MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL by BILLY COY (top rated books of all time txt) 📖

not bothered. They were both in smiles.

“Tell the court and the jury what happened that night Mr. Chapman.”

“I was coming downstairs for drinking water, I had failed to sleep,” narrated Dean, “As I walked down the stairs I saw those two walk through the door with a clobber in the young brother’s hand. It’s what they had used to break into our house.”

“Are you certain it was that same clobber that they had used to breakdown the door’s locker?”

“Yes.” “Go on.”
“When they saw me, they right away came after me. I tried to get away
but they caught up with me and begun beating me up.”

“That will be all, your honor,” said the plaintiff’s lawyer, and he sat back in his seat.

“Mr. Chadway,” called the judge. The defendants’ lawyer got up, ready to fire Dean with his bulk of questions too.

“Mr. Chapman, will you be kind to tell the court and the jury the whole truth. Weren’t you on drugs during that time?”

All those in attendance mumbled.


“Objection your honor,” stood and screamed the plaintiff’s lawyer, “That’s not called for.”

“Objection overruled,” said the judge, “Mr. Chapman will you go ahead and answer the question.”

Dean looked at his mother, and then his eyes back to the defendant lawyer.

“It was peer pressure,” said Dean.

Waving his hands up in the air and so excited, the defendants’ lawyer walked towards the jury’s desk arguing. “Peer pressure you call it Mr. Chapman…”

“Objection your honor, I don’t think…” said the plaintiff’s lawyer. “Over ruled,” replied the judge.
The defendants’ lawyer continued, “It was certainly peer pressure
because you’re just fourteen. But you were on drugs, right?” With a furious expression on his face, Dean replied, “Yes!”
“Thank you your honor, that will be all,” said the defendants’ lawyer as
he sat back in his seat.

That day went by and day two in court saw the defendants’ young brother whom Dean had beaten at school take the stand. His lawyer questioned him first.

“Corey, are you sure it was Chapman who beat you up at school three weeks ago?”

“It was him.”

“And what started the fight?”


“It was just because I had gone on a date with Rebecca, a girl who had rejected him.”

Dean right away got up furiously in his defense, “That’s not true, and you know it too Corey!”

“Will you control your client counselor or he will be thrown out of this courtroom,” requested the judge.

Dean’s lawyer got up and sat him back down while whispering at him, “Dean, control your anger, it’s not helping our defense.” Dean sat back down with his lawyer but still looking bitterly at Corey.

Meanwhile, Corey’s brothers were all in smiles. “Go on counselor,” requested the judge.
“That will be all, your honor,” said the defendants’ lawyer and he sat back down.

Dean’s lawyer got right up. “Tell us Corey, are you just making up a story to cover your brother’s tracks or…”

“Objection, your honor,” The defendants’ lawyer stood up. “Overruled!” said the judge.
“No sir, that’s what really happened.”

“All right then, what about the frog in Chapman’s bag-pack?” asked the plaintiff’s lawyer. “Your best friend Jimmy testified to your principle in private that you had placed the frog in Chapman’s bag-pack when he had gone for a short call.”

At that moment Corey looked guilty and so nervous. His stutter and trembling plainly gave him away.


“I don’t know that sir,” Corey replied calmly. He looked so shocked and surprised: his eyes were widely open.

“No further questions your honor.” The plaintiff’s lawyer sat back in his seat.

“This court will reconvene in one week from now when more evidence against the accused is found and brought to court,” said the Judge, “For now this court stands adjourned.”

That one week of break from court was not good for Dean and his mother. At school Dean was mocked, provoked and teased by his peers about his mother being raped. But he did as his lawyer had instructed, to avoid damaging their defense; Dean was to refrain from physical fights or verbal exchange however much he was provoked. Though it was painful and hard for him to take, he always walked away from any provocation that came his way.

His mum on the other hand was a topic of pity or mockery wherever she went: at work, on the streets and even in shopping malls. It was getting to her so badly that she even suggested to Dean one night while having dinner that they forget all about the case and move somewhere else.

“We could drop the whole case thing and move to California and start a new life there…” said Dean’s mum.

Dean looked sorry for her but shook his head in disagreement.

She continued, “…instead of staying here and be treated like we’re to blame for what happened to us.” She broke down and started crying. Dean embraced and consoled her.

“It’s all going to be okay mother. We shall get justice and those two bastards will end up in jail.”


When the one week elapsed, it was court time again. Jimmy the elder brother of the two who had broken into Dean’s house was on stand. He looked composed and relaxed. He kept smiling and his whole body movement suggested no fright or worry whatsoever. His lawyer took him down the questioning first.

“Jimmy do you know these two people right here,” asked his lawyer while pointing at Dean and his mother.

“I’ve seen them before, yeah.”

“Can you tell us where you have seen Miss Johnson and his son before?”

“At charity fundraises at the city hall park, and we always cross paths at church too.”

“Do you ever exchange greetings?”

Jimmy looked at Dean’s mum while smiling, and he said, “Certainly, especially with Miss Johnson.”

Dean immediately stood up in protest, “That’s a lie!”

“Mr. Chapman, I won’t allow that in my court-room,” said the judge. His mum held on his hand and said, “Baby, it is okay.”
“Forgive me your honor!” said Dean, and he sat back down. “Proceed counselor,” requested the judge.
“Jimmy, tell the court, have you ever been at Miss Johnson’s house
before?”

“Not even close to the front yard.”


“So why do you think they’re mistaking you and your brother to be the ones who broke into their house?”

“That’s a question I have no answer either, all this got my brother and I so disturbed.” Jimmy faked sadness on his face while saying that; his face instantly turned from a relaxed smile to a miserable look. Dean looking at him with fury boiling inside him clenched his fists in silence.

The judge intervened, “Answer the question Mr. Maxwell.”

Jimmy hesitated, looking at the judge. The judge added, “Go right ahead
Mr. Maxwell.”

“Your honor I think in this case, given that these are just accusations,” said Jimmy’s lawyer, “I think that’s an answer enough from the defendant.”

“I don’t concur with you counselor,” said the judge, “Young man, will you answer the question rightly.”

“Miss Johnson and I have been having a secret love affair for two months now.”

“Oh my God…” Dean’s mother instantly burst out into tears.

Jimmy’s revelation right away stirred up the whole courtroom into a roar, mumbling and commotion. Dean got up at once with much fury and tried to attack Jimmy. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” But his lawyer and a court guard held him back. Jimmy stood up while smiling and he said to Dean, “You don’t believe it, why don’t you ask your mother.”

“I’ll kill you, you bastard!”

“Dean, he’s just trying to get the best of you,” said Dean’s lawyer, “Just ignore him.”


Dean’s mum ran out of the courtroom while crying profusely.

The Judge banged his hammer constantly. “Silence in the courtroom!” Then everybody kept quiet. The Judge continued angrily, “I’ll not have that kind of behavior in my courtroom. And to you Mr. Chapman, you’ll be thrown out of here if you can’t control your temper.”

Jimmy was by now standing beside his family and lawyer and they all looked so amused and pleased by the way things were unfolding in court.

“This court is in recess till further notice. Counselors, I want you both in my chambers right away.”

The judge walked out of the courtroom and the two opponent counselors followed suit too.

“Dean, go be with you mother. I’ll have everything back in control,” said
Dean’s lawyer as he walked away.

Dean walked out of the courtroom and looked for his mother. He couldn’t find her in the hallway or in the lobby, so he went straight out of the court building to their car, that’s where he found her.

She was seated in the back seat crying and the door was widely open. “Mum,” called Dean, he sat right next to her and embraced her.
“I can’t take this anymore Dean.”

“Don’t worry mum, Mr. Peterson will take care of everything.”

Dean’s mum pulled away from him and said, “Can’t you see where this is all going Dean. Those rich guys are trying to sink us further. It is better we realize that now and just get away from this town before they drown us.”


Dean looked convinced: he looked on in silence and he was lost for words. But after a short while of silence he said, “I don’t know mother, I no longer understand where we’re headed either.”

The Judge was so angry about the whole mess up in his courtroom that he gave the trial two weeks to commence, and he also cautioned both lawyers to control their clients or else they stood a chance of having their case thrown out of court.

Dean and his mother didn’t wait for the two weeks to pass, the night of the second day after that commotion in court they packed up their suitcases and stuff and left that town for California. It was a rainy and hazy night.


CHAPTER SEVEN BOB GATE


Can City, 2200 A.D, a widely and strong multiracial country that was the capital of the whole world; the most developed, with the most advanced technology and the most brilliant brains of all time, in all fields of human talent and capacity. It’s all round glamour, beauty and hi-tech setting made it a travel destination for all those who were the wealthy cream of the world. Compared to the Garden of Eden, Can City had it all in plenty: beautiful beaches, ever green pasture, splendid mountainous and hilly features, all kinds of animal species, a basically environmentally friendly country.

In spite of all that comfort and beauty Can City was not without a dark side to it, crime was high here, villains and champions all mingled for the highest power or upper-hand. Vampires and zombies crossed the path of the moon with vengeance towards human-kind