"Sir, its time for her to go to court, you may sit in the gallery while her sentencing takes place."
He nodded his head and got up, while began to talk away I could feel the warmth of his presence still lingering. I couldn't get over how much I loved him, oh god. I just admitted I loved him. I was most likely going to prison for the rest of my now worthless life that didn't really bother me as much as the fact I was going to see him walk away, maybe not now but soon. he's going to find someone beautiful and call her his. Even though we might never see eye to eye on anything anymore, or even see him at all. He will always no matter what have space in my heart. I guess this is my goodbye to him for good cause no matter how much he may mean to me. Me staying in touch with him because i want him in my life is selfish. He will find someone so much better. He's going to embrace her with more love than he ever showed me and that honestly frightened me.
It was time for my sentencing. I got up even though my entire body was strongly pulling me down because I was walking so slowly the guard grabbed me by my arms and pushed me out the door. This resulted in me falling which did not concern him at all. I got pulled back up and then I was thrown in the back of a police jeep with 3 other prisoners.
One was a large man who was clothed with head to toe tattoos, of arrows to snakes to guns you name it. The girl next to him had the build of a very small structure but that didn't stop her from giving me deathly looks of pure hatred. The last prisoner was a girl I was put next to. From the way she tilted away from everyone else and use her hair as some kind of shield it was clear she was not used to this hostile environment. She has pastel pink hair and pale skin. Before anyone could begin a lasting conversation the jeep came to a vicious halt. We were all pulled off one by one and escorted to different courtrooms.
I met eyes with my lawyer who gestured me to sit on the table facing the judge. on my way there I was met with several judgmental eyes but one caught my attention.
"Mmm..mom," I said as tears immediately welled up in my eyes. She looked at me and then looked down with just utter disappointment. She was thin, pale and the only thing close to a smile was worn out smile lines from before I left. It was clear me leaving impacted her the most and I will carry that regret in my heart forever.
When I sat down, my lawyer looked at me and then got up.
"your honor my client is only in this situation because she was forced to be in it. She was clearly using self-defense in a non-physical form to get out of a difficult situation, that is why I'd like to call her to the stand" he said confidently.
I got up and walked to the stand. The DA's cocky and proud lawyer walked up to me and cleared his voice.
"so, how did you find out he was allegedly this assassin who tried to kill you?" he asked in a way that clearly was mocking me and my claims.
"I grew up to look out for these things, the gun in his belt, the random encounters, the fixation on just me,"I replied.
He laughed and said "So you're saying, you knew he had killed others and decided to take the matter in your own hands" Before I could reply he followed the question with: "Remember miss, you're under oath, wouldn't wanna add perjury among the various other charges against you"
My lawyer got up immediately "OBJECTION, badgering the witness, your honor"
The judge agreed and withdrew the question. I scanned the gallery and I couldn't see Dawson. I needed him more than ever right now. Just like that, the doors blew open and he stood there.
But he looked completely different. His once loving eyes were not vengeful and at first glance just like the rest of the court, I thought it was just the worry of a loved one being charged with murder. But it wasn't.
He walked up to the front right near the witness box I was in and put his shaking hands in his pockets. He focused his attention on the gun that he was holding, a self-loading Ruger point 22 model K10/22PPF. It was a low-velocity weapon, less deadly than some he might have chosen but never the less, it could do the job. Before the police and everyone else could do anything he pulled the trigger.
The bullet spat out of his hand, red in the darkness. It hit me right in the chest, propelling me backward in an awkward cartwheel. I could hear screams and my name being yelled violently but it was all muffled and blurred. All I wanted to do was close my eyes.
And I did.
