• "F*** you!" The man boomed standing up and pointing at me like I was the bad guy. "What do you know!?"
    I smirked. "Is that all Mister Tod?"
    He narrowed his eyes.
    The judge hit his gavell on the wood of his bench and shouted for the jury to shut their traps as their voices seemed to seep out of some sort of hiden crack, causing the judge to get irritated. "Silence! I won't have that behavior in my court room Mister Tod! Please calm yourself and allow Mister Timothy to have his share of questions. No shut it and sit it." He growled.
    I nodded to the judge and walked up to Mister Tod. "Now, Mister Tod? Where you on the night of January 1, 2009?"
    He shrugged. "I was at home."
    "Was anyone with you?"
    "No. I don't think so." He said narrowing his eyes at me again.
    I put my hands in my suit pockets. "Are you sure? Wasn't your wife with you that night? I have a testamony saying that you swore she was with you that night. Are you sure you were alone?"
    He seemed to start to sweat and swallowed hard. "I don't really remember that well."
    The judge sighed. "Please, Mister Tod? Just answer his questions with a yes or no."
    I pulled my glasses off and put them on the lining of my suit pocket. "Where was your wife at the time of the incident?"
    "In the kitchen."
    "Doing what?"
    "Making me dinner."
    I nodded. "I see. So your wife does all the work in the house?"
    He nodded. "Yeah. She does all the womans work while I go out work, doing what all men should do."
    I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you sexist, Mister Tod?"
    He smiled. "I was raised in a strict catholic family, sir. I do believe it comes with the religion."
    I nodded slowly. "I see."
    "What does this have to do with the case, Mister Timothy?" The jugde asked getting more annoyed.
    I held up my hand to him. "Please, judge. I'm getting to my point. I promise." I say.
    He nodded and let me carry on.
    "What was your wife making for you?"
    "Chicken breast." He says shrugging.
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes."
    I nodded and smiled. "Isn't a religious law that all Catholics aren't allowed to have meat on Fridays? In order to sacrafic for the lord, to show how much they would give for him?"
    He sat up straight, more sweat forming on his forehead. "Y-yes..."
    I shrugged. "So... Your a strict catholic, and yet you would go against one of your own rules just to eat chicken?" I narrowed my eyes. "How suspicious."
    He swallowed. "I must have forgotten it was Friday..."
    I chuckled. "I'm sure you did. But isn't it true that your company has a staff meeting every Friday? And since your the manager, you would have to know what day it was." I say standing right in front of him.
    He looked at the judge.
    The judge raised an eyebrow in curiousity to what I was getting at.
    I grinned. "Are you sure your catholic Mister Tod?"
    He glared at me. "Of course I am!"
    I shrugged. "Fine, fine. But isn't it a sin to curse?"
    He swallowed and sank in his seat.
    I smiled. "What were you doing while your wife was making dinner?"
    "Watching the TV."
    "I see. Do you watch the television more then you spend time with your wife?"
    He looked at his hands. "Yes."
    "Do you feel bad about it?"
    "I do now..."
    "You mean, you feel bad now because your wife had to stab you to get your attention?"
    He nodded.
    I put my hand on my chin. "So when your wife came into the room with the knife, had you said anything to her before hand?"
    "I told her to hurry her a** up before I came in there." He said quickly.
    I nodded. "I see. And that's when she came out of the kitchen with a stake knife?"
    He nodded.
    I smiled. "So, it was your fualt for pushing her off the edge."
    He glared at me. "She had no right to stab me!"
    I slammed my hand down on the rail of the bench he sat at. "She had every right! You were an abusive husband that cared more about his job and his television then his own wife!" I boomed.
    The judge slammed his gavell down and pointed at me. "Keep yourself in line, Mister Timothy!"
    I nodded and stepped back from the bentch. "Yes, judge. I was just trying to get my point across."
    He nodded and let me continue again.
    Mister Tod glared at me, tears in his eyes.
    I looked at Mister Tod, knowing he was scared inside because he knew I was about to break this case, and the truth would be strewn all over the place. "Mister Tod?"
    He tilted his head. "What?" He hissed.
    "Have you ever hit your wife?"
    He looked at his hands. "Yes."
    "When was the last time you hit her?"
    "The morning of January 1."
    I smiled. "So this could have also set her off too, Mister Tod?"
    He nodded.
    "Have you ever forced your wife to participate in sexual acts she disagreed with?"
    He nodded. "It's the womans job to please the man for doing all this work for her."
    I glared at him. "So, your sexist, but your not catholic, Mister Tod?"
    He nodded.
    Woman in the jury gasped and gave him dirty looks.
    He went on. "They should all be at home cooking and cleaning and slaving over a stove for the men of the household. Like all b***es are born to do."
    I sighed. "I see. Are you racist as well Mister Tod?"
    He swallowed and looked at his hands. "I'm not going to answer that question, sir."
    I glared at him. "But your under the Court of law, Mister Tod. You have to answer all my questions." I say smirking.
    He sighed. "Yes, sir."
    "So your wife came at you with a knife after you had hit and beat her and raped her numerous amounts of times, right?"
    He nodded. "Yes."
    I sighed. "Judge?"
    He nodded.
    I leaned over Mister Tod, glaring at him. "Do you know what the punishment for all those crims, Mister Tod?"
    He sank down.
    I smiled. "You will be locked up in a prison cell for over twenty years, just twenty if your lucky. And your wife? Will only serve maybe ten or less for intending harm to another. That's all."
    He swallowed. "Fine. I hit her and treated her like s***. But she stabbed me!" He shouted in my face.
    I stepped back and pointed at him while looking at the jury. "Observer, my friends, a man that has raging out bursts when he loses his temper and hurts his wife for inexcussable reasons. Should he be allowed to send his wife to jail for simply trying to defend herself against this man, or should, instead, be sent to jail for his wrongs first?"
    They looked at me, thinking hard.
    I smiled. "Thank you."

    A few hours later the jury had decided the verdict.
    A woman stood up and faced Mister Tod. "We the jury find Mod James Tod... Guilty of abuse and rape towards the accused. We sentence him to thirty five years in a state penetentary with no bail."
    I smiled and stood up as everyone began to leave.
    Mod's wife smiled at me from the back of the court room where the public could watch the case.
    I smiled back and walked up to her as they put Mod in hand cuffs. "Hello, Mrs. Tod."
    She waved and seemed excited. "Hello, Mister Timothy."
    "So what do you think of his punishment?" I ask as people walk past us.
    She shrugged. "It's good, I guess. I just wished he would have gotten something alittle worse for what he's done to me..."
    I nodded and put my hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I know. I'm sorry. I did the best I could, Mrs. Tod."
    She nodded. "Thank you."

    When I got home I was immediatly welcomed by my dog who was getting fat because I was unable to be around, thanks to my job.
    I sighed and pet his head. "Hello, Goober. You need to walk around more, boy. Your getting fatter then the judge today."
    He licked my hand and nudged my leg.
    I smiled and walked into the living room. I set my things down on the table and turned on the television.
    Goober jumped up and layed down on my lap.
    I chuckled and pet his head. "You know what, Goober? The man in court house today beat on his wife. And only watched the television most of the time. He was a d*** head."
    Goober turned his head and looked at me, his ears perked up.
    I grinned and petted him again. "I know. It's wrong, isn't it?"
    He sneezed and his whole body shook.
    I laughed. "Bless you."
    Goober licked my hand, asking for me to keep petting him. Which I'm always happy to do.
    I petted him again. "I had to make myself look like the bad guy for alittle while, just to make him look worse, you know... I felt bad.. But I had to, right?"
    Look at me... I'm talking to a dog... I really have no life, do I?
    My phone rang and I sprung up, making Goober get off of me before I did of course. I snatched the home phone up and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
    "I have another case for you." Said my boss.
    "What is it?" I ask.
    "Well, a boy is accusing his father of raping him. You'll be taking the place of the boys lawyer." He said calmly.
    I nodded. "Okay."
    "You'll take it?"
    I nodded. "Yeah."
    "Alright. I want you in here within an hour." He said strictly.
    "Of course, sir." I say.
    He hung up.
    I put the phone down and ran to the bathroom.
    I was a lawyer that delt with mainly family 'problems', like rapes, beatings, mostly violent acts on one another. So I had heard of some really stupid reasons to beat a family member. But... to rape your won son is... Gross... And just petophile-ish... {I don't care if I spelt that wrong, okay?}
    The shower water felt good against my skin as I washed the last case off of me. Just pushing the ugly thoughts and truth about how ugly this world is away, just so I can be reborn to it, so I can blow up at certain points to pull the angery and mean lawyer that only cares about the innocent act. It worked everytime. I have only lost one case before. But that was because there was little proof to go against the accused.
    Soap plastered on my loffa scrubbed off the dead skin and left a good scent behind.
    After my shower I got dressed in a new tux and walked out the front door, leaving Goober alone again.

    When I got to the office I saw that there was a commotion going on.
    My boss met me in front of my office and seemed really worried about something.
    I looked at him confused. "Is something wrong, sir?"
    He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eye. "I won't ask anything else if you do this for me."
    I blinked. "Okay...?"
    He grabbed my arm and pulled me away to his office.
    I looked inside from the door way and saw that there was a boy, maybe only seventeen, sitting in a leather chair, his hands between his legs and his eyes on the floor nervously. "Who's this?" I ask pointing at him.
    He glanced at me before looking at the same spot on the floor.
    My boss sighed. "This is your new room mate. You'll be taking him home and also working on his case."
    I stepped back. "I'm sorry?"
    He glared at me. "Come on, Timothy. You have to do this. His father got out of the prison he was being held at and now he's on a rampage to find him and possibly kill him."
    I swallowed. "So your putting him with me? Why not the police?"
    He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please, Timothy? Just take him home with you and make sure he doesn't ever leave your house. I will have people come around and make sure you have all the evidence you need to put this kids dad away for what he's done. And if he gets on your nerves for some reason you can come and drop him off in my office for a day or so." He said.
    I sighed. "What's his name?"
    "Joel Crimson."
    I knelt down in front of Joel. "Are you alright with that, Joel?"
    He nodded and looked away from me.
    I smiled. "Fine. He'll stay with me. But for how long will we be put together?" I ask looking at my boss.
    He shrugged. "For as long as the case takes to finish. A month or so possibly."
    I nodded and looked at Joel. That's okay. I didn't have anything planned anyway. So I might as well have a guest over, right, Joel?"
    He glanced at me.
    I chuckled and stood up straight. "Where are his things?"
    My boss smiled. "Being loaded in your car already."
    I blinked. "You knew I was going to say yes?"
    "No. I knew I would get you to say yes one way or another." He teased.
    I sighed. "Very funny."