Grateful to be
out of the hospital after a prolonged stay, Ethan slowly got out of Chris’s
car. Moving slowly and walking with a weird gait, he ascended the steps and
opened the door to his house. Entering the living room, the first thing he saw
was a huge banner that said “Welcome home Ethan.” Looking around the room he
saw all of his friends and a couple of his repeat customers, some crying tears
of joy and relief that he was alive and on the mend.
Tears were
flowing freely at this demonstration of love and friendship. Everybody carefully
hugged Ethan, telling him how happy they were that he was still alive and in
one piece as they left. Soon it was just him, Chris, Troy and Alicia.
As they settled
in, Alicia began, “Ok, here’s what I know. Patrick is being charged with
hit-and-run, attempted murder, multiple counts of rape, assault with a deadly
weapon, and invasion of privacy. He’s also been charged with the intent to
murder Chris.”
“Assault with a
deadly weapon?” Ethan wanted to know.
“Yes; intentionally
infecting someone with HIV is considered an assault with a deadly weapon since
there is still no cure for it,” Alicia explained.
“Ok. So what
happens next?”
“Sims has been
arraigned on all counts. He will be going in front of the grand jury. I honestly
can’t say how many of the charges will stick, except for the hit-and-run, and
attempted murder of you, Ethan, and the intent to murder Chris. Since the
confession of the hit-and-run, and the intent to murder Chris threat, both made
in front of the chief enforcer and enforcer Jameson, he will be convicted on
those charges.
Ethan was very
glad to hear that information. He had always believed in the old-fashioned
notion of karma; what goes around, comes around. “So when is the trial?”
“I don’t know yet.
You and Chris will both be summoned as witnesses for the prosecution. There’s
more.” She lowered her voice. “In order to provide evidence of the gangbang and
him infecting you, the video has to come out.”
Ethan’s face
turned as white as the proverbial ghost. “W-w-w-why?”
“It’s the only
evidence. Rest assured though, when it’s time to view the video, the courtroom
will be cleared of everyone except the judge, jury, Sims, his lawyer, you and
your lawyer. Since we’ve already seen the video, we will also be allowed to
remain. Because of the nature of the video, there will be a gag order on it.
After the trial, technicians will take our phones and get rid of it. Do you
want to see it before the trial?”
“Not really, but
I guess I should.” Ethan said, reluctantly. Everyone gathered around him,
hugging him as the video started. A few seconds into the video he begged them
to stop. “I-I can’t watch any more of this,” He said before dissolving into
hysterical crying. Eventually he settled down and fell asleep, exhausted. With
Chris’s help, Troy helped their distraught brother up to his room, stripped him
down to his boxers and put him to bed.
Downstairs,
Chris turned furious eyes on Alicia. “I don’t want that cock-sucker to go to
prison. I want him dead!”
“I do too,” she
told the very pissed-off Chris. “He won’t last long. Once the prisoners are
finished raping him repeatedly, they’ll kill him. Most of them are serving
multiple life sentences, so they have nothing to lose.”
Chris was
mollified by that. “I hope they kill him slowly and painfully.”
~~~~~
Alicia decided
that this would be a good time to give Ethan some good news. “A search warrant
has already been executed on Sims’ apartment. All recording equipment and
videos with you in it, and I understand there were several,” Ethan shuddered
when he heard this, “have been confiscated and destroyed. Actually, all videos
were destroyed in the chance that you were in them.
While Alicia was
explaining to Ethan what was happening, Chris went upstairs and got his guitar,
came back down and started playing softly. It always made Ethan feel better
about whatever he was going through. It worked like a champ. Between Alicia’s
explanation and Chris’s music, Ethan was able to relax.
~~~~~
“All rise,” the
bailiff started the familiar speech, “His Honor, Judge Jeffrey Kramer
presiding.”
“Please be
seated,” the judge stated as he looked over the charges. “Will the defendant please rise. Patrick Sims,
you are charged with charged with hit-and-run, attempted murder, multiple
counts of rape, assault with a deadly weapon, and the invasion of privacy of
Mr. Ethan Evans, and the intent to murder Mr. Christopher Evans. How do you
plead?”
In an arrogant
and condescending voice, Sims replied, “Please. You know I’m not guilty. This
trial is a fucking farce.”
Red faced, the
judge pounded his gavel and rose. “Sims, you are hereby charged with gross
contempt of court to this court. You are sentenced to six months in jail and a
$5,000 fine. While you are in jail, you will write a letter of apology to this
court. Take him away.” Sneering at the judge, Sims was lead out of the
courtroom. “The trial will begin on Wednesday at 9am. Court is adjourned.”
As they left the
courtroom, Ethan remarked, “I can’t believe what an asshole Patrick has
become.”
“I don’t think it’s
a case of ‘has become’, I think it’s more like he’s showing his true colors.”
Troy responded. The ride home was made in silence, each immersed in their own
thoughts. The silence continued as everyone went their separate ways.
~~~~~
“The courtroom
will come to order. Will the defendant please rise. Patrick Sims, you have
demonstrated contempt for this court and these proceedings. I warn you right
now, any further displays of arrogance, condescension, or any other negative
attitude and I will summarily rule in favor of the plaintiff. Is that
understood?”
Sims just stood
there not saying a word until his attorney poked him. “Yes, judge.”
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