Chapter 29:1
-Helpless
-On Both Accounts
She was late. Fifty heads turned to watch as she jogged down the main
aisle of the courtroom.
There were two new station camera's recording in the back, primped up
blonds stood facing them with microphones in hand.
“Miss. Dumont,” the judge in the front of the room said, “Pleased you could
make it.”
Jamie silently sat at the empty table to the left of the podium, Tammy
would have been there with her. At the other table was Richards lawyer,
Jamie's mom, and two doctors.
At Jamie's table there was empty space and false hope.
“Miss Dumont, do you have a lawyer?” the judge asked.
“Uh...no,” Jamie answered in a wavering voice. Twelve eyes scrutinized her
from another corner of the room, some were scratching down notes. Just
below the podium where the Judge sat was a man typing furiously.
“Do you understand that we can hire one for you?”
“Yes, I understand, but no thank you,” Jamie's voice grew stronger, while
on the inside she was breaking down, falling apart, dying slowly.
The Judge sighed, looking at Richard's lawyer as she did so, “Mr. Ortega,
your opening statement please,” she said.
Mr. Ortega stepped forward to the front of the room with an odd smile on
his face. A smile of victory.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
The room went silent, all except for the man banging at the keys of his
typewriter.
Ching. A new piece of paper.
“Those of you who knew Richard,” Mr. Ortega began, “knew that he was an
honorable man. A good father, a loving husband.” A look was spared for
Jamie's mom.
“But yet he lies in a hospital, as we speak, trapped in a coma because of
Jamie Dumont. His very own daughter.”
The world gasped. Jamie could hear them, sitting in front of their television
set's with their families reliving the horrors of teenage murder.
“Jamie claims 'not guilty'! For what? For sending her father to the hospital!
She claims she didn't do it, well there is indisputable evidence that she
pushed him over the banister, she wanted to cause him harm, she is
responsible for her actions! Jamie Dumont is guilty.”
Mr. Ortega straightened out his suit, thanked the audience and went back
to his seat. Judge Vogel looked to Jamie next.
“Miss Dumont, would you please give your opening statement.”
Ortega jumped up, “Your Honor!” he exclaimed, slamming a hand down on
the desk, “you can't ask the guilty to give an honest recount!”
“Mr. Ortega, take your seat,” Judge Vogel said sternly, “this is my court and
I decide who will do what, Miss Dumont is under oath of honesty.”
Ortega sat down, his face was beet red and matched his tie, down to the
swirling black pattern.
“Miss Dumont,” Judge Vogel motioned toward the front of the room.
Jamie stood up, her legs as useless as shivering toothpicks.
Lights shone in her face, hiding the audience, the room fell dead silent as
they waited anxiously for her words.
“Uh...” Jamie stuttered, her words as quiet as a pin drop, and just as
legally useful. “As I'm sure you all know, I plead not guilty,” and eloquent
start, still quiet, still useless. Somebody in the audience stifled laughter.
Jamie shut her eyes tight, willing herself to disappear, to explode, anything
to get away.
“But it's not because I didn't do it, I admit full responsibility for my
mistake. It's because I didn't intend to bring harm to him, I meant to get
him off of me. Self-defense.”
Ortega smiled, something wasn't right, Jamie could tell.
“Uh...That's all.”
Jamie took her seat alone at her table. There were no papers, no evidence,
not like on the other side. Multiple witnesses, a stack of papers and
evidence enough to prove the judge guilty.
In a court like this, Jamie had no clue, no legal mind, no hope now.
Here, she was helpless.
The room was still dead silent, Jamie dropped her eyes, refusing to look
away from the wrinkled material of her pants.
A snicker, silenced in the background, a million hearts shattered, one life
going down quickly, with no way back up.
“You're saying that you are responsible for Mr. Dumont's injury's?” Ortega
called out.
“Mr. Ortega-”
“Your Honor, I was asking a question.”
Judge Vogel sighed, “continue,” she said with a wave of her hand.
“Jamie, the answer,” Ortega prompted.
“Yes. I am responsible for his injury's, just as much as he is for mine.”
“What has he done to you? Do you have proof?”
“Not anymore,” Jamie said.
“So that's a no on proof. Is there anybody who can second your
accusations?”
“Yes,” Jamie said, “my mother.”
Ortega laughed, “Miss, your moms the reason you're in court.”
“What?”
“Mr. Ortega, please,” Judge Vogel tried to cut in for the first time.
“She told the cops that you did it on purpose. She has your voice, on tape,
admitting that you wanted to cause harm to your father.”
“I never said anything like that!” Jamie said.
“Well, your not the one with the evidence.”
Three loud bangs, and the room was silenced, except for the ever clicking
typewriter.
“Please!” Judge Vogel said. “Now is not the time. This is a trial, not a
debate.”
The typewrite was silent for the first time.
“Unfortunately,” Judge Vogel began, looking at Jamie, “you aren't allowed
to take any witnesses to the stand. Mr. Ortega, however, may.”
Ortega smiled again, and went up to the front of the room. Jamie's hands
shook, and she pushed them hard onto the desk until they turned white,
the blood leaving them.
“My first witness I will call up to the stand,” Ortega said, in a loud
authoritative voice, “is Richard Dumont.”
Once again, a thick silence coated the room, heads turned, all looking for
any sign of a miraculously healed man come to testify against his
daughter. Nobody came, whispers flooded the room as they all realized
what Ortega had just done.
Judge Vogel slammed her gavel against the table, silencing the room once
more.
“Mr. Dumont is in the hospital, and unable to be here Mr. Ortega,” she said.
There was another victory smile from Ortega, one that reached up to his
eyes, embedded itself into his every deep wrinkle.
“My point exactly.”
