Chapter 41 - 41. Fuck
Blinking my eyes, I started at a white ceiling. After an arduous ti of trying to rember how I got here, I finally understood that I made it out of the parallel world.
"Proud of ourselves, aren't we?" The shrill sound of decay crawled into my ear.
I turned to see my grandmother, behind her, two of these model bodyguards.
"Disappearing for two months, running away after saying that everything was fake. A funny one, aren't you?" She smacked my head.
"What the fuck? Two months?" That doesn't even make sense.
"Showing up all bloody when you are long convicted. That you even have the gall to wake up!" She again smacked my head.
"What the fuck? What do you an convicted?" I moved and wanted to sit up, but one of my hands was chained against the bed.
"Never heard, although we are so clever? Hm? Trial in absentia?" I was again smacked.
"Can you talk and not smack? What is wrong with you?"
"My grandson is a convicted murderer; that is wrong with !" She again smacked , screaming at .
"WHAT?" I looked at her mummylike face; the corners of her mouth had saliva in them. Scrunching my face in disgust, I was smacked again.
She held sothing in her hand that looked awfully like a bone. I stared at the bone, then at my grandmother, and I saw her raising her eyebrows in satisfaction.
"Told you I dig him up." She smacked
with the bone again.
The bodyguards looked at the floor in apparent desolation.
"YOU ARE LIFELONG IMPRISONED! WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT YOUR GRANDFATHER FOR? HE WON'T CO TO SAVE YOU!" I was smacked again.
Grossed out, I let that sink in.
"YOU, EXPLAIN!" I pointed at one of the models, which didn't work with the chains on , so I used my other hand.
One model stepped forward.
"Because, little master-"
"He is no little master; call him prisoner." My grandmother interrupted while she smacked
again.
"Because, little prisoner, you were on the run, and because the evidence was so overwhelming, the trial was held without your presence. Lifelong imprisonnt without the possibility of parole."
"Are you kidding ?" I chuckled.
The bodyguard took out his smartphone, and I saw a picture of myself being unconscious, soone opening my eyes by force, making
look like a monster. The bright red pupils didn't help as well.
'THE RED-EYED MURDERER CONVICTED!'
A shin landed on my head, and I wasn't even able to feel it.
"Haha." I was again smacked; she went harder with each strike, but it felt just like a little smooch from my little grandpa.
The bodyguard stepped back, again.
"Haha." I felt sothing snap inside , making
feel funny. So Henrietta had really not co out; maybe she even killed my fucking dog; he would deserve it, this WHOLE SHITTY FAMILY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM? My body shook, and I tried to get the cuffs down, getting it terribly hard with the bone. Calming down again, I felt desperation and hope coming over .
"Wait! The lie detector test! WHAT ABOUT THE TEST?! AND THE TATTOO? AND THE PREFIX?!" I yelled at her only to get hit badly again.
"Yes, about this. What about this? The best attorneys couldn't go on against a forensic expert, who said your palm prints matched with the strangling marks on the corpse. They only showed pictures of you together where a tattoo would not be visible, even if you had it. They just didn't show other pictures. Lie detector tests can't be used before the trial, but my congratulations, you passed it with flying colors." She hit
again.
"The prefix-" I felt myself whimper.
"A network-computer expert said the prefix on the phone could be changed by electromagneticwhatnot. It can just appear wrongly!"
"AND YOU LET THEM SAY SUCH A BULLSHIT!" I was hit again.
"WE HAVE RAISED OBJECTION, AND IT WAS GRANTED, THE JURY WAS TOLD THEY SHOULD IGNORE THE EVIDENCE, BUT THEY WERE STILL OUT WITHIN ONE HOUR WITH A GUILTY VERDICT!" I was hit so badly that my head humd.
"Fuck."
"I won't put soap in your mouth; that will be the job of your fellow prisoners." She also cald down and gripped her bag as she stood up.
"You unfilial piece of imprisoned genes, just rot in here. If you are lucky, your grandfather will look for soone to take the case to a grand jury." I was smacked really tenderly before she stood up and was helped out.
Looking after the old dragon, I was relieved that she was the one telling , well, that it was my grandparents who did.
I still can't believe one fucking thing of it, and I think it will take ti for this shit to sink in.
I have my whole life to digest the news.
Hahah.
Haha.
Ha.
Fuck.
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