Payback-Chapter 3

Payback-Chapter 3

Metal scraping across a concrete floor. Deep, low voices chatting nearby. Keys rattleing and locks clinking as shackles rustle. A deep voice calling to Micheal startles him and he rolls off his single, blanketless, nonprivate little cot and onto the bumpy, cold, concrete floor.

"Micheal Pyats, let's go. Trial time for you son," said the bulky securitty guard with no expression of sorrow or sympathy on his rock hard, monotone voice.

An expressionless, remorseless man trudges slowly through the dreary concrete corridor to the transport vehicle. Barred windows, iron-enforced sides, cops in every seat. This is my life, he thought. Might as well get used to it.

As the prison bus pulled in front of the courthouse, he quickly pulled up his pants. he pretended to be remorseful as he stepped boisterously off the metal bus steps.

Twenty minutes later, sitting calmly in his wooded chair, the trial begins. A few routine procedures later, Emily is sitting at the witness stand glaring at his smug little face. The judge arrives, and she goes through the usual procidures.

"How does the defendant plead?"

"Not guilty, your honor."

The trial went as planned. At the end of the trial, the judge said How does the jury find?"

Jurer number 1 rose out of his seat and read the vedict "We the jury find the defendent not guilty."

At that moment, Micheal looked at Emily with his slate blue eyes and gave her a wicked smirk.

From the fear of being raped again and having to deal with him possibly for the rest of her life, she fainted. everything went black, and the rest of it was a blur.