Cato: A Short Story
Cato leaned further back into his chair, the faux leather covering said chair groaned in retaliation at the movement. His glasses gleamed as if an lightbulb had glowed in front them, his thoughts halted as an idea for his current case had just transpired in his head. His sharp smirk at the idea looked deadly. He would win this case now. He walked back into the courtroom ready to win
"Is it true that you claim to have been touched inappropriately by this man?" Cato questioned the clearly drug addicted woman. Her hands shook in fury and nodded her head, before further confirming her claim.
"Yes." The woman said unfaltering in her movements. Cato's glasses glinted ever so mockingly at the woman's statement. Pushing his glasses up, he looked …show more content…
For not only accusing a man who isn't even attracted to your gender, but accusing him without any evidence besides faint bruises on your legs. Which do not have any evidence of my client touching you." The woman spat in his face, Cato simply wiped the spit off his face and the judge called the case to order and called the woman to be locked in a cell for her abuse of Cato. The other lawyer tried to make an appeal for his client, but her actions made the mans words fall on deaf ears. Cato smirked as the glass from his glasses dug into his palm more, he knew he had won the case. Quickly and smoothly. Suddenly the woman broke free from the officers grasp, Cato panicked as she ran towards him with hells fury. His hand tightened around the shard that was in his hand, was now in the woman's stomach. She choked a sob and fell to the ground in pain. He backed away in slow breathes at the damage that had been done. He could hear the sirens as he stared into the palm of his hand with the glass shard covered blood staring back him in shame. Soon he was taken to the hospital for his …show more content…
He had made an appointment but they were full till the next week so he had to wait to get them fixed. He had placed tape around the bridge of his glasses. Though weak and broken, he put them on. He vision focused where the fragments of the lenses remained. He walked to his bathroom, where a mirror waited for him. Looking at his untidy reflection, the cracked and broken spectacles ridiculed him. Looking at his distorted reflection longer, he hated himself. Breaking off a piece of his glasses, he looked at the blurred fragment. Running his finger over the the side of the sharp shard, it stung his finger. Like thorns from roses. He firmly held the shard, and slid it across his wrist. He leant against the tiled wall. He slid down it till he hit the floor, and started relaxing into the tiled walls cold embrace. He held the shard to his chest and looked to his blurred red
"Is it true that you claim to have been touched inappropriately by this man?" Cato questioned the clearly drug addicted woman. Her hands shook in fury and nodded her head, before further confirming her claim.
"Yes." The woman said unfaltering in her movements. Cato's glasses glinted ever so mockingly at the woman's statement. Pushing his glasses up, he looked …show more content…
For not only accusing a man who isn't even attracted to your gender, but accusing him without any evidence besides faint bruises on your legs. Which do not have any evidence of my client touching you." The woman spat in his face, Cato simply wiped the spit off his face and the judge called the case to order and called the woman to be locked in a cell for her abuse of Cato. The other lawyer tried to make an appeal for his client, but her actions made the mans words fall on deaf ears. Cato smirked as the glass from his glasses dug into his palm more, he knew he had won the case. Quickly and smoothly. Suddenly the woman broke free from the officers grasp, Cato panicked as she ran towards him with hells fury. His hand tightened around the shard that was in his hand, was now in the woman's stomach. She choked a sob and fell to the ground in pain. He backed away in slow breathes at the damage that had been done. He could hear the sirens as he stared into the palm of his hand with the glass shard covered blood staring back him in shame. Soon he was taken to the hospital for his …show more content…
He had made an appointment but they were full till the next week so he had to wait to get them fixed. He had placed tape around the bridge of his glasses. Though weak and broken, he put them on. He vision focused where the fragments of the lenses remained. He walked to his bathroom, where a mirror waited for him. Looking at his untidy reflection, the cracked and broken spectacles ridiculed him. Looking at his distorted reflection longer, he hated himself. Breaking off a piece of his glasses, he looked at the blurred fragment. Running his finger over the the side of the sharp shard, it stung his finger. Like thorns from roses. He firmly held the shard, and slid it across his wrist. He leant against the tiled wall. He slid down it till he hit the floor, and started relaxing into the tiled walls cold embrace. He held the shard to his chest and looked to his blurred red