July 2, 1934, Harlem New York City...
The day was cold and wet as rain drops fell from the sky. Sasha continued to brush her hair as her eyes begged for more sleep. She persisted to brush her hair and ignore the need to rest. It had been two months since that awful night and the haunty memories still appear like the experience just happen.
Sasha knew that she had to go through the meeting with the litenent at the police station. Mama promised her that everything will be alright. Sasha got up from where she was sitting and went to select a pair of shoes when there was knock on her door.
"Come in."
Mama opened the bedroom door and stepped inside to eye Sasha. Mama came over and gave Sasha a huge hug.
"It will be fine child, you'll see. I have someone you should meet. Hurry up and come downstairs to the den..ok now?"
Sasha nodded.
Meanwhile at the police station.
"Are you sure you have all the evidence against this girl or what Rick?" Thomas asked in a mean low voice to his partner.
Rick angrily stared at Thomas and was about to answer his partner with their superior approached them with four other officers.
"Rick and Thomas I need you two both in the conference room before we talk to Sasha Wells this afternoon."
The two detectives followed the other men towards the conference room in silence.
In the meantime, at Mama's Place...
"Thank you for taking my case, Mr. Johnson. I really have been haunted by this whole ordeal. But I have to tell you that it was an accident. I was only protecting myself."
"Start from the beginning, Sasha." Mr. Johnson said as he started to pull out a pad. He was white man from up town New York and knew Mama for a long time and a good friend of the family. His tailored suit and manicured nails gave an impression of coming from a well to do family and a prosperous law firm.
"He was trying to rape me so in rush as I struggled to get him off of me -- I felled and knocked over a table with a vase of daffodils and his jacket on top, in which, a gun fell out. By this time he ripped the top of my dress and tried to punch me when I kicked him in the knee and reached for the gun. I ... I had no choice."
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