by Nicety
“Lexi, I have a really bad feeling about this. I didn’t like the way that jury was looking at you during cross-examinations. I think that DA has it out for you, as well, and they are on his side…” she paused, staring me in my eyes as she caressed my cheek gently, “…I can’t lose you again. I’d die first.”
“Jasmine, I think you’re just paranoid.”
“Am I? Or were you scared as shit when you got off the stand last week?”
She had a point. I wasn’t exactly confident when I left the stand and the jurors eyed me like they were gutting a fish. But, I was trying to remain positive and listen to my lawyer. I had played everything cool and done everything I was supposed to do during the trial, but the evidence could only point to me.
I had to give it to that dead jerk-off; he definitely set up a good set up. His cop skills afforded him the knowhow. But, as a woman of my word, I wanted to start living my life righteously and fleeing the country wasn’t going to do that.
“Jasmine, I love you, but I think we need to…” I huffed and paused staring off into the sky as another plane took off.
“Yes, baby. I know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t blame you. It was just a stupid suggestion. Who knows, you may be right about them acquitting you on all charges.” She lowered her head as if she was about to cry. “God is probably going to bless you with that.”
“He probably is. But, I’m not sure that I want to take that chance.” I turned to her parading a grin from ear to ear.
“Oh, my God! Really? Can we go, really?” Her face lit up like a carnival at night.
“Where do you want to go, baby?”
“Let’s go to Paris. I really, really want to go to Paris,” she shined. “It’s the city of love after all.”
“Okay, that sounds like our plan then. Let’s do it,” I smiled.
Jasmine showered me with kisses before she pulled back into traffic and made a left towards the main airport entrance. She tucked our cell phones in the glove compartment as we drove. There was no need for anyone to get in touch with us where we were going.
I was impressed by her spontaneity, though. She was willing to do any and everything for me even if that meant putting her life on the line. My down ass bitch, but she was always much more than that to me. It was at that point that I decided; I wouldn’t mind calling her my wife.
She needed me just as much as I needed her, and it felt good to no longer deny it. I couldn’t wait to take flight and start a brand new life with her in a country where no one knew our names. And, if we never came back to the states to face my charges, as long as I had her by my side, I didn’t need nobody else.
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