My Girlfriend is an X Murderer.
Chapter 1
The little wooden hammer tapped decisively against its resting place. The commanding voice of the judge soon followed demanding order in the courtroom. I tugged at my tie a little nervously. The decision will be announced shortly, that much I knew. I rubbed my sweaty palms down the sides of my pants and hoped the sweat stains will not show against my Armani suit. I was beyond nervous. I was certainly more nervous than my girlfriend who just sat there in the accused box by her very expensive lawyer, a lawyer that I paid for and humiliatingly pleaded for.
I, Matthew Walts had almost gotten down on my knees and pleaded for that good for nothing but very successful criminal lawyer, my very own uncle Richards Walts. I temporarily closed my eyes against that bitter memory. Never again! Never again will I plead with pompous Richards. Hopefully, that was one dick I would no longer have a use for again.
"Order! Order in the courtroom!" called out the ancient judge.
I was certain his days were numbered. No I was not about to call on my underworld connections and do away with him if he produced an unsavoury verdict. I might do that to Uncle Richards; only it was very likely he knew all the same assassins as I did. We were after all blood related.
No, what I meant was the judge was old and obese besides, I bet the clock was ticking on speed dial for his death watch. I just hoped he lasted long enough to give me a favourable verdict. I had a gut feeling things would go my way for not only had uncle Richard out done himself and made a mockery of the state's case but there was just this inexplicable underlying excitement that claimed an unquestionably victory. Call it my inner sixth sense or just craziness but I knew Lori was walking out of here scot-free.
I was still nervous though, I knew Lori would be as accepting to a negative outcome as she had been six years ago when she was first incarcerated in a mental institution for literally axe murdering her whole adoptive family. Her incarceration at age eleven had gratified an enraged nation. In fact, I was sure she made world news. Even now the angry mob that had picketed outside the courtroom could be heard loud and clear across the noise within the courtroom, itself. The public was in disbelief over the states poor handling of the case thus far. I was not surprised. It had been a miss use of the tax payer's money on all counts. Right from day one the evidence produced had been paltry at most. It had been a sheer impossibility for a slight girl of eleven to even wield the heavy axe let alone use it to hack to pieces three adults and four other children.
Not only had the very possibility of an eleven year old wielding the axe that produced those deaths crazy but the very fact that they had all pointed the finger to the golden haired blue eyed angle who sat before them as the culprit was beyond bizarre.
Even so, I believe I can safely say I was the only one who believed her innocence. Ever since that grotesque event six years back, the public had not forgotten. They had been as vindictive over my friendship with her then as they were now. You'd think it was the public's own families that got so brutally wiped out. You'd think that I was a stranger to the pain of losing loved ones for being so callous in my disregard of the public outcry that my actions have produced. I was not. I knew the pain. I knew it well. Having lost my own parents I could more than relate but I was not about to point the finger at one helpless young girl and lay the blame on her fragile shoulders. I saw her clearly for what she was, a helpless victim of public hatred. It was enough that they had locked her away in that institution for six years without a trial, but no longer. She had suffered her time. Suffered her time for a crime she had not committed. I am putting an end to it.
I was personally excused from falling victim to public hatred unlike my honey Lori was, but that was only cause half the public were enamoured by my amazing looks and unimaginable wealth and the other half just think I am either crazy, enamoured by my girlfriends lovely visage, or just being bratty in having my own way. I can only say, on this aspect, the public was likely right on all counts. I was being bratty in getting my own way. Lori was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was the love of my life and I was as rich and as blindingly handsome as the public says I am. But I was not being hoodwinked by Lori's innocence.
Just like I had my sixth sense tingling over the impending success of this case that same feeling was magnified when considering Lori's innocence. I have been so convinced over that fact since my very first meeting her only days after the horrific incident that was still fresh on the lips of everyone the world over. I had been sitting in the waiting room of yet another famous uncle, this time it was Dr Roberts Walts, a PhD in child psychology. Lori had been escorted in by the cops and she had looked as fragile then as she did now. You might be wondering just what I was doing there at my uncles clinic. Dr Roberts had been treating me over the loss of my own parents only in my case their deaths had not been at my hands and their deaths had happened two years prior. No I was sent there by my aunt Lucy, wife to uncle Roberts for misbehaviour of the delinquent kind. I had been undergoing a rebellious phase and I had been putting my poor aunt to her wits end with my constant bout of tantrums, disobedience and outright rudeness. Alright! I will admit it. I
was
spoilt, rotten to the core. At sixteen the loss of my parents had hit me hardest and I rebelled over the unfairness of it all for all I was worth. They had been my world just as I had been theirs. A freak accident one night made me an orphan.
A billionaire teenage orphan. My parents had gone out that night for a normal business dinner the sort they regularly went out for, but they had not returned that night. A drunk driver blindsided into them smashing into the side of their Bentley, sending them careening over the cliff that took their life. I had been blissfully asleep in my bed not suspecting the very worst, that they had died only miles from where I lay asleep on the very roads that led to our cliff side, sea view home, Belleview mansion. Then the sun rose and with it came the knowledge of the horrors of night before that snatched my parent's life away and left me alone. Uncle Roberts and his wife took me in as their own. They had no biological child of their own instead had adopted my cousin and the bane of my existence Dominic Walts. It was no surprises really that I had flipped out the next couple of years after and hence landed my butt in Uncle Roberts' office for counselling.
So you might ask, why befriended Lori seeing that she murdered her whole family and when I say whole, I don't just mean mother and father, no my dear Lori had butchered both her brothers, her two sisters and even an adult cousin. Lori had been the youngest in her adoptive family and she had somehow picked up an axe that had been almost the same size as her slight frame and hacked the lot to pieces. Large chunks of course, alright they were still mostly whole, only very bloody and very dead. Yes, I had seen the pictures as had the whole world. A thing like that would leak out from even the tight confines of a safe in the pentagon let alone the local media. It had gone viral like no other news before it ever had. The internet hits alone had cause networks to crash all over. To think that slight frame over there brought the World Wide Web to a halt; well really it was on some of the servers that operated it but still. The impact had been huge.
I still recall with great clarity our first meeting. I had been waiting for my uncle to finish up after our little catch up in which he had tried his damndest with a little reverse psychology to get me to amend my ways. I had been fifteen then and already on my way to purgatory for my many sins. I was at the point of no return.
