Blame It On The Pain Episode 3
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🧏 Blame It On The Pain Episode THREE:
“His bI.ood was literally found on your hands, Mr. Reid. You don’t stand a chance in h’ll of walking away from this without doing some serious prison time.” My good for nothing attorney informed me.
I glanced down at the cuffs around my wrists. “Did they test his bI.ood for $teroids like I told you to have them do?” I asked.
“Yeah. He came back clean.”
Fk. How was that even possible?
That meant that he was in his right state of mind when he mur..dered her after all.
R age bubbled in my chest at the thought.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. “He ki lled my baby sister. It was self-defense.”
He matched my sigh. “His attorney is saying otherwise, son.”
“His attorney. What the fk are you talking about? He’s d.ead- as he should be. Why the fk does he have an attorney?”
He fixed his tie before he looked at me. “I didn’t want to be the one to break it to you, but there’s no point in keeping it from you any longer. The big-time sponsor and agent that Mike signed with are going after you, Jackson. Not to mention his very wealthy parents. They’re working with the prosecution and blaming it all on you. They’re doing everything that they can to protect their brand. And his parents are doing everything they can to protect their family’s reputation. They’re fighting your story tooth and nail. They’re a huge sponsor and combined with Mike’s family they have lots of connections and resources. They have the means to take you down”.
He paused and looked down. “And the fact is- there were only three people there that night…and two of them are now de.ad. It’s your word against theirs…and it doesn’t look good. Especially because you basically admitted to ki lling him.”
He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder. “Also, this showed up at my office today. I’m really sorry, Jackson.”
I skimmed the letter and pounded my fist on the table. My own sponsor and agent had officially dropped me.
I would no longer be welcomed in the professional MMA world ever again.
“So what are my options?”
He ran a hand over his bald head. “Well, I talked to the prosecutor. I got Man-one off the table.” He pulled another stack of papers out and moved his glasses up his nose. “The best they will offer you at this point is Man$laughter-two. 15-25 years. However, here’s the clincher- if you don’t take the deal. Mike’s team will be teaming up with the prosecution against you.” He sighed. “I hate to say it—but this is the only shot you’ve got.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and snorted. “15-25 years, for ki lling a piece of sht abu$er?”
He visibly swallowed. “And Lilly,” he whispered.
I stood up to my full height of 6’3 and got in his face, my shackles straining against me. “What the fk do you mean and Lilly? I didn’t ki ll my sister!” I screamed.
If I wasn’t shackled to the heavy metal desk, I would have b eat the ¢rap out of him for spewing some sht like that.
He took a step back. “I told you, Mike’s team is working with the prosecution. They’re not putting the blame on Mike for this, Jackson. They’re twisting some ho..rrid tale about you and your sister being super close after growing up the way you did…if you catch my drift.”
Bile ascended my throat as he continued. “They’re going to say that you were jealous of Mike and your sister’s relationship. Combined with the fact that he came from wealth and landed a much better sponsor than you did…it all leads to jealousy being the motive.”
“But, I was at the fight that night. H’ll, I won my fight that night. Hundreds of people saw me with their own eyes. Mike and Lilly never even showed up!”
“They’re saying that you ki lled them before the fight because you didn’t want him to compete in the first place.” He made air quotes with his hands. “Because your jealousy got the best of you and finally came to a head.”
I threw up my hands. “And then what? I just decided to attend my fight with his bIood on my hands and then return to the scene of the crime instead of getting the h’ll out of dodge? That’s insane.”
“According to the prosecution’s story, you returned to find a way to get rid of the bo dies.”
“This is bullsht.”
“It is,” he agreed.
I shook my head. “I’m not taking that deal. I’ll take my chances in court. I didn’t ki ll Lilly. If they were just accusing me of ki lling Mike, I would consider folding- because I did ki ll him. But I will not go down for committing the he!nous act that he did.”
He rubbed his scalp again and sat back down in the chair.
“Look, I’ve got to level with you. We won’t win this.” He motioned toward the papers on the desk. “I’m good at my job. And I fully believe you didn’t ki…ll Lilly, even more- I understand what you did to Mike…but I can’t win this.
The system is corrupt as fk, and we’ve got everything going against us right now. You’re not walking away from this. The only option left is to plead insanity and spend the rest of your life in a straight jacket and a padded room.”
I got up and motioned for the guard on the opposite side of the door.
“No,” I said gruffly.
BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 1 – 10
Ten days before my trial was supposed to begin, I was informed I had a visitor. Since my lawyer had pretty much all but given up on the case, I was a little surprised.
Maybe he had finally come to his senses and decided to fight for me the way he was supposed to.
I looked around the dreary gray room while I took a seat beside the metal desk. My attention soon focused on the sound of the door opening.
In walked a man wearing an impeccable suit, holding a fairly large briefcase.
He tipped his hat at me before he sat down in front of me.
“Who the h’ll are you?” I asked.
He gave me a smirk and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “I’m your new lawyer,” he said.
I stood up and tilted my head in the direction of the guard, signaling him to let me out so I could go back to my cell. “I think there’s been some mistake. I don’t recall asking for a new lawyer.” I eyed his expensive suit and snorted. “Besides, I’m positive I can’t afford you anyway. I have legal aid for crying out loud.”
“Sit down, Jackson.” His voice boomed throughout the room.
Looking back—I wouldn’t say I was scared of him…it was more like intrigued about what he was doing there in the first place.
I begrudgingly sat back down and stared at him. “Okay, let’s just cut to the chase then. What’s this about? Who are you?”
He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in his seat. “You can just call me your guardian angel, boy,” he said smirking.
TO BE CONTINUED
