Tragic Magic (Ronnie Radke Love Story) [Book 2-sequel to The Drug In Me]

34. Court-5

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He was calling Ronnie to the stand?

W-what? N-no, what was He planning? What was He planning?!!
I don't know exactly what He was planning, but I knew that it was going to be horrible.

I looked over to see Ronnie sitting there, shocked. He had worn a button up shirt and suit jacket, and normal black skinny jeans. He looked good, but I still wish he hadn't stood up and started to walk over. H-he couldn't possibly have to testify! It, it wasn't fair, right? H-he could say no. He could, couldn't he?

God damn it, what the fuck?!!

Ronnie stood up and made his way to the aisle, walking up to the gate. A security guard met him there and unlocked the door for him, and then I was led away from the stand and Ronnie was led towards it.

"N-no!" I yelped, pulling away from the security guard. He grabbed my arm but I slipped out of his grasp and ran to Ronnie, and he held out his arms and let me jump into them. "R-Ronnie, you don't have to do this, t-they can't make you!" I begged, holding onto him tightly as the security guards started pulling us away.

"Ms. Mathews, please!" Winston ordered, and the security guard ripped me from Ronnie's arms.

"N-no, please no" I pleaded, clasping my hands together and looking to Winston in desperation. But he didn't relieve me.

Once I had been 'escorted' back to my seat, Ronnie stepped up to the stand and got sworn in. Mr. Cryle was slinking around like a slimy little snake, sneaking up and analyzing his prey before spitting his venom out to paralyze them so he could strike and kill.

I hated him. I really did.

I clutched the scarf in my hands and buried my nose in it, taking deep breaths. I was hyperventilating, and Mr. Cryle wasn't helping with his silent staring. What was he waiting for? Couldn't he just start already? Lets get this over with!

Ronnie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away from Mr. Cryle's persistent stare.

"There it is. The uncomfortableness of being challenged by men. The inferiority feeling that leads a man to project their self-anger and general anger on to a less-threatening object/thing--a girl" Mr. Cryle said, and my stomach dropped.

He was going to try and pin it all on Ronnie, wasn't he? This was His plan, all along?!! Of course! How could I not have seen this? I was so busy worrying about myself, I hadn't opened my eyes and realized that of course He would go after someone else, pin the blame on someone else.

"You have pictures of Ms. Mathews bruised up. She definitely looked like she was being beaten, but it was not by my client" Mr. Cryle said, pacing a little, dropping his voice and letting the silence suffocate us all. He sure was a dramatic story teller....

My heart was quivering, my breathing was rapid, and my lungs were strained. What exactly was coming?

"Mr. Radke, is it true that your ex-girlfriend filed a complaint about you?" Mr. Cryle asked, and Ronnie's jaw clenched. He knew what this was leading up to...and so did I.

He was going to try and pin it all on Ronnie. I wouldn't let Him! I-I wouldn't!

"Yes." Ronnie said curtly, and Mr. Cryle smirked. He opened his mouth to spill more toxicity, saying "And isn't it true that you were arrested because of a domestic dispute with her?"