answer the question.”
I paused for a moment and stared at my attorney. “What question?” I asked, not knowing or caring what he was talking about because I knew he wasn’t here to give me my release papers.
“Aaliyah, we’re going to trial in less than a month. I need for you to focus.”
“Mr. Anderson, it’s kinda hard to focus when this is what you wake up and go to sleep to everyday,” I said waving my arm around, pointing to the four dreary walls that confined me.
“I understand this isn’t the best accommodations but you know the judge felt with your family’s financial standing you were a flight risk and wouldn’t grant you bail.”
“That’s bullshit! I was granted bail, and then they locked me back up again.”
“Yes, but that was before Justina identified you as the shooter. Based on that information and the charges you’re facing the judge felt you were a flight risk.”
“Can you tell me something that I don’t already fuckin’ know? Like when the hell am I going to get out of this dump and go the hell home?”
“Aaliyah, you have to calm down. I’m doing everything I can to get you back home to your family. I have the best investigators on this case.”
“They haven’t come up with shit to help my case, so they can’t possibly be the best.”
“Unfortunately, these things can take time.”
“We’re both aware that time isn’t something I have.”
“Yes, that’s why I need you to answer my questions so we can prepare for your case. Let’s go over what happened at that hotel.”
“We’ve been over this a hundred times. I’ve told you everything that I remember about that night. Who you need to be grilling is Justina. She’s the liar in this equation.”
“I understand that but Justina is also the victim. I have to be careful how I approach her. We don’t want to turn the jury against you. She was shot and in a coma so she will garner sympathy.”
“Sympathy my ass. That conniving bitch is the reason I’m locked up now. She knows damn well I never pulled the trigger, although in hindsight I wish I had.”
“Aaliyah, don’t ever say that again. You don’t know who’s listening.”
“Oh please, you’re my attorney. That’s what you get paid for, to hear me vent and hopefully get me off.”
“Then I need your help. I know we’ve been over this many times but you never know something you might remember that can help your case.”
“I’ve replayed that night over so many times I feel like my brain is about to explode,” I said shaking my head.
“I tell you what, why don’t we revisit this tomorrow. You have someone who has been waiting to see you, anyway.”
“Someone’s here to see me…who?”
“Amir.”
“Amir is here?” I said standing up from my chair. “I can’t believe it,” I grinned.
“You’re smiling, that’s something I’ve never seen.”
“Because you never give me anything to smile about.”
“Before I put you back in a bad mood, let me go get Amir.”
Oh fuck! I look like shit! I barely brushed my hair today. Being locked up with a bunch of broads isn’t exactly a motivator to look hot. I don’t want Amir to see me like this but I can’t turn him away. I need him. I patted my hair down and started doing some bullshit facial exercises my mother had drilled in my head to do ever since I was a little girl. She claimed it was like giving yourself a quick facelift, which I didn’t believe. But at this point I was willing to try anything if it would help me look halfway decent in front of Amir.
I looked at my reflection to see if the exercises were working but all I saw staring back at me was the same stressed and worn out face that had become a permanent fixture since being locked up. But none of that matter when Amir walked in, he seemed to be even more handsome than I remembered if that was even possible. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I’m sorry. I stayed away too long.” I hadn’t seen Amir in
I paused for a moment and stared at my attorney. “What question?” I asked, not knowing or caring what he was talking about because I knew he wasn’t here to give me my release papers.
“Aaliyah, we’re going to trial in less than a month. I need for you to focus.”
“Mr. Anderson, it’s kinda hard to focus when this is what you wake up and go to sleep to everyday,” I said waving my arm around, pointing to the four dreary walls that confined me.
“I understand this isn’t the best accommodations but you know the judge felt with your family’s financial standing you were a flight risk and wouldn’t grant you bail.”
“That’s bullshit! I was granted bail, and then they locked me back up again.”
“Yes, but that was before Justina identified you as the shooter. Based on that information and the charges you’re facing the judge felt you were a flight risk.”
“Can you tell me something that I don’t already fuckin’ know? Like when the hell am I going to get out of this dump and go the hell home?”
“Aaliyah, you have to calm down. I’m doing everything I can to get you back home to your family. I have the best investigators on this case.”
“They haven’t come up with shit to help my case, so they can’t possibly be the best.”
“Unfortunately, these things can take time.”
“We’re both aware that time isn’t something I have.”
“Yes, that’s why I need you to answer my questions so we can prepare for your case. Let’s go over what happened at that hotel.”
“We’ve been over this a hundred times. I’ve told you everything that I remember about that night. Who you need to be grilling is Justina. She’s the liar in this equation.”
“I understand that but Justina is also the victim. I have to be careful how I approach her. We don’t want to turn the jury against you. She was shot and in a coma so she will garner sympathy.”
“Sympathy my ass. That conniving bitch is the reason I’m locked up now. She knows damn well I never pulled the trigger, although in hindsight I wish I had.”
“Aaliyah, don’t ever say that again. You don’t know who’s listening.”
“Oh please, you’re my attorney. That’s what you get paid for, to hear me vent and hopefully get me off.”
“Then I need your help. I know we’ve been over this many times but you never know something you might remember that can help your case.”
“I’ve replayed that night over so many times I feel like my brain is about to explode,” I said shaking my head.
“I tell you what, why don’t we revisit this tomorrow. You have someone who has been waiting to see you, anyway.”
“Someone’s here to see me…who?”
“Amir.”
“Amir is here?” I said standing up from my chair. “I can’t believe it,” I grinned.
“You’re smiling, that’s something I’ve never seen.”
“Because you never give me anything to smile about.”
“Before I put you back in a bad mood, let me go get Amir.”
Oh fuck! I look like shit! I barely brushed my hair today. Being locked up with a bunch of broads isn’t exactly a motivator to look hot. I don’t want Amir to see me like this but I can’t turn him away. I need him. I patted my hair down and started doing some bullshit facial exercises my mother had drilled in my head to do ever since I was a little girl. She claimed it was like giving yourself a quick facelift, which I didn’t believe. But at this point I was willing to try anything if it would help me look halfway decent in front of Amir.
I looked at my reflection to see if the exercises were working but all I saw staring back at me was the same stressed and worn out face that had become a permanent fixture since being locked up. But none of that matter when Amir walked in, he seemed to be even more handsome than I remembered if that was even possible. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I’m sorry. I stayed away too long.” I hadn’t seen Amir in
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