Emily’s RoomEmily sat on the edge of her bed, the soft rustle of her sheets barely audible over the low hum of her sobs. She clutched her knees to her chest, her face buried in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.Kendrick’s indifference stung more than she had anticipated. The way he had brushed her aside to entertain Knaver, who seemed to think the world revolved around her, was unbearable. Emily muttered softly, her voice clutched to her throat as she pressed her face hard on the pillow.“Why does he always have to prioritize his women? Why can’t he see how much I needed to talk to him right now? He’s my brother… but he’s treating me like I don’t matter.” Her voice quivered with each word, the hurt evident in her tone.The silence of the room seemed to amplify her isolation. She had hoped for understanding and empathy from Kendrick as she just returned to the states, but instead, she felt as though her emotions were dismissed without a second thought. Her mind raced throug
Meanwhile, In the dim light of her small, sparse room in the quarters of the old Rogers mansion, Mrs. Katherine Rogers sat hunched over, her frail body trembling with each breath. The room’s drab, beige walls seemed to close in on her as she waited for her daughter, Blossom, to bring her meal. The hunger pangs gnawed at her insides, and the emptiness of her surroundings only amplified her sense of despair.“Blossom, what’s keeping you?” Katherine’s voice cracked with a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Am I to spend my final days in this wretched state, starving and alone?” she yelled. Blossom, who had been moving sluggishly through the narrow hallway with a tray of food, pushed open the door with an irritated sigh. “A day from now, your granddaughter’s killer will be in court, and all you can think about is food?” She placed the tray on a side table with a clatter, her face a mask of barely concealed frustration.The tray held a plate of boiled potatoes and a thin portion of
Looking up with a hardened stare, Peace Churchill leaped from the chair, “Then I will have to sell the cars, I can’t sit, folding my hands and watch this happen.”Katherine’s jaw dropped in shock, “Sell which of the cars? Have you forgotten that the only car left at the moment, belongs to your uncle? Or is it that car he got for your daughter?” she snapped, her eyes locked onto her daughter’s.Peace hissed, “Any of the available cars would be sold. We can get to our feet again from that point. You can’t tell me who owns or who does not own the cars.”she turned out without waiting to hear what Kathrine had to say in response to her demands. Katherine struggled up from her seat, her hands tumbling in the air, “These children will not make me die before my time.” she exclaimed as she hurried towards the door.Maverick, who was staring at her intently, hurried to her. “You can’t be doing this, mum. You need to calm down and allow her. At this age that you are… all you need is rest.” he s
Like they say, the next day came like a thief in the night. Kendrick stood up to a bedside alarm that filled his room with a loud yelling creaking sound. He hurried out of bed with a calm smile on his face, It was the day they all waited for, a day where the court would decide the fate of a man who had maimed the lady he once cherished so well. He shrugged lazily towards the table. Picking up his phone, he dialed the state’s lawyer's number. Unfortunately, the call ended abruptly. “What could be the issue right now?” he asked as he kept trying. After several attempts, he curiously decides to get across to Methot, one man he was fast adapting to. Immediately, the call went across and Methot’s voice came alive. “Hey man, how do you do? I hope you are aware that the court will be sitting so early by 8 today?” he asked. “Sure, but the point is that I can’t reach Marcus, the state solicitor,” Kendrick replied. Methot paused, then his response came slow and shaky, “Have you tried his ot
“you should be here at this moment, Kendrick.” yelled Methot over the phone, “I have not known you to be late on an important occasion of this nature!” Kendrick smiled, “I’m sorry about that, chief. This wouldn’t be my fault and I am sure that you know it.” “It’s not about being sorry or not, they’re already here and I wouldn’t want anything happening without you being here.” Kendrick dropped the call and at once, he turned out, shifting the dining chair. He observed Knaver stare at him icily, “I have to be out right now.” he said. Knaver smirked, “Just tell me that it is a tactic you’re using so you won’t eat my food.” she quickly covered the platter and with a deep hiss, she hurried out of the dining. ******Some minutes later, Kendrick arrived at the County prisons where Alexander was to be led out to be taken to the court for his case to be decided, he arrived just on time, and as he stepped out of his car, Alexander hurried towards him, his eyes scanning the area for any po
Throughout the long ride, Kendrick saw nothing on the road. No blockage, no gunshots, just a looming highway inviting him into a ride that made him arrive like an Olympic racer awaiting a gold medal. The cars rolled softly into the court arena, the large signpost welcoming them. The arena was silent and tranquil, a contrast to the uproar that waved at him when he left the county prisons. Brown pulled over at a car’s parking zone, and as Xavier’s normal task, he rushed out of the car, hurrying to open the door for Kendrick to alight. However, when he got there, Kendrick was already out of the car, he sometimes preferred to do it himself, after all, they were all human. “Sorry sir, I…I.” Xavier apologized, he felt he was late to get to the door. Kendrick gestured, “That’s nothing, man.” he said waving his hands in the airThey followed behind him slowly till he walked to the entrance of the courtroom. Out there, Methot hurried towards him, and they shook hands. “How come you own fle
When he entered into the courtroom, the air settled icily on his face, Alexander could feel the heaviness on his legs as he tries to move, not the heaviness from the fetters on his ankles, but the one from the millions of glaring stares that seemed to pierced through his very being. Kendrick shook his head slowly as he watched the same man who had once intimidated and troubled him, he was now the calmest fellow on earth, the policemen surrounded as he moved, one of them was the same officer that was assigned to him during his days at the peak of life. Alex struggled up the stairs. Behind him, a deep roar of voices erupted in anguish, the policemen hurriedly paused, gesturing to the people to keep calm. As Alexander and Bucks moved, he kept turning to stare at him, in his mind he felt it was the end for him. His breath cutting in short gasps as he shrugged his feet slowly till they got to the front of the room. “What am I to do at this point?” He whispered to Bucks. Bucks bent his
Alexander’s heart raced. He could feel the thud of it in his ears, drowning out the world. He looked toward Bucks, who leaned forward, his expression grave. The weight of the moment crashed over him. What if he said the wrong thing? What if he didn’t say anything at all? “No, your honor, the defendant pleads not guilty,” Bucks said, the words escaping his lips like a fragile bird taking flight. But doubt gnawed at him. Was that truly the right answer? The murmurs rippled through the room, and the judge raised an eyebrow. “Counsel to the defendant, I need to hear you. Are you pleading not guilty?” “Yes, Your Honor,” Bucks affirmed, his voice steadier this time. “the defendant wishes to plead not guilty.” “Very well.” The judge’s gaze hardened as she adjusted her glasses. “The evidence presented thus far suggests a grave understanding of your actions, Mr. Ryder. You stand accused of crimes against the late Mrs. Louis Rogers. The court will now hear the prosecution’s argument.” T