The Bad Cop's Psycho Lover

5. In Which She Goes To Court...Again

Imade’s POV

It was time for my second hearing, I didn’t know what awaited me, I didn’t know my fate, I didn’t know if the judge believed me, and because of that I was two seconds away from a mental breakdown and a panic attack. The matter was too serious, and from the look of things, Connor didn’t believe me. I don’t know why, but I wanted him to believe me so much, I wanted to look at me and not see a criminal, a murderer, someone who not only committed crime but is crime herself. I hated the way I needed validation from him, but he was the only one I knew, the only one I trusted even more than my lawyer.

“Hey, remember what I said, no talking, no chanting you’ll be fine” Sarah said and I nodded. I wasn’t going to promise her that, because even I didn’t know what would happen when my mental issue would kick in; who knows? Maybe this time I would see a footage of me running around naked in court.

“You’ll be fine. I won’t let you go to prison, you won’t even survive there” Sarah added. I was lost, I didn’t know if she meant that as a joke or she was serious.

“I’ll try” I told her. She gave me one nasty look and then she smiled. I think we both knew that we didn’t like each other; we only talked to each other because I had no choice, she was trying to keep me out of prison.

“Thank you for this” I told her. I didn’t like her, but what she was doing was for me, I had to be polite to her at least; not everyone would want to defend a psycho, but she was doing this for me.

“Yeah whatever, your doctor will be here soon. He said something about missing some of your visits” she said and I rolled my eyes.

Doctor Martin, he was the one that attended me when I had the accident. He was a very friendly man, it was cute at first, then it became annoying. I stopped going to the hospital two weeks before the murder. He called my countless time, but I always told him how busy I was. I felt ashamed of myself, that he would come to find out I was about to get tired for killing someone. I knew he’d have that pity/ disappointed look on his face, it was something I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to see him; but I had no choice.

“I was busy and the sessions were always messed up, I couldn’t keep up” I told her and she laughed.

“I don’t think you should miss any sessions in the future” she said and I rolled my eyes.

“Are you even supposed to be here with me?” I asked her. I was sitting in a waiting room, because the judge was in a session already, so I was told to wait in the waiting room, away from other people.

“Where else should I be” she asked me and I shook my head.

“It’s time to go. Don’t forget what I told you, try to shut your mouth,” she said and I nodded. She stood up and went out of the waiting room; a few seconds later, a female police officer came into the waiting room and motioned for the police officers that were with me to go to the courtroom. Once again, I was dragged like a sheep to the courtroom, just to make sure I wasn’t going to try anything stupid, like run away. I was innocent, that much was true, but I also knew that I was going to be giving a judgment that would either favor me or not, I was half psycho, I didn’t think I wanted to be fully psycho, thoughts like that would make anyone want to run away, innocent or not.

At the door of the court room, I saw Connor standing inside, with his friend. The two men looked like they owned the whole place; uniform men had never looked so sexy to me before. At that point, I was watching them in slow motion, I don’t even know how I managed that. Connor turned his eyes to the entrance of the court like he know I was looking at him; gave me a disgusted look and turned his face away from me. No he was sexy, but stupid and dumb, I didn’t even do anything to him to earn that type of look from him; his friend turned to me with a smile on his face, I smiled back because I am a very stupid person with no priorities in life, I was about to get tired for murder, for the second time, but I was flirting with a cop. On cue, I was pushed into the courtroom by one of the cops responsible for me.

“The least you could do is tell me to walk inside, not push me” I whispered at him, he didn’t bother answering me. A lot of people where rude for no reason, it was like they thought them how to be rude to people. Idiots.

I went to sit on my allocated seat, waiting for the judge to come and tell me I was going to be f****d for the rest of my life. Turning my head to the side, I saw Doctor Martin, smiling at me; was he that excited to see me? His smile was scary, it scared me more than the judgement about me that was about to be passed.

“You’ll be fine” he mouthed. I nodded my head awkwardly and my court session started.

I zoned out because I didn’t want to know what was being said about me until it was time for judgment, or I was going to run my mouth.

Think of food my consciousness urged me, and I smiled, thinking about food and how I felt calm whenever I cooked.

“So you see your honor, she wasn’t in her senses when it happened. For all we know, there might be another suspect, the real murderer” Sarah said and the judge nodded his head, looking at the papers in his hands.

“Like you said, the suspect wasn’t in her senses when the murder took place and for that she can’t comment on what happened in that time, it is possible that she committed the crime, but can’t remember that she did” the opposing side said. The lawyer looked like he had failed all his life, I wonder why he thought he’d get his first win with me.

“That’s true, your honor, but there was no motive, my client doesn’t know the deceased, they only met for the first time that night” Sarah said, she looked proud as she talked.

“I’m not so sure that’s true your honor” the suspect had seen the deceased some time ago, in the same restaurant” the man said and my eyes popped. I don’t think I was the suspect in question, I had never seen that lady before, who the hell was this man and why on earth was he lying?

“I have pictures, your honor” he said and passed a document to the judge and one to Sarah. That sneaky bastard.

“Well, you can’t really tell if that’s the suspect, and I hear the restaurant belongs to the suspect, yes?” The judge and I nodded immediately, like he was talking to me.

“Your honor, the restaurant in question is a very popular one, and my client works in the kitchen because of her condition, so it’s impossible for her to remember a face she saw briefly” Sarah defended. I tired to peep into the picture that was given to Sarah but I couldn’t, it’s like she specifically kept it away from me. That woman!

“She works in the kitchen, and the deceased was killed with a knife” the man said. It hurt me to think that the opposing side had a point, a valid point, and if it does drag on, the judge was going to go for he opposing side and not me. I started to doubt myself; was I really as innocent as I claimed?

“She wouldn’t try to stab herself” Sarah was getting worked up.

“I mean she’s psycho after all” the opposing side yelled and the judge shut everyone up by hitting the mantle. I leaned into my sit, watching as people I didn’t know argued over my sanity; it hurt me so much, so much I cursed myself for not being able to remember what happened that day. If only I could remember everything, I wouldn’t be here, in handcuffs, watching someone insult me.

“There are claims that makes me believe the suspect is guilty, and there are also claims that makes me believe that the suspect is not guilty. Imade John, I sentence you to ten years in Solands Metal Care Asylum” the judge said and made it final when he hit the mantle.

I was f****d! Solands metal care? Impossible, not after my experience with them. As if Sarah sensed that I was about to run my mouth, she turned to me and shook her head. I zipped my mouth and let her do her job.

Sat there thinking about Solands, I couldn’t go back there, I just couldn’t!

“Hey, Hey get up!” Sarah told me, I looked around me and everyone in the courtroom were going out.

“I can’t go back there” I told Sarah and she rolled her eyes.

“You should be grateful he didn’t sentence you to prison, if Solands is what he wants, you’re going to Solands!” Sarah said.

“Aren’t you even listening to me? I can’t go back there! Not after what happened” I yelled.

“Well, if you prefer prison, then by all means, don’t go to Solands, go to the judge right now and give him your sobb story about how you can’t go to Solands” she yelled and I shot her a nasty look. This was why I didn’t like Sarah, she had a heart of stone.

“I’ve done all I can do for you miss, the rest is up to you. I’m not going to defend you for nothing again” she added and I nodded my head. Well, Solands here I come.

“You have somewhere to be, the officers are waiting for you. Don’t forget, stay out of trouble,” she advised and went out of the court room. The officers responsible for me led me to the the van I came in and we went to the police station.

All I could think about was my restaurant, business was going to go downhill if I wasn’t there, that’s for sure, but I hoped all my years of teaching those chef how to cook would pay off.

When we got to the police station, I saw Connor’s friend, the one I was flirting with.

“Hi, I don’t know if I’m allowed to do this, but I want to contact Rita from my restaurant. I have a message for her” I told him.

“If I get in touch with her, I’ll tell her to come see you at Solands” he said and I smiled at him. He was really nice, nicer than that prick friend of his.

“Also, help me pass a message to your friend. Tell him I said I’m thankful for his support” I told him and he laughed.

“Oh he’ll definitely hear that one. I think it’s time for you to go” he said, pointing to the officer in a corner, she had a box in her hands which I suspected was my clothes. Why did they even bother bringing that out when I was going to wear another uniform at Solands? Where they trying to taunt me? Trying to tell me I would never get any freedom, well until after ten years. Solands wasn’t a place I wanted to be for a second, not to talk about ten years.