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By
Rokesh kapali
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Story #1: In my Hand
In
My
Hand
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1.
All I could do was remember her face. I missed her so much that I
hated this feeling of missing her. I don't want to miss her; I want her in
front of me beside my bed holding my hands. I never felt so wordless to
describe how I was feeling each moment in that dark room that I could
even number them. I never imagined that someone’s memory could have
such pounding effect that was hammering my brain invariably. I wished I
was dead too. Maybe the last thing I was holding in my hand was her
hands.
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2.
3.
I didn’t go out for a few days. I was alarmed to be seen in the public
after last Friday’s news. Maybe all the people walking on the road might
have known what had happened but they were always as quiet as they
have ever been. My confusions and doubts were supported by the silence
of my neighborhood.
Public is always quiet until they are pushed to speak. I know that.
But, for me the case was different.
I wish I could go to the café across and chat around with the people
there. At any moment, I might encounter someone who could have seen the
news and recognize me.
It was a gloomy Wednesday and I was sitting on a wooden chair in
front of my closed bow windows. I could see a small portion of my garden
followed by a narrow pitched road enclosed by two pale pavement across
which was a warming cafe. The cafe was the closest to my house. I guessed
if they know about my case. Maybe all my neighbors know it and are just
pretending.
“Who cares!” a thought crossed.
I could hear my phone ringing since last Friday. Everyday at least
two rings had become a tradition. Today, again, it rang at around 5 pm.
Maybe the person calling on the phone might have something for
me, some information, as I had been guessing since the ring that I first
encountered. I checked my caller id and dialed the recent one. It seemed
that someone has been deliberately trying to be in touch.
At the second ring, a familiar voice picked up the receiver and
sounded worried after uttering a few words. I was annoyed by the feeling
that I don't remember the face even after several trials. I quit trying to
remember his face when it started to kick me from inside my head.
The voice introduced himself as Braxton. I asked Braxton to meet
me wherever and whenever possible as he sounded dearly intimate. He
wanted to see me. I did not feel comfortable at first but after he forced me
to believe that he was my old friend when he described my house in a
better way than I could. I felt a little calm in my heart and, then, I agreed.
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It was 8, when he gave a ring from outside the main gate. He was
holding something in his hand, looked like a wine bottle and an extra box. I
opened the door. I finally realized that, I could recognize that face even
from a mile which was waiting for me outside the main gate.
He entered, congratulating me as I was alive and expressing his
deep condolence to my wife. He described my wife with few fine words as
if he was closest to my family. Tranquility I felt in my nerves after seeing a
familiar face after so long made me feel careless for a while.
He opened the packet he brought in. It contained some grilled
chicken and a bottle of white wine because I didn't like the red wine as my
companion reminded me about myself. The conversation went on until I
asked about the uncertainty I had with the news I saw. He paused for a
while. Whatever followed after his clearing the throat was more appalling
than what I had encountered on last Friday news reporting.
He came up with a narration after calming me down. He,
hesitatingly, started by saying, I had shot a woman for some unknown
reason that only I can recall. Few days after that, I had an accident that
killed my wife.
He didn’t want to put a lot of pressure on me, I understood that by
his gestures but he wanted to ask me if I intentionally planned the accident.
Before he said anything else, I yelled out a few bad words at him for
whatever he was thinking and going to say. He calmed me down and told
me to take it easy. I told him, “I didn't kill anyone. Someone must be
framing me up”. My head ached as if it was bleeding from inside and I told
him to leave. It is not that I don't remember anything, a few things might
have erased but I could still remember his face and a few things from my
past.
He told me to calm down patting on my shoulder. I told him to
leave immediately.
Following Friday, 14th December, 2012, I went to the place where
my accident occurred. It wasn’t difficult for me to know which place it was
because of the advancement of technology. The place where my accident
occurred was none-other than the famous Lyell Highway of Tasmania. The
residents were well aware of that accident which I knew when I asked one
store guy from a convenience store while I was buying a pack of cigarettes.
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4.
for a while, staring at the street where people already started seeming busy
walking towards their workplaces. There are so many people on this planet
but all have different faces and unique stories. The creator must be a
genius. I wondered for a while.
But then I had a different thirst that needed to be quenched. So
instead of seating there, I visited Braxton’s workplace. It was a Motorcycle
workshop and Braxton has given his own name to it. He hadn't arrived but
everything looked so familiar and why shouldn't it? I, myself, used to work
here. I waited for a while until someone arrived.
I smiled and greeted a guy, who was approaching me, but I didn't
get a similar response. With a narrow brow he asked me why I was here. I
told him I came here to see Braxton. “Yes! This is his workshop, but not the
place to meet him. You can leave!” that didn't feel good. From behind a
voice called me, “Hey! How are you? How come?” looking surprised, there
he was, Braxton. I acted as if I was in a hurry so I told him not to go inside
and talk for just 5 minutes. He told me to wait for a minute while he went
inside. “Let’s go!” followed after he came outside and took me to a nearby
cafe. He told me to be quick as he had someone else to meet.
“Please help me solve this! I really didn't know what to do. I am
really in trouble man. What should I do? You are the only person I know
man...” I was going on continuously when he suddenly interrupted. “Wait!
Look! I will do whatever I can but you need to be patient. Cops aren't your
friend and inside that place nobody will welcome you after what you got
yourself into. Your case is being investigated. If you haven’t done anything,
why worry man.”
Those words did not need any more medication.
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5.
He slowly opened the file. The first page contained all my details
including the crime I had committed. The second page was filled up with
pictures from the scene they have extracted. Pointing to one picture, “This
is the lady that you killed. You may now say we are wrong and how the hell
did we know that.” He said. He then showed me the picture of a weapon
and told me, “that gun is with us and it has your fingerprints. She was killed
when she was coming towards you, I guess, you know each other. And the
most interesting thing about this case is, we could not extract any CCTV
footage because it was hacked by someone, maybe you. After a few weeks,
you had an accident where you survive but your wife didn’t. Maybe both of
the ladies had something common that you wanted to erase. And you killed
them both. So don't be clever with us and tell us everything that happened
and remember whatever you say will be used against you.”
A cold chill passed my body. Then I took a long breath because I
knew I had to remain calm to fight this.
I told him everything I remembered since the first day I opened my
eyes in the hospital which I dearly regret now because they thought I was
lying. Killing two women. My head began aching so bad, I couldn’t explain
anything further. I went unconscious.
When I woke up, I was on a cold bench in the same police station.
Holding my head on one side, I woke up. The same cop told me to go to my
house and take rest until everything is settled. He also told me that they are
thoroughly investigating everything they could and if I was a murderer I
could even face life sentence.
That cop was good but I didn't like it when he told me I was under
observation wherever I go so not to play hacker with him.
After walking down the stairs towards the pavement, I took a cab.
I saw two missed calls from Braxton. I called him back and told him
everything that happened that evening. I told him, “I am coming to your
house because I can't sleep in mine”. He agreed.
“Thank god the cab driver doesn't know me otherwise he would
have refused to take me in”, I told Braxton after reaching his home. On his
instructions, I entered his house. “A masterpiece”, I described as soon as I
entered. I told him,” you don't seem to work in any motorcycle workshop.
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Is this the first time I am visiting this place? Its colossal.” he giggled and
told me, “No!”
The second thing he uttered, after we both took our seats, was,
“why did you go to the cops after my restriction?”
“I was frustrated”, with a loud voice I replied.
“Alright. I can understand but they could have put you inside
forever”, with his head tilting rightward which was quite familiar.
Without saying anything I got up and said, “Can we drink
something? I really had a very long week.”
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6.
He didn't seem panicked. He was calm like a dove with both of his
hands with all his fingers touched on the side of his chair. He directed me
to sit down while he clarified everything.
Every word he spoke created a sensation inside me. He began by
saying, “I don't know how you don't remember anything but you used to
work for me. As you know this is a Digital company now, but it wasn't
before. We never used to sell software. We used to sell something else.
Plants-that are worth $83K per unit. We sold tons of it.” He continued,
“There was a lady reporter who was your wife’s friend. She, for her,
popularity tried to expose us. You were the one who discovered it and
finished all the business with her. If that doesn't ring any bell then nothing
will.”
I knew I shouldn't take a sudden decision which might cost me my
life as I already knew that the person I am dealing with is not an ordinary
person. If these people can make someone dead, and still can have their
own legit office, then they must be good. I don't know if I made a wise
decision but I took his offer in order to save my time from those annoying
police officers. I acted as if I recalled a few parts of my memory. He gave a
grinning smile which looked natural on him.
I left his office.
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7.
I was eager to open the letter I had in my bag but I tried my best to
maintain workplace discipline to not get diverted towards something else
from work, while I was at work, even though I hadn't much to do that day. I
waited until everyone waved goodbye and strayed towards their
destinations. Holding my umbrella I approached a bus station where I had
to wait for approximately 10 minutes to catch one.
While I was returning by bus, on the way, I felt I was being watched
so I looked back and around but the people there were in their own world.
I took out the envelope, tore it and pulled out the core and unfolded it.
Suddenly the bus jerked and I was thrown upwards because its tire
stumbled on the crocodile cracking. Holding the letter firmly, I read the
first line. The first line was:
“You haven’t killed anyone but someone close to you did and I
cannot reveal my identity to you right now because I work in the same
place as you do. And these people are dangerous. Sorry! ”
My mind went blank for a while and I almost missed my station but,
fortunately, I didn't. I had queer feeling that someone around my
neighboring was tracking me. I became conscious about each and every
house around me leaving me insecure even inside my own house.
Throwing the wet umbrella to a corner, I rushed to close all the
curtains and lightened all the bulbs inside my house. My blood pressure
ascended, as I could feel every pulse around the back of my head, and I felt
insecure and worried because of all these unknown occurrences. I didn't
want to go to my workplace anymore.
Suddenly, my syndrome hit me back. I couldn’t breathe, I headed
towards the kitchen and pulled out a whiskey and drank it, straight, from
the bottle. After emptying half the bottle in single attempt, I took a long
breath and said to myself, “I knew this. I did not kill anyone.” I again read
the letter if there was any clue that I overlooked. I noticed a phrase
“someone close to you” which gave me with an idea of enlisting every
person I knew. First person was, obviously, Braxton. He didn't seem like a
killer but who does. I don't know anything yet. I made a long list of
everyone from the work.
Another thought crossed my mind. Maybe “Someone wants to focus
my diversion towards the close people and maybe it wasn’t the close
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people but someone I have yet to recognize have something to do with it”.
Several questions flooded my head with each question giving rise to a
certain level of pressure. I don’t remember when I went unconscious.
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8.
unfamiliar faces. I was drowning in the conundrum about who the writer of
that letter was.
I knew I must dig deeper otherwise this thing will not let me live. I
wrote a letter to my boss saying I am going to a meditation camp for a
month, for that, I needed a break. Surprisingly, I received an approval letter
the next day, which said, I was granted the vacation if I took it a week later
as the company had to manage someone in my place.
Braxton was regular at my house but nothing unusual occurred.
But surely I noticed something different in his manner when I told him that
I took a break from my work and was thinking of going to a meditation
camp to cure my head. He gave a fake laugh and with an approved smile he
complimented on my decision. He responded, “I wish I could go with you
but I cannot.”
After he left, an idea hit my brain. I decided to rent a new room,
further from the city, so that I could operate by myself securely. I made
slight changes in my appearance.
Couple of days later, since my vacation started, I found a room few
miles away from my house.
Then my target was to dig deeper into all the operations in GGD
that they, deliberately, had hidden from me. The best way to do this task
was to hire some clever kids, like in old movies, to track the current
workers in GGD. I introduced them my new room as our meeting room.
After all setting, my next topic of case study was my dear old
friend-Braxton. I wanted to know everyone who he was dealing with
behind my back. So tracking Braxton was the task I assigned to myself.
We began our journey and remained active throughout the course.
In just ten days, I had accumulated vital information about GGD except
about the one who had sent me that anonymous letter.
It was 8th April; I was following Braxton in one of my hired car
when I witnessed something baffling that it shook me off the ground. He
stopped by a house. I saw him approaching the door of a house which was
opened by one of my colleagues from work. After about ten minutes, I
heard a gunshot fired twice. I was baffled and scared, at the same time, but
I was eager to know who was shot. To my surprise, Braxton jumped from a
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window, rolled on the ground and tried his best to run towards the woods.
I followed him in my car.
I saw another car waiting for him. Banging and buzzing, the car
leaped and after a few seconds it disappeared. Without staying there for a
moment, I also took a flight from the place thinking the cops might be
arriving and they know me well.
I went to my own house as I felt Braxton might come for the visit. I
kept waiting for him. But he didn’t show up. Not even a single call I
received from him.
So far, I had formed a team of seven people. Following are some
inferences I have drawn from our investigation:
❖ The company I was working for was a software company at the front
and behind they were still smuggling some sort of plant or insect I
don't know but they call it “Yarsagumba” imported from a country
called “Nepal”. The selling price was five times more than the market
price. People use it for some exotic reasons and those reasons were
none of my concern.
❖ And surprisingly, my boss “Mr. Daniel Taylor” was struggling to
establish an organized criminal world to produce his own farm for
the cultivation of that plant.
❖ Braxton has his own Motorcycle workshop who is also a hired
assassin working for one of my colleagues, who was funded by Mr.
Taylor.
❖ Braxton killed one of the colleague from GGD, cold-blooded, for some
unknown reason.
The progress was moving forward, but still I hadn't got what I was
searching for- The killer who was responsible for the death of two women.
It was a windy Monday, as I could see the limbs of the tree blowing
about, constantly, in the same direction, almost touching the ground. For
two days, I had not gone to the city or my house.
I was dwelling on my thoughts, sometimes, in the shimmering
freezing veranda, and sometimes in front of the small hearth, in my
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9.
I always felt Braxton has been hiding something from me, since the
day he met that made me more curious about him than anyone on the
entire planet. He was an entirely independent topic to dig into. I have been
following him like a hawk following a snake from thousands of feet above
from the sky.
It was already mid-autumn. The golden leaves had already been
started spreading by the trees while waving their flags towards the wind to
the north. Swirling away the leaves around the corner, Braxton drove off. I
was following him in a different car than before. It was my fifth car that I
have hired this month to track him. I was driving approximately 300 feet
apart from him. He was in his blue Audi. He was heading towards a casino.
He parked. I had few memories connected with that casino. I followed him
inside.
After a couple of minutes of him entering, I went inside. I took a
seat around the bar and ordered a Martini. I saw him talking with other
three guys whose resemblance was quite remarkable to him. They
appeared to possess high energy and with intense excitement they took
one seat each. The entire table was a computer screen where one can place
a bet with just a touch of a finger. There were fifty tables like that and, in
front of everyone, there was a big wheel that was spin by one bald headed
guy on black suit. They were on the last row. The game can be viewed on
the screen of each of their tables. Technology has gone advanced but it
wasn’t new for me.
Suddenly, a woman in green shiny dress passed me which
reminded me of my wife. I wondered if I had visited this place with my
wife.
After thinking a while, I said “Yes” to myself. I was here with my
wife.
A guy sat beside me bought a wine. He was shuffling the tokens on
the table which he must have won, while the bartender was busy preparing
his drink. Then I realized that I had seen few tokens similar to those, inside
one of my drawers in my house.
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first person who solved the case of “Yarsagumba” - the ambivalent plant as
I used to call it. It cost the GGD a significant amount of money to bounce
back into the business again after the hustle. She was approaching me to
provide me with the evidences she had but before she could reach me, she
was prevented. But I had the bag she was carrying. I had suspicion that the
evidences might be inside that bag. I didn’t open it at the moment. I
decided to go through her bag at my house. I went away.
To my surprise, I saw Braxton and my wife on my backyard. I
stayed behind the fence to hear what they were talking about. Nothing was
audible except him saying, “Case Solved!” He was about to leave handing
over a small pouch to my wife. Suddenly, from behind I was grabbed by the
cops. They both were alarmed by the hustle. Both of them tried to hide
while I was engaging with the fellow cops.
I hadn’t planned for any trip when I was inside the prison. But yes,
sure I did when I saw those blue coins inside my drawer. I didn’t want to lie
or deceive her but as an ordinary man, I was helpless.
It was the second day of us arriving Tasmania that I took her for a
drive. I didn’t tell her we were going to the hills nor I cared about the speed
but she did. I guess she was trying to explain something with all her might
but I played deaf. She was crying and begging me that it will never happen
again. I took another gear up the hill with infinite speed. I took several
turns following the shrink sounds. On each turning, I could see her dying a
bit which made me more excited. I could just hear her crying in fear and
yelling and begging me to stop. Neither I cared nor did I stop.
Now I don't care about anybody’s opinions on this case as I did
what I thought was right. And obviously it wasn’t my wife’s hand that I was
holding before going unconscious.
THE END
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Lost Me!
Found Me!
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Chapter 1
He was not ready to listen anything I say. But before he could have it I
asked for his id in a brusque manner. He gave me his identity card of which
I made a Xerox copy. I could see him murmuring with his focus on the
ground 2 feet from his foot sitting on the chair beside the door. I was a bit
scared and wished he would leave soon. As soon as I finished making the
copy of his Id, I handed it to him. He grasped it from my hand and set off as
a wind. I curiously went to the door to see him but he had already
disappeared. Then I was distracted by the dark translucent cloud
approaching me threatening me to leave soon. Without losing any time, I
grabbed my bag and umbrella and rushed towards my bus station.
Chapter 2
The next working day, I thought that guy would show up to process
the document that he took from me. But he didn’t. I was quite busy building
evidence for a person whose case I had to win. The case was tough as I
wasn’t being able to develop any suggestions of how I should win that one.
My mind was completely occupied by this case. As usual, I went for lunch at
1 pm. With a huge sigh, I sat on the chair in our canteen after placing my
food on the table. Our canteen looked more like a restaurant with all those
settings and my colleagues looked like customers waiting for the waiting
staff. I was mentally exhausted and wanted to forget everything. Before
having a first bite of my burger, I happened to glance at the TV placed high
on the wall so that everyone surrounding it could have a nice look on it.
The sound was not audible for me nor the words were visible because of
the distance between me and the TV was quite significant but I could
clearly see a picture in the television. What amazed me was the face that
was on the news. It was him. I moved towards the table nearer to the TV. I
almost turned into an ice block when I read the line under the quote “a
man has been accused of a murder”. Further, the news reported about his
disappearance after the crime took place. There were many theories
running one after another inside my mind. I took out my mobile and
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Googled the headline of the news. Before I could find anything about him, I
got a call from my other client about the progress of the case.
After finishing my lunch, I went to check the drawer where I had
kept a copy of his identity card. His name was different from the name in
the id that he gave me. The id said - Gary Smith. But the news reported a
different name called Ryan Walter. The id contained some other
information which I wasn't sure if they were true or not. It included his
address and mobile number which, even if it's true, he obviously won’t use
it at the moment. Then there was my other client, Mrs. Emily who wanted
divorce from her arrogant husband.
Chapter 3
After a long week, the weekend finally arrived and I can spend
some quality time with my family. I was packing my bag to go to my
parent’s house to see them. I left my apartment and while I was locking the
door, I saw a newspaper over our post box. I was curious if there was any
news of that guy. I grabbed the newspaper with me and took a bus.
I quickly went through all the pages of the paper while I was
travelling in the bus. I reached the last page but couldn’t find anything
about him. I realized how fast people forget about the crime these days. I
wondered if anybody even noticed that news on the TV. I remembered
because I encountered the person. If I hadn't encountered him live, I
wouldn't have noticed the news on the TV that day. I became conscious
about other news that went unnoticed by me because of my busy life.
I took out my mobile and Googled it if I could find any updates
about him. I searched the name “Ryan Walters’s murder case”. It gave
nothing new except what the news had already said. The more I was
searched about that guy the more curious I become. I knew it wasn’t my
job to get down to the depth but I had a hunch if there might be some
innocent guy going through trouble. I wasn’t feeling good about that guy
but I can’t explain the feeling I had. I became thirstier.
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Chapter 4
I was busy with other cases so I couldn't give any focus to Ryan’s
case, which I wanted dearly. It was already more than two months that he
appeared on the news. Nobody knew where that guy was. Nobody knew
what happened to him. But the thing that was unsettling me was why he
asked for a divorce paper if he had to kill his father. Where was his divorce
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linked with his father's death? Did his father divorced his mother or his
father forced him to divorce with his own wife? Or did his father kill his
wife and he killed his father? There can be many more possibilities. The
next thing I noticed was that he was wet. Maybe something had already
occurred before he arrived at my office. Probably the struggle with his
father made him wet with sweat. I couldn't stop thinking about what might
have happened.
One weekend, when I was heading towards my parents house, I
met the same cop on the way. He was standing by the door outside waving
me hello. I approached him and asked about any improvements about the
case. He replied,” Nothing mate!” But that day his face had a different look.
I felt as if he was thinking that I had some connections with Ryan. But he
didn’t say anything and I took the turn.
After a few days, I quit my job as I lost the last case and my client
was given with a life sentence by the jury. Whatever happened in the court
was justice. I knew that by taking his side, I was fighting against justice.
This time, even though I lost the case, I was happy. I felt bad for those
people whom he killed during the road accident. I remembered all the
victims from whom I pillaged justice and, currently, I was tired of divorcing
people.
It was 12th March 2007, a chilling Monday morning around the
central station, I glanced at the historical Sydney clock tower, built
between 1915 and 1920, situated at the northwestern corner of the Central
Station with the height of 246 ft. I was in my new apartment. From one of
its windows I could clearly see how the history of this city was written. It
was already half a year since I met Ryan but still he was undiscovered.
“What if I dig this case by myself? Would I be able to find him?” A thought
crossed my mind. Finally I decided to pursue him. But this time, I will bring
justice.
I searched all my bags and drawers to find the copy of his id. After
searching for a while, I found it and decided to visit the location it had
mentioned. I carried my bag to put some evidence if I find any. I took a cab
and gave the driver my destination address. After about 25 minutes inside
the cab, I arrived at the place and had a quick look around the place. The
strange thing was, the map ended up at a church surrounded by a small
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forest reminding me of some uncanny movies. But the locality didn’t seem
as if there would be any crime as it was a commonplace where hundreds of
people walk everyday on the street. I saw a series of bungalows running till
my eyes could reach with several perpendicular turnings in between. If the
crime had really occurred in this place, obviously, there would be many
witnesses who must know about the case. I suspected if the location was
also fake.
Chapter 5
She started describing the id as the person in the picture was her
son and the name was of her husband. She asked, “What is this? What's
going on?” I was puzzled for a while and speechless at the same moment.
With a nervous tone, I asked, “are they both alive?” Her expression clearly
declared me as a crazy person. I could clearly see that she was starting to
get annoyed. Then she told me, “Just this morning both of them left for
their work. Tell me what is going on and why are you asking me this?”
I introduced myself as an investigating agent and briefly explained
her that my purpose was just to get more information. I politely asked her
the address of their workplace and told her that nothing was serious. I left
the house as quickly as possible. While I was on my way to Ryan’s office,
multiple concurrent thoughts were resulting from the conundrum I was
dwelling upon.
I reached the location the lady gave me. I was stumped and said to
myself, “are you kidding me?” It was a law firm. I was given directions to
his office room by a young lady sitting at the help desk. I got troubled by a
thought that if he is a lawyer himself, why the hell he came for a divorce
paper from me!! But still I hadn't seen him in his office working. I am
personally skeptical towards every person. And he was a special one. My
mind bustled more than ever when I opened a huge wooden door and saw
him sitting on his table, typing something onto his computer. That was the
same face that hailed on my door that evening. And yet not a single cop was
able to trace his identity. “Seriously!” I was amused. He must be a good
player then, I guessed for a while. He greeted me as a new person and
suggested that I take a seat while he finished his work in 2 minutes.
Chapter 6
him that existed only inside my mind. Then, pointing all the focus on me, he
asked, “Sorry for making you wait. Please go on. You have something to tell
me!”
I said, “Yes”.
There was a strange silence in the room for a while and then I
opened my mouth. I could see him listening profoundly. Before I could say
anything, a bunch of three guys entered the room as if they were going to
pillage the entire office. He retreated towards the wall behind him. I
thought they came for him. But instead one guy grabbed me, pushed me to
the floor that had a spongy carpet which I could feel by my face and my
palms. One guy started to tie my hands from behind while I was yelling,
“your game is finished. You think you can get away with this. I will confess
everything about you.” Other two guys were busy pressing me as hard as
they could me so that I couldn't move.
I was moving with all my might when suddenly, I noticed a thug
sound and the world went dimmer and dimmer until I could feel nothing. I
don't know when I woke up but when I did; my first guess was that I was in
a hospital by observing the walls and bed resembling a normal hospital
which resembled mere hospital. I tried to yell but I was so tired and I felt
voiceless. I could hear a few people murmuring outside the door. I felt my
head had an extra twenty pound added on it. My thoughts were as colorless
as the color of the room. I was handcuffed. I yelled with whatever my mind
could think of at the moment. My feet were trembling and reaching the
door felt as if I had two miles to cover. I pressed the wall with my back
beside the door and took a few long breaths. Then I kicked the door with all
my might and shouted to open it. It went on for few minutes when I started
feeling tired again. Feeling desperate and hopeless, I headed towards the
bed where I was lying before I gained my consciousness. Looking straight
into the white ceiling with numerous nervous breaths, I felt the uniform I
was wearing. It was some sort of clothes worn by patients in any medical
institutions. Then I noticed the most distressing thing sewed on the dress.
It was the name tag attached to it. To my agitation, it had a name - Gary
Smith. I drowned into the whirlpool of thoughts how I really got here.
Slowly I could see a clear day. Yes I was a lawyer but not a good
one. I have put many innocent people inside the prison. But I wanted to
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work for justice, not against it. The ambition I had to become a great one
pushed me towards wealth and I used to think, money cannot be earned by
doing good work. Even my wife's personality didn’t meet my reputation.
That is the reason Justice could never become my friend. I remembered my
father telling me not to divorce my wife. She was good and caring. Those
were his last words.
THE END
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