The Conqueror Of Cities!-Chapter 53 Dionis Takes The Blame, But Why?
53 Dionis Takes The Blame, But Why?
After an hour of tense proceedings in the courtroom, the judge seemed close to reaching a verdict, and it was becoming increasingly evident to everyone present that Eman was fucked. Just as Eman was about to break and confess, I found myself staring at the floor, desperately searching for a way to resolve the situation.
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and my eyes widened as a wide grin spread across my face. Without hesitation, I stood up from my seat and declared loudly, "I did it! I was the one who attacked Lenart and made him disabled as well as steal his money!!"
My parents' eyes widened in shock and despair, Lenart looking at me with despair as he knew he was manipulated and made a fool. The entire crowd looking at me in surprise and intrigue.
Eman looked at me, his face a mix of disbelief and tearful gratitude, while the judge wore an expression of stunned surprise.
"Come forward, Sir," the judge commanded.
I approached the front of the courtroom and took a seat beside Eman and his lawyer at the dock.
Looking at Eman's tired and teary face, I whispered, "Didn't I tell you I'd never fuck you over? I'm sacrificing my future for you." My words were only audible to Eman, and genuine tears welled up in his eyes.
Eman nodded tears falling from his face before turning to the judge and exclaimed, "You see! I didn't do it! I told you!"
"But that's impossible! There is concrete evidence pointing to your guilt," the judge retorted.
With a composed demeanor and a faint smile, I interrupted, "Your honor, I must confess, I am responsible. Ever since the day I ruined Lenart's life, every passing moment serves as a relentless reminder of that event." Glimpsing at my parents, their tearful expressions etched in my mind, I continued, "That's why I've been battling depression, Father, Mother. I lacked the courage to tell you."
Turning back to the judge, I earnestly implored, "In all honesty, I cannot explain my actions, but I beg you to relieve me of this unceasing guilt that weighs heavily upon me. I feel consumed by it, to the point where I contemplate ending my life for the terrible wrongdoing I've committed."
"You were the one whose footprints the police couldn't trace! Sigh, but even so, if you committed the act, there's no way to disprove Eman's involvement," the judge reasoned.
"Yes, that's correct. Let me explain," I began.
"Go on."
"I forced Eman to accompany me because I was too terrified to act alone. Unknowingly, he followed me to the forest road where I committed the crime. Overwhelmed with shock, he collapsed to his knees, crying and screaming, pulling at his hair out of sheer fright.
You might wonder why he didn't tell the truth to his parents or the authorities; well, it's because I threatened him with death.
Consequently, the police wrongfully accused Eman, and had I not threaten him, he would have been an accomplice. Unfortunately, Eman became another victim of my actions in a sense."
After delivering my fake confession speech, the judge and I engaged in lengthy discussions.
In the end I found myself facing charges and Eman was only punished with community work for 1 month, while in the other hand I was a different story.
Finally, the judge turned to me and said, "Mr. Dionis, your actions are reprehensible. You have shown remorse today, and that is commendable. However, that does not absolve you of your guilt. You have been charged with assault, robbery, and criminal threats. If you were over the age of 18, you would be sentenced to six years in prison. But, considering your age and the child protection law, you shall be sentenced to six months in the max security juvenile prison. You, Dionis Asani, are guilty." He slammed the hammer, signaling the end of the court proceedings. My plan had worked, but the consequences were real and looming.
I displayed remarkable adaptability and managed to mix a convincing reason for my depression, successfully conveying it to my parents since they still weren't sure why exactly. Moreover, I skillfully navigated through the court proceedings, adeptly lying that even fooled the judge, thanks to my apparent empathy and well-made lies.
The judged walked away while Eman rushed to me, overcome with emotions. "Dionis, thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, breathed up.
But I couldn't fully embrace his gratitude. "Don't talk to me now. I'll call you when I see fit. Goodbye," I replied coldly and quietly.
I left Eman behind and walked to my parents, who couldn't even look me in the eyes. Their faces were filled with disappointment and shock.
"D-Dionis, what have you done?!" my father asked, looking down at the floor.
I remained silent and began to make my way towards the exit. Along the way, I cast a mocking glance at Lenart and flipped him off.
"FUCK YOU! AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU! YOU'RE ALL JUST A BUNCH OF BITHCES!!" I screamed, first flipping off Lenart then just random people in the courtroom and police officers.
In response, Lenart lashed out with intense hatred, even falling out of his wheelchair in his anger. He tried to crawl towards me, tears streaming down his face and his eyes red with rage. He screamed, "You motherfucker!! You tricked me! You're pure evil! I'll make sure you pay for this, even if it's the last thing I do!!!"
I halted in my tracks and stared at him with a wicked demonic grin. "You were fooled by a 16 year old, fucking retard," I told him menacingly.
Finally, I exited the courthouse, with my parents trailing behind. My mother crying nonstop.
The entire car ride was awkward and quiet. My mother wept silently, while my father seemed lost in thought, struggling to come to terms with my actions.
Entering home, I was greeted by my brother disgusted stares. "You fucker, what the hell did you do?!" He blurted out.
"Nothing" I replied, avoiding eye contact, and quickly retreated to my room.
In just a week, I was due to head to the juvenile prison, and the prospect of spending an entire week with my family seemed unbearably long.
Throughout this criminal journey of mine, my actions had been purposeful. I lacked empathy, and every move I made was carefully calculated, allowing me to attain what I wanted. Although I had to make adjustments and compromises along the way, I had always succeeded in achieving my goals, and I was confident this time would be no different.
During that entire week, I remained aloof, not uttering a single word to my parents. My days were spent locked in my room, rarely coming out except for quick meals to satisfy my hunger before retreating back into my solitude.
As Friday morning broke, I leaped out of bed with anticipation and swiftly dressed, aware that I had a
couple of hours before my departure to the juvenile prison. There were some tasks I needed to attend to before heading out.
