The Bad Cop's Psycho Lover

In Which She Goes To Court

IMADE’s POV

It was my first hearing, I don't know how these court things work. I've never or had a reason to be in a court before, so thinking that I was about to get tried for something I know nothing about, scared me to no ends. I didn't kill anyone and that was for sure and no one could force murder on me.

I looked down at my new uniform, the bright orange jumpsuit mocked me, it clawed at my brain, telling me I was a murder, even when I knew I wasn't.

I sat silently in my holding cell, waiting to be taken to the court for my judgement.

"I didn't kill anyone" I had to remind myself that I didn't commit murder. I mean, why would I? I didn't know the girl that was killed, all I did was find a dead body in my restaurant. I did nothing wrong, I never have, and I never will.

"Hey, be calm okay?" Sarah smiled at me and I nodded, I had been taken to the courthouse for trial, after years of waiting; I nodded my head and turned my face away from her. She looked good in her brown pant suit and matching blazer, she looked like she came to slay the trial which I prayed she would. I didn't know how else to live, I needed to do something in order for me to stay somewhat sane, and it didn't include sitting in jail all my life.

"I didn't kill anyone" I whispered to myself; the thought of spending my remaining years in jail, scared me, I didn't want to grow old in a cell, I had plans for my future.

"I didn't kill anyone" I looked over at Sarah, she was looking at me with her eyes wide open like she was trying to tell me something. I rose my eyebrow at her in question, I was lost. I looked around the room, everyone had eyes on me like I grew a second head. I looked at Sarah and her eyes told me "Shut up you loud b***h," Oh, shoot, I wasn't supposed to say a word.

I nodded my head and looked down at my fingers like I didn't just talk when I wasn't not supposed to.

"You may proceed" the sweet looking judge ordered. The man looked no younger than sixty; those eye bags under his eyes told me he has been through a lot, he needed rest.

I tried to take my mind off all the things that was happening in the courtroom as it would only make me anxious and angry; it was why I didn't know that the session had started already. Honestly, I only cared about the end result of all this; I just wanted to know if I was going to serve time or walk away free. All I wanted was for the world to believe that I didn't kill anyone. I didn't kill the girl.

"My client doesn't know the deceased personally, hence there was no motive as to why my client would commit such a crime" Sarah said with so much authority in her voice. She was really good at her work, so much so that you could see her passion, dripping from her words. I knew serious jobs like being a lawyer or an officer was not for me after my accident; it was impossible for me to concentrate sometimes, and I'm pretty sure if I had a job as a lawyer, I would never get accepted into any firm, even if I started my own firm, I'd get kicked out by my employees; that's if I get any,

"I didn't kill anyone" I whispered.

"Your client keeps talking, is there anything she'd like to say?" The Judge asked and Sarah shook her head immediately.

"My client was only about to close her restaurant when the deceased rushed in, asking for food. My client agreed to make something up for the deceased and then she heard a loud cry. My client rushed to the table, only to find the deceased lying lifeless on the ground, with blood streaking from her body" Sarah narrated.

"My client was there, Your Honor, but she wasn't there" Sarah added.

"What does that mean?" The old man asked. I knew what she was about to say, I didn't want the world to know, it was my little secret; it was something no one was supposed to know, but she was about to say it.

I looked over at the opposing side, there were two women behind a man, the man who was representing them. He looked at me with so much anger, like he was about to rip me into shreds. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't tell him my side of the story because he wouldn't believe anyway. Hearing my story from Sarah made me realize how unusual and unreal it was; but though it sounded that way, it was my truth.

"My client is mentally unstable" Sarah let out, and the court went wild. There were a lot of chattering amongst the people that were present.

The judge hit the gavel three times, making the court go silent.

"I didn't kill anyone" I chanted, over and over. I shut my eyes, tryin all my best to remember what happened that night , but nothing came to me; I was unconscious at the time, though my body was moving about, didn't have control over it, and so what my body went through and saw at that time, I didn't know, the information was not for me.

"I would like the defendant to bring a Psychiatrist, or someone in the field, and tangible evidence of their claim in the next trial" the judge ordered and Sarah nodded.

"I didn't kill anyone" I whispered.

"The hearing of the case for Miss Imade Omopee has concluded for today" The judge proclaimed, hitting the gavel one more time.

I smiled at how wrongly the judge pronounced my name; it wasn't the first time I heard my name being pronounced as "I- Made" but, it always amused me.

"Hey, get up" Sarah nudged me and I stood up immediately. I looked down at my handcuffed hands, praying silently that it would be taken off as soon as possible, I hated seeing it, I hated how my hands looked in the cuffs. I was innocent and I knew that I was going to be free some way, no matter what.

CONNOR’s POV

I was finally at peace, that Imade girl was finally taken to court. She deserved every bit of the punishment she was about to get. I felt like she was pretending about the whole mental issue thing, she looked quite healthy and sound. If she was really mental, her place is in the asylum, not a restaurant.

I really detested criminals and everything about them; I couldn't stand them, which was why I took my job more serious that anyone, to earn my respect, and also make them quaver when they hear my name.

“Hey, so I think the judge bought the whole mental thing” Brax walked up to me. I was in my cubicle, trying to get work done; and by work I meant, looking for someone to have for the night. For the past one week, I had been so busy with the whole Imade case, it was hard to concentrate and find someone to f**k.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Imade” Brax said and realization hit me. I rose my eyebrow at him, silently telling him to go on. It was a habit of mine that Brax hated with all his might.

He gave me a warning glare and I smiled, I always did it to spite him.

“Anyway, they have another hearing” Brax said and I sighed. When were these people going to stop with the delay? It only gave way for the criminals to have enough time to gather fake evidence. A criminal should face a criminals punishment, that was basically the law around here.

“Where did you hear about it though?” I asked Brax, he wasn’t one to disturb himself with pointless information, so why did he think the information was important to me? I really didn’t care about how that Imade lady would turn out, I really didn’t.

“Well, I have friends on the other side” he laughed and I rolled my eyes at his dumb joke. Prior to what criminals and co-workers thought about Brax and I, we were actually the craziest people, but only when we were around each other; Brax told the worst jokes and I laughed at them stupidly because I am a good friend.

“But you know, there’s something fishy in this case, I can feel it” Brax said with all seriousness. I gave him a disgusted look; he was on again about the “fish” in the case.

“Look, Imade didn’t know the lady that died, so why would she kill her? There’s also the fact that she was injured. Look I know we’ve been through all this before, I can swear there was a third person,” Braxton said. He had been repeating the same sentence ever since Imade’s arrest. I looked at him, trying to decipher his thoughts and facial expressions.

“Do you like her?” I let out the question that had been lingering in my mind for a while.

“Boy! It has nothing to do with liking her” Brax said lazily.

“You didn’t answer the question though” I smiled slyly at him.

“No I don’t like her, you fool, just think about it, this was not something that she would have done, all because the late lady asked for food” Brax said I nodded. He was making sense, but it was non of my business. She was a criminal because she was caught running; a good citizen would call the police first, it was one of those things people didn’t learn in any kind of school, they just did it because it was right, and important.

“She’s still a criminal. I hate criminals, so I really don’t care about her or the things she did or didn’t do. I really hate hearing about things things that aren’t relevant to me,” I told him and he shook his head at me.

“How are you going to prove she’s not a criminal if you don’t want to have anything to do with her?” He asked me. I only had a problem with how serious Brax was taking this case. We had gotten worse cases, but never for once did Brax look and act like this for a case, for a mere girl that he’d probably never see again, for any reason; I was highly annoyed at his behavior, but it wasn’t in my place to judge the man; if he felt something was wrong, something was wrong, but just like it’s non of my business, I would keep myself out of it.

“You know there’s nothing you can do at this point. Let the judge do his work. It’s not in your place to judge” I told him. He looked away from me for a moment, then looked back at me and nodded.

“I wasn’t going to do anything; I was just merely stating my opinion on the case, I don’t think Imade is the killer” he told me with a straight face. I leaned back in my chair, looking at the man who was no less than a brother to me, hoping it would be the last time he’d talk about Imade to me; he made me want to pity her, me made me think about the possibility that it was all a setup and Imade was safe.

I remembered her laughing face when I had gotten to her; she looked like he’d been in so much pain, like she had been in a situation like that before. I remembered the blood I saw on her top, and the little tears on her face.

“Hey, Connor, your attention is needed in the investigation room” some random guy said to me and I nodded. What was it? I know I didn’t do s**t, so what was being called into an investigation room for?