First of all, thank you all for following along, I hope it doesn't disappoint
15th of March 2023
Parole Board Office, Durham
I looked at myself in the mirror. Not too bad really, considering the last thirteen years. The face was older and lined, the hair had started to do that graceful hint of grey around the temples that was slowly spreading backwards. But the eyes still showed a spark. And my old suit still fitted just fine. Benefits of a lot of free time to exercise, I guess. I was probably as fit as when I retired from playing football. I adjusted the tie one last time and turned to the guard, who had been watching my every move.
“Ok, I’m ready”
He nodded, opened the door and led me out of the bathroom towards the meeting room. The parole board would be waiting. My solicitor waited for me outside the room, briefcase in hand.
“How are you feeling, Chris?” he asked me.
“Not gonna lie, I’m nervous as hell. And I can only see this going badly. Despite what the system says, I was never a danger to the public in the first place. And I’m worried that maintaining my innocence is not going to go down too well with a group of people who want to see me show some sort of remorse for my alleged crimes” I replied.
“Leave that bit to me. You just go with what we agreed” he said, flashing a toothy grin as he opened the door for me. I couldn’t help but feel he was just happy for the paycheck. The guard followed us in and took up station near the door. You know, in case I decided to make a run for freedom from a parole hearing that was hopefully going to set me free…
The proceeding was mainly a rehashing of the facts of the original case. The assistant warden gave his assessment, declaring that I had been a well-behaved prisoner, despite aggression from other prisoners initially. He quoted from a report from the prison psychologist that suggested I was extremely unlikely to re-offend. Things seemed to be going in my favour until a wild-eyed man in his late thirties burst in. He was out of breath and perspiring.
“Sorry!” he blurted out. “I hope I am not too late. My cab was stuck in traffic. Had to run the final half-mile”. He was holding a piece of paper full of scribblings. The lady who’d been introduced at the start of proceedings as the victim coordinator stood and showed him a seat.
“Not at all, Mr Scott. Right on time, in fact. If you don’t mind, Mr Chair. Graham Scott, Evelyn’s brother would like to make a statement”
The chair nodded his assent. My heart dropped. Scott cleared his throat and began.
“I miss my sister. We’d drifted apart, as you do when you get older, but I still miss her. Thirteen years has done nothing to ease the ache I feel. Taken by an animal who had no regard for her or her life. He might protest his innocence, but most of us have seen, on live TV, what Chris Browne is capable of. What he can do when things don’t go his way. He snapped some young kid’s leg because he couldn’t bear getting beat. And I guess he did the same to Evelyn when she turned him away. And now I’m the only one left. My mother died not long after my sister, of a broken heart. My dad, always a worrier, succumbed to cancer after that. And now this monster wants to be set free? He’s responsible for three deaths, not just one. He should stay in a cage, where animals belong” The venom in his voice was clear for all to hear. He hated my guts. And frankly, I couldn’t even blame him.
“Mr Browne. I understand you have a statement of your own” said the chair, turning to me. I nodded in return and he invited me to read it out. I drew the piece of paper from my inside pocket and unfolded it before me. I smoothed it out with the palm of my hand and cleared my throat. I hesitated and looked up at the three-man board before me. They looked at me, expectantly.
I picked up the paper and scrunched it up into a ball. Then I turned to Mark Scott.
“Look, I had something prepared about how I’m no longer a risk to society and whatnot and it’s all legal crap” I said, focussing myself on him. “Maybe I deserve to be locked up. I’ve brought immeasurable grief upon your family. No apology is going to change that. Or bring Evelyn back. I miss her too, but I know that’s not the same.”
I took a deep breath. Steeling myself for another seven years in a box.
“I know I didn’t kill her, regardless of what the law says. I’ve made mistakes in my life, more than I care to remember. And I’ve always owned up to them. I copped to everything I’ve done. And I’ve paid the price for my transgressions. On the pitch and off. I’ve taken my punishments: suspensions, fines, whatever. I didn’t kill her, but I am responsible for her death. What happened to her happened because of me. Because of my involvement with her. And for that I am sorry. If spending the rest of my life behind bars would bring her back, then I would do that. Because it wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to be a nice person to a guy with more problems than days. If I could go back and change it all, I would. But I can’t. So this is the best I’ve got.”
I looked up at the ceiling. Perhaps overly dramatic given the circumstances, but it felt right.
“I’m sorry”