Her Sweet Betrayal (11 page)

“Stephan and I were going through a rough patch. I met Melvin at the post office and it started as innocent flirting every time I went there. And one day we exchanged numbers and started texting. It never went past sending text messages.”

“So how long did these innocent messages last?”

“Two months.”

“Why did it end?”

“Because Stephan found out and I didn’t want to lose the man I had for the next.”

“Were you and Stephan having problems before the incident?”

“Yes.”

“Elaborate.”

“He had become a distant lover. He was always too busy for me. When I confronted him about it, he advised me that he couldn’t run a successful business by punching a clock for me.”

“Could this not be rape but your way repaying Stephan?”

“OBJECTION!”

“Withdrawal…No further questions.”

“No further questions,” Nutella said briefly standing up and sitting back down.

“Counsel do you have any more witness?”

“No,” Nutella responded.

“We will stop here and court will resume tomorrow,” Judge Brown said as she slammed her gavel down.

Waiting until it was deemed safe for me to walk out, I noticed Nutella was quiet.

“How did we do,” I asked as we were escorted out the building.

“You did okay, but before we return to court tomorrow we need to meet in my office. If you plan to win I need to know all your secrets that can be used against you,” she said before walking away.

I could tell that she was pissed at us but some secrets are best kept.

“Let’s go home,” my mother said putting her arm around my shoulders.

Stephan

The first day of the trial went great, so Seymour said.

Tina and Honey had damaged their creditability.

Speaking of Honey she was looking amazing in that brown and cream fitted suit, and those heels really made her ass pop. Little did she know, she had my dick on rock. 

“Lights out!” yelled a guard walking past my cell.

Closing my eyes I dream of the day I would get to taste sweet Honey.

Waking up the next day I was given a nasty breakfast of cold eggs and grits.

Once I finished my breakfast I took a hot shower, brushed my teeth and got dress. Today is the day that Seymour gets to call some witnesses to the stand.

Two hours after getting dressed, I was seated in the courtroom as Seymour called Brent Michaels to the stand.

Honey looked as if she was going to faint when Brent walked into the courtroom.

“Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you GOD?”

“I do,” Brent said.

“Please state your name for the record.”

“My name is Brent Jai Michaels.”

“Brent, do you know that young lady sitting over there?” Seymour asked him pointing at Honey.

“Yes I do.”

“How do you know her?”

“We talked for a little while.”

“Were you two ever intimate?”

“Yes we were.”

“How many times were you two intimate?”

“We only had sex one time.”

“Why just once son, was she bad in bed?”

“Hell nah, her pussy was the truth,”
I thought as I turned to check her out.

Today she was wearing black slacks and one of Prince’s white ruffled shirts.

“No she’s amazing in the bedroom. I really liked her and wanted to treat her like lady.”

“Liked?”

“Yes.”

“Liked as in the past tense like?”

“Yes, you see after having sex with her, it dawned on me that she was an opportunist.”

“Explain.”

“You see I’m a well-known athlete with very high expectations. I’m looking to become the number one draft pick. Honey came on to me at a party that she almost got me locked up for.”

“What happened?”

“I went to a party with my homeboy and he brought his little sister and her friend Honey. Honey got drunk and I drove her home, but of course her grandparents overreacted about her being in my clothes.”

“Why was she in your clothes,” Seymour asked grabbing his notepad.

“Because she threw up all over herself before passing out drunk.”

“Did Honey know of your high expectations?”

“Yes she did. Her grandfather advised her the very next day and that’s when the friendship began.”

“No further questions your honor.”

If Seymour keeps doing like he’s doing I know I’m going to be home free sooner than later.

Now it’s that bitch Nutella’s turn to examine Brent.

“No questions your honor,” she said causing me to wonder what’s up her sleeve.

“Call your next witness.”

“I call Derrick Vance to the stand.”

I watched as the man that put me behind bars walked past me.

“Please state your name for the record.”

“My name is Derrick Tyson Vance.”

“Mr. Vance how long had you known Stephan, Tommy and Robert?”

“I have known them all for five years.”

“How often do you guys have meet up to play poker?”

“Once a month for the last two years,” he replied keeping his eyes trained on Honey and Honey alone.

“Did you get together on other occasions or just to play poker?”

“No we would watch the games together at the bar down the main.”

“So it’s safe to say that you know well enough to know what’s in his character or not?”

“Yes.”

“Would you say that him raping a young girl, and not just any girl his stepdaughter is out of character?”

“Yes I would.”

“So you would say that he was acting like a crazy man that day.”

“I would say that he was acting out of character, but to say he was acting like a crazy, no.”

“According to the police report on the day of the arrest, you told officers that they were acting like crazy people?”

“Yes they were…”

“No further questions,” Seymour said sitting down.

“Derrick, do you think those three men over there are indeed crazy?” Nutella asked walking towards the stand.

I was happy that she did so because it gave me perfect view of Honey.

“I think they’re crazy because they got caught.”

“OBJECTION.”

“Withdrawal,” she simply said.

“According to the police report you left your watch at the home, why did you  leave before the other men?”

“Because Stephan went upstairs to address Honey for her attire and didn’t come back, so out of respect I left.”

“You said he went to address Honey about her attire, how do you know that? Did he say that before leaving the room?”

“I used that he was going to address her because she came downstairs in an oversized t-shirt. And no all he said was I’ll be right back.”

“You’ve been friends with Tommy, Robert and Stephan for five years. Been coming around the family for five years; that makes you family. By the way, when you learned what had happened to your family member, how did it make you feel?”

“My emotions were all over the place. I was mad, sad, disappointed, embarrassed and more importantly confused.”

“Confused?”

“Yes how could someone do this to a child and not just any child, but a child you loved?”

“That’s a good question, maybe I’ll get to ask Stephan that later today…No further questions.”

“No further questions,” Seymour said while looking at his paperwork.

“Counselor do you have any more witnesses?”

“I want to be put on the stand,” I whispered to him.

“Your honor, can we have a brief recess so that I may speak to my clients in peace?”

“Recess granted…court will adjourn in five minutes.”

Once the courtroom was emptied, he turned to us and began to talk.

“I don’t think it’s a smart idea for any of you to take the stand. Nutella is out for blood…”

“I’m taking the stand and riddle me this, why hasn’t the video been played yet?”

“Because we were waiting for the perfect time to play it.”

“Put me on the stand and I’ll give you your perfect timing. You just ask all the right questions.”

“You are enjoying jail aren’t you? Listen to me you little spoiled punk. My job is to get you out of jail, not keep you in there…”

“Last I checked you were getting paid to do whatever my family asks of you, and right now I’m asking to take the stand,” I calmly responded.

“It’s your funeral,” he said right before everyone else walked back into the courtroom.

“Mr. Bowie do you have any more witnesses?”

“I call Stephan Harris to the stand.”

Right after my name left his lips, I heard nothing but gasps throughout the courtroom. Standing up with a sly smirk on my face I approached the stand and was seated.

“Do you swear to speak the truth and nothing but the truth so help you GOD?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true that you have been warned that you do not have to take the stand today?”

“Yes.”

“Even after been warned against taking the stand, why did you do so?”

“Because it gives the jury a chance to see the case through my eyes.”

“What about self-incrimination?”

“I believe that the jury already has their minds made up, and if I’m going to go down for something, then I want to go down with a fight. I do know and understand the 5
th
amendment.”

“How well do you Honey Bee Jones?”

“Well,” I responded.

“How do you know her?”

“I’m her stepfather,” I replied licking my lips.

“Do you know why you are here today?”

“I’m here because I’m being accused of harsh crime that I didn’t commit.”

“And what crime is that?”

“Criminal Sexual Conduct with a Minor,” I answered keeping eye contact with him.

“Do you remember what happened on July 18, 2012?”

“How could I forget it was a very eventful day?”

“Elaborate.”

“On July 17, 2012 Tina and I walked in on Honey having sex with Brent. I was furious with Tina about her method of handling the situation. We exchanged some nasty words, and I left for the evening. The next morning I was awaken to hundreds of text messages and missed calls. I got up and took a shower. During my shower I was so filled with emotions about the previous day events, that I punch the wall. Trust me I would never make the mistake again, because I broke my knuckles. I spent most of that morning in the hospital until it was time to have a meeting with Brent and his mother, which turned out to be a disaster because the two mothers were acting like children.  Immediately after the Michaels departure, Tina left stating she needed a break. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and that’s all I remember.”

“Are you telling me that you don’t remember anything after opening the door for your friends?”

“No I don’t, I just remember opening the door and getting put into the back of a police cruiser.”

“Let me refresh your memory…Admit Robert Mills’ cellphone into evidence.”

Now I haven’t seen the video of this so call rape, so I’m getting excited.

“Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury and members in attendance, this video is very graphic and I do apologize. However it must be presented so justice may be served,” Seymour said as he pressed play on the video.

What you’re about to read is content from the video not the actual characters speaking at this time.

“STOP….YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Honey screamed as Stephan continued to pound her from behind as Tommy held her in position.

“SHUT UP BITCH AND TAKE THIS DICK!” Stephan yelled slapping her on the ass.

“Hey how about some double penetration action!” Robert aka Bull yelled from behind the camera.

Tommy gives him the thumbs up before positioning himself underneath Honey.

Stephan pulled out of her vagina and rammed his dick into her ass.

“AWWWWWWWWWW!” Honey cried out as Stephan kept pounding into her asshole as Tommy lay below her pumping into her vagina.

They stayed in this position until Honey passed out.

“Damn this bitch got some good pussy,” Tommy said as he rolled from underneath her and came on her face.

Stephan pulled out and came on her ass before standing up and wiping blood off his dick.

Bull handed it Tommy the camera and rolled Honey over on her back then slammed his dick into her obviously swollen vagina. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he continued to pump furiously into her.

What you’re about to read is not part of the video, but what is actually taking place, but through Stephan’s eyes.

“YOU MONSTERS!!!” Honey screamed pulling my attention from the video.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!!” she screamed as her mother tried to console her.

Just then it was like all hell broke loose in there.

There were juror’s vomiting on the floor, some had actually walked out of the courtroom.

And I sat there as one tear ran down my face like Denzel in Glory.

I couldn’t believe that I was capable of doing such a horrible thing.

“Order in the court! Order in the court,” Judge Brown demanded, which was said in vain because the circus continued as Honey was escorted out of the courtroom.

Once the courtroom was half emptied, court was dismissed until tomorrow.

I walked off the stand and sat back down beside Seymour Bowie.

“I’ll take the insanity plea,” I said as my mother walked out the courtroom.

********************

Waking up I was pulled into a conference with my father and Seymour.

“I went to Nutella seeking an insanity plea upon request and she denied it. She states that the only way she will consider it is if she got to cross-examine you…”

“So what does that leave me?”

“After you’re showered and fed, you will need to be prepared to go to be questioned by Nutella Splenda in court,” father answered before walking out the room.

“Where’s my mother,” I asked Seymour, as he was closing the door behind my father.

“She didn’t want anything to do with you after seeing the video. See you in an hour,” he said opening the door and closing it.