As the bailiff announces “All rise, this court is now in session. The honorable Judge Freewalt presiding.” It’s Judgement time. Sam held my hand as I nervously tapped my foot. We were in the courthouse for Jack’s trial. The final arguments had been made and we were waiting for the jury’s decision. It had been a long trial, filled with lots of news coverage and lengthy arguments. Jack had kept a steady eye on me the whole time, making me sweat in the blouse I had on. My blouse was short sleeved and I absentmindedly rubbed my fingers over the remains of the stitches Jack had given me. I just wanted this whole thing to be over with. I mean what else could they really do though? The evidence against him was impossible to not incriminate him with. I bit my nails as the bailiff handed the judge a small card. Sam gave my hand an extra squeeze and I glanced over at Jack who was sitting confidently in his chair. You’re so going down. The judge cleared his throat as mine clenched in anticipation.
“In the case of Williams v. Masters the court finds Masters—”
My heart soared as Jack’s eyes coolly met mine.
“Not guilty.”…show more content… People were shouting and I simply sat there. Not. Guilty. The words rang in my ears like a thousand church bells as I tried to wrap my head around it. You know in the movies they’re so in shock that they can’t hear anything? Yeah, that was me. Sam was grabbing at my arm and telling me to leave the court room but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly. No. Way. I was in complete shock, not able to process what had just happened. He couldn’t possibly be set free! He was insane! He was a kidnapper/murderer/psychopath—I suddenly jumped up from the table and Sam attempted to hold me
