I woke up the next morning still on the ground now it was really damp and muggy so I went inside and changed my clothes because I was all wet. I sat down and turned on the really old tv that was in my living room and turned on the news. Sure enough they already had a full on man hunt looking for me. Luckily my camp was a little more than one hundred miles from the prison. Just to be safe I didn’t …show more content…
I was having troubles sleeping at night though because every night I was thinking about laying in bed next to my wife again and saying goodnight to my kids. I couldn’t take it anymore so I grabbed my keys got i’m my car and headed to the city to see my family. I knew if I just got the chance to see them and see that they were doing ok I would be able to sleep at night. When I got there I went up to the door and knocked on it. Seconds later my daughter answered the door and looked at me like I was a ghost, she got terrified so I grabbed her and gave her a hug she began to cry on my …show more content…
John looked over at his family and for the first time in what felt like forever they believed him and weren 't scared of him any more. The trial went on for hours nobody knowing which way the trial was going to go. John finally looked at the family of the victim and they looked really angry that I was on trial again. He did everything he could to not look at them because he didn’t want to make the wrong face at them and make people think he did do it so he only looked at his wife for the rest of the trial. The jury went into the back room for the recess judging if John should be guilty or not. They were back in the room for what felt like ages. Finally they came out of the room and stayed silent. They gave the slip of paper to the judge and the judge read the paper.
“The jury finds the defendant not guilty on the charge of murder” said the judge. John sighed in relief and looked at his family and smiled. His wife started to cry of joy. The courtroom began to get really loud not sure if they made the right decision or not. “You murdering son of a bitch!” said a voice from the already loud