I was in Maycomb County’s jail, the trial was going to be in a few days. I knew this was a dangerous place, Bob Ewell wants to hurt me, and I am conscious of that. All I want is get out of jail and be back home, with my wife and children. I am innocent, I was unfairly blamed for rapping, but I am in disadvantage, my skin color, I am black, and not anyone will trust me.
The night came, and I knew Atticus was worried about my safety. He was sitting outside the jail, alone in the deep, dark, and cold night, just to take care of me. I appreciate him very much, although his white, he defends me, and even protects me, no mattering how dangerous it is for him. He is called names because of taking my case, but he doesn’t care.
It was late at night, sitting on my bed, thinking about the trial… Will Atticus be able to prove them wrong? Will I be able to soon return back home with my loved ones? I was nervous, but this feeling just kept getting worst when I heard the engine of cars. Several thoughts passed through my head, I kept thinking they were going to hurt me or Atticus, or even both of us.
I was certain that anything good was going to happen, feeling powerless I started shaking and sweating. I knew my life was in danger, and even more so Atticus. If something happened to him, I’ll feel guilty. It was his decision coming to jail, but because he cared about me, if something happened, I’ll not be there to help him as he has helped me.
I heard the doors of the cars close as if they had been smacked. Followed by strong footsteps. I heard a lot of voices, they sound intimidating, but Atticus’ voice remained the same. He didn’t sound nervous at all, but that didn’t change the fact that the group of people who were talking with him could hurt him. I felt a little more relaxed when hearing that Atticus’ voice didn’t change. The conversation was going normally until I heard a new tone of voice, that definitely not sounded like full grown adults, it sounded like little kids’ voice. I am not sure who they were or what they were doing there.
The men told Atticus he had fifteen seconds to send his kids away, just then I realized Atticus’ children were also in danger. What will happen if he doesn’t send them away? I thought, shaking and sweating. I could hear a girl voice speaking, not sure of what she was saying, she talked too quietly for me to understand, I felt intrigued. Followed by the girl’s voice, a strong adult voice, I paid attention. I think they said to the little girl they were going to leave, but I had my doubts.
I let a few minutes go by, I heard the cars leaving, and proceed to call Mr.Underwood, asking how was Atticus and if the men had really gone. Mr. Underwood, told me that Atticus and the kids were fine, anyone got hurt and the bunch of men was gone. “We are all safe now,” said Mr. Underwood. I realized he was another white who supported me, he was ready with a shotgun in case anything serious happened.
I felt relieved, everyone was safe; is something would have happened, I would blame myself, and would have never forgiven me.