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Chapter 4: Change
Her friends, her family wanted her back. Noone could convince her until....
CNB turned up at her door, the house was ransacked. She was brought to station, completely clueless. Officers were asking questions she had no answer for. Heart pounding, future became such a blur. When given a chance to call someone to bail her out, the only number she remembered was her sisters.
She still couldn't bring herself to believe what happened. She was said to have meddled with drugs. Her husband was also wanted. She lost all hope, if she get charged, her future will be tarnished, her diploma.. she was on her final stretch... her FYP was just around the corner. She pretended everything was fine, she continue to turn up for all her classes. When she was actually on bail, she was supposed to return and attend hearing in court in a month's time. She didn't know what to do with this information.
She reached out to an outlet to just release herself. She turned to drinking, partying with her friends, or alone. It didn't seem to matter to her. Her future was bleak, tainted! She ended up trying everything new, going to every club, every pub, having fun, doing what she would never had done to risk her future. She felt like she won't have a future anymore with a possible heavy charge, thus she couldn't care much less of what would or could happen through her reckless decision to just enjoy herself.
One night, drunk with her hopelessness, she found a man to whom she ranted about what she were facing. Her hearing was the next morning. What have she got to lose anyway? The man, a Caucasian, here on a business trip. Why would he care for her? He could just took advantage of her and leave her be. Yet, he listened to all she had to rant on. He took notes even!
The next morning, he called to meet her at the library. She was clueless, yet she went ahead. She could barely remember this man, she only remembered he was a Caucasian. He was already on one of the computers when she arrived. He raised his hand to call her over.
"What's up?" she said, pretending it was all fine like as if it wasn't the day she had to turn up for the hearing.
"Look, you said you were still schooling, and that this was something you never knew about. So, may I know your past results, your attendance in school. If there is any lecturer who would vouch for you?" He went blabbering on and on asking for so many details.
She answered each one of his questions, as he took notes and googling for all the names, and the other details. Still clueless, she couldn't put all of these together, why is he asking so many questions about her? Whatever for?
"Okay, got it! I will engage a lawyer for you. Once they hold you back with no bail, just tell them you have a lawyer in hand who would reach to them. I got this for you. Don't worry about the cost. I wish you well, and I am confident you will get out of this mess. Just be positive. You are clearly innocent, DON'T blindly admit to anything!"
Why? Who is this man? Why is he so persistent to help? Is this even real? She wondered all through the hearing that she never realized she was back in the waiting cell, to be transported to the women's prison. Will she really be cleared of this mess? Would that man keep his word?
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