Chapter 9
Monday
Jack
Okay, I am totally enthralled with Charlie now. We spent most of the weekend humping like teenagers. Everything I do with Charlie feels like magic. It feels like the very first time I experienced those things with her.
On Saturday, we just stayed home and screwed all day till my balls felt like raisins. On Sunday, with Leena in the county lockup, I went to my home and removed all of my clothes and personal possessions.
After moving all my stuff to Charlies home in Woodinville, I removed all of Leena’s clothes and possessions and placed them in storage for her.
This way, I can put up the house for sale.
I have already taken out a restraining order against Leena and she is not allowed to be anywhere closer that 500 yards from the shared home.
I will give the address of the storage unit and combination to the lock to her lawyer. Whether she goes to prison or not, she will be able to access her belongings when she is free to do so.
Charlie and I are in court at 10am today to see Leena and Damian’s arraignments. I spoke briefly with her public defender before she was brought into court from the county jail.
I made it clear to the young lawyer probably fresh from taking the bar exam that I will not pay for her bail if there is any.
I handed him the restraining order and made it clear that she can never go near our house again.
I handed him a slip of paper that had the name and address of the storage place and the numbers for the pad lock on the unit.
Charlie and I sat at the back of the court room. I don’t think that Leena even saw us as they brought her into the court in handcuffs. Moments later, the 6 foot 7 black fella who caused my injuries was brought into the court in shackles due to the fact that he is a known dangerous Gang Leader.
He did glance back at us and I saw a cold icy stare as our eyes locked. “You should have just died punk,” he yelled over at me. “That sounds like a confession your honor,” I yelled back to the judge who had just approached the bench.
“I think you should remind your client that he has the right to be silent,” the judge groused. “Unfortunately for you, I cannot unhear what was just said in this court,” he added.
The court was called to order and Leena was sworn in as the first defendant. She has agreed to speak on her own behalf.
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself young lady? The judge asked her. He is fully aware that she has made a deal to turn states evidence against her ill advised lover.
“I never in a million years imagined that something like this could happen. I love my husband and I never intended him any harm. It was just a stupid affair that I greatly regret now,” she told the judge.
“Your lawyer has told me that you are in fear for your life from this other defendant Damian Biggalow,” the judge prodded. “Yes sir, I am afraid that his gang members will come to silence me,” Leena started to shake and sob.
“I have arranged for the Marshals office to escort you to a safe house when you leave here today. But you must satisfy all of the provisions of the deal that you made with the prosecutor,” the judge instructed her.
That Damian dude looked like he could spit nails as the Marshall escorted Leena from the court room. Wisely, his lawyer convinced Damian to not say a word in the court room.
First, the video of Damian dragging my comatose body into the emergency room was shown to the jury. Next, I was called to the stand to tell my side of the story. Pointing our his fingerprints are on the ashtray.
During this time, the one minute video I took on my cell of him fucking Leena was displayed. Next I recounted rushing to the side of the bed and the being struck on the side of my head with the heavy lead crystal ashtray that was next to the bed.
The defense lawyer tried to claim that I could not possibly remember that since I suffered a coma. On redirect, I answered that silliness by pointing out that I was perfectly okay before I was hit. It was after I fell to the floor that I was in a coma bleeding profusely from my head.
As proof, photos were produced of the bloody mess I had been when I was dumped in the ER that night. Doctor Kilroy was called next and he described the damage I had sustained and that he’d had to drill a hole in my head to reduce the swelling and pressure in my brain.
At this point, the judge ordered that Damian be held in custody until his trial on possible attempted murder, aggravated assault with grave bodily harm and Depraved indifference for just dumping me at the hospital.
“Hey, that probably saved his life,” Damian jumped up and yelled. “Sit down and shut up Mr. Biggalow or I will site you for contempt of court.” The judge growled.
“Fuck you,” Damian shouted. “That’s thirty days. Take this man to the county lockup. No visitors except for his attorney and no phone calls,” the judge ordered with a slam of the gavel. I can tell that the prosecutor is ecstatic. This gives him 30 more days to build a slam dunk case against Damian.
Leena’s attorney was waiting out in the hallway when Charlie and I came out of court. He flagged me down and told me that Leena requested a chance to apologize to me.
I told the man that there is nothing she could possibly say to undo the physical and emotional damage she has done to my life. I told him the only apology I will accept is for her to never contact me again for any reason.