She is a bully. Damn. Why didn't I go and be nice to her instead of arousing her curiosity. I don't know what this doctor wants from me, but I didn't like the way she was looking at me. For once, she didn't look at me like everyone else does reading the file, which is the look of criminal. No, she didn't look at me like I am a criminal. That bothered me even more. Why?

I cant deny the physical attraction. Well, since I didn't have a woman like in 3 years, I think it is pretty understandable. But even if I was a free man, I would have found her extremely attractive. Beautiful. Ah, I could paint her. Yes, if I were not here, I would paint her. She is so damned beautiful for her own good. And foolish to come to a place like this where the hardest of the hardest criminals are kept.

But what bothered me is her strong will power. She is very authoritative. For a beautiful face, her character is quite firm. I had to laugh at my own thoughts. What am I even thinking? I have to find a way to keep her out of my way for at least a week after which I know my sentence will be given. I can rest after that. It is sad my life has come to this, but I am who I am.

Even when seated in the lobby waiting for her to call me, I can still feel a slight fear in me. No one manage to pin down anything on what I have said before and everyone believed what I said. But this woman is different. I ought to be careful. And I cant let the person matters to me the most get hurt because I was careless.

"Steve, doctor is ready for you" Officer Harry called me. As soon as we entered the room, he took the cuffs off. Today she is wearing the same black cloak with a dark green headscarf. I felt like my breath stop coming when I saw her. As soon after Officer Harry left I did the biggest mistake in my entire existence.

"Why the hell are you dressed like that in a place like this? Do you have a rape wish or something? This is a place with harden criminals, not a place to parade your beauty" damn. Damn. Damn. What is wrong with me? Why did I just say that? I don't care if she got raped or murdered. Damn. Damn. And what pissed me off was she smiled, a radiating smile. A smile which can light up a mans heart, soothe his pain and forget his problems. And I hate that feeling.

"Well, lets get you out from here and then I will show you how I dress when I want to parade my beauty" she said still keeping that smile in her face.

"There is more to this beauty? No, I'll pass. There is so much a man can take" I said and without me knowing I had a small smile in my face. Wow, to smile in 3 years feels good. And she chuckled.

"How are you today Steve?" she asked me so kindly.

"Good. Just another day doctor. Not that we inmates have anything excited lined up for us to look forward to each day. It is just another day" I told her the truth.

"Why do you fight my help? Your verdict is in a week time. You know my recommendation and suggestions can make a huge difference"

"The crime I have committed doesn't deserve any leniency or forgiveness doctor. Just let me go in peace" I told her. I saw frustration cross her face.

"Tell me about you. And please tell me the truth. I read your file. I am not happy with the content of it"

"Doc listen to me carefully. You don't want to do this. I am diagnosed as schizophrenic and I murdered 3 people cold blooded. Give me any damn medication which I will take without a complain and just let me go"

She stood up from her seat and start phasing up and down the small room. I can see she is troubled by something. For the first time I came here, I wished I wasn't here. How nice it would be to be with a woman like her? I felt like kissing her. And that made me even more angry at her.

"I went to a school in down town, Bradford School. Laila Greens was in the same school. We schooled for 10 years" she told me and that almost knocked me down. What the hell? This isn't happening. It took me sometime to compose myself.

"I don't care doc. I really don't. I am here because I killed 3 men. And I deserve whatever in store for me" I told her.

"Did you really kill them?" she asked me and I lost whatever the little restrain I had. I stood up, went to her grab her hand. She winced at the force but didn't scream or call for help.

"Listen to me, you interfering bitch. Don't try to toy with me. I told you I killed 3 men and that is what I did. If you don't believe me, then it is your problem. Not mine. Just leave me alone and give your charity to someone who is asking"

"You are hurting me" she said finally.

"Well, I don't care. Just stay out of my life" I told her with so much anger.

She looked directly as me in the eyes. I didn't see fear in them but concern. She held my eyes for sometime and then smiled. What the hell?

"This bad guy stunt doesn't suit you Steve. I hate to inform you I am experienced in hardcore crime and criminals. Now you can stop hurting me before someone walks in" I hate this bitch.

"Bitch" I said with so much disgust letting her go.

"Sarah. I am Sarah. I am not a bitch. Maybe that's the kind of women you use to know before knowing Laila was one of them, but I can assure you I am not" she said smiling and going to her seat and pointed me to sit down. Why cant this day end?

"What makes you happy Steve? Don't be bitter about me, but tell me what makes you really happy"

Wow, someone really want to know what makes me happy. Is this the first time someone ever asked me that question? I don't want to tell her. But painting makes me happy. It makes me very happy.

"Steve" she again used that voice which could melt a mans heart.

"Painting" I blurted out. I am starting to hate that radiant smile she give me every time I fall in to her damn charms.

"And can I see your paintings?" she asked me.

"I don't have any to show you" I told her.

"Why is that??"

"Because I don't paint. Sarah, just leave it" I don't like her inquisitive nature.

"Steve, I am going to contact the attorney general office. There is so much in your case which is not making sense and I am surprised no one managed to look in to this before. I will ask them to reopen the case, and postpone verdict until all aspects of the case is covered. The doctor who diagnosed you as Schizophrenic should be the first to start the questioning from. Until I am satisfied with the assessment, the verdict will be delayed"

It took me sometime to digest what she said. I stared at her and I know right now what I feel is fear. This is not happening.

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My doubts were confirmed. Laila has dated Steve but got married to his employer. Steve is hiding something. When Laila involved, anything is possible. And when Steve choose to hide something, then there is more to the story.

And when I told him I am going to get involved, the look in his eyes were pure terror. Why is he wanting the verdict which is the capital punishment and doesn't want my help?

Why is he so eager to meet his doom than give it a try to live? I will have to speak to the officers who had filed the case and I need to speak to his attorney as well. Steve is not helping himself. If he cant help himself, well, like it or not, I will.

"You have no idea what you are getting in to. Listen to me doctor"

"Call me Sarah" I told him. What the hell?

"Listen to me doctor" he emphasize the word doctor and continued "there is nothing you can do. The people I killed are powerful people. More powerful than your connections. They can buy this attorney general you speak of a million time over. Save yourself and mine from further trouble. Let me be"

"Let's fine out if it worth the trouble. Now can we? You verdict is Next Wednesday. I have work to do before that. And Steve, if you help me to help you, thing will be easy for me. Otherwise, I have to do it all by myself" I told him.

"Go to hell Sarah" he said. I like when he say my name. What the hell is wrong with me? Damn. This place is clear a place where personalities change.

"Not before I get to the bottom of this Steve" and I smiled at him. He looked at me blankly. And then I asked Officer Harry to take him to his cell. I have work to do.