Boss Mama by Ashon Thadon (books to read to improve english .TXT) 📖

brother telling her to smile her pearly whites and sit up straight like a proper woman. Charles told her to look and act more like a white southern lady would and maybe the jury would ease up on her thinking she was one of their own. Chardae could play that role and if her life was on the run, she would. Besides, Charles had added during one of his visits to the correctional facility she was stationed at, Chardae had killed a black man, an abusive black man. Those white jurors will feel safety knowing a dangerous monster was off the streets and not harming people anymore. So show those pearly whites and act like a scared little white girl that was only defending her friend because no one else would. The little frightened woman stood up to the abusive massive black giant and came out victorious.

Chardae took his advice and acted accordingly. Even now she was smiling but showing the jury that she was downtrodden with guilt and remorse but it had to be done because there was no other way. The madam foreperson looked at Chardae then at the paper she held in her hands.’

“In the case of Chardae Willows, pertaining to the charge of murder in the first degree, we the jury find the defendant not guilty.”

Chardae’s lawyer smiled a little. That was the big one. That meant Chardae wasn’t going to get life in prison. The rest Chardae and the lawyer could work out.

“For the charge of murder in the second degree, we the jury find the defendant not guilty.”

Now there was a little cheering coming from Chardae’s corner. Those were the toughest charges to beat. The judge banged the gavel to quiet the room and the jury foreperson continued.

“For the charge of manslaughter in the first degree, we the jury found the defendant guilty. And for the charge of possessing of unregistered firearm, we find the defendant guilty.”

Chardae heard the rest of the charges the lady foreperson recited then looked at her lawyer. She knew despite it all, she was going to jail. She felt her brother behind her on the benches.

“It’s going to be alright, sis,” Chardae heard him reassure her and that made her smile.

Chardae didn’t even hear the judge bang his gavel again and thank the jury for their time. The trial was over and Chardae was guilty of manslaughter. The thought now hit her. She was a murderer but for her friend. But it didn’t matter, she was at fault. But looking at her friend Janice on the bench in the back of the courtroom with her face still not completely heal. Janice would never be the pretty girl she grew up with because of some asshole. Chardae was glad Tyrel was dead and if truth be told, she was glad she pulled that trigger that day and she wouldn’t take that back. She would gladly gave her life for a true friend.

“I got you,” Chardae saw Janice mouthed to her.

“I always got you,” Chardae returned the sentiment.

Chardae’s conscious was clear. Now she just had to wait until sentencing and she could fully start this nightmare.

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Publication Date: 02-22-2014

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