Work Before Play

Ms. O'Dear

"Lydia. It's time." Mark was dressed in his clean suit. I heaved out a sigh as I finished straightening my hair. Grabbing my suit jacket, I walked to the car with him.

I was quiet and so was Mark on the drive to the courthouse. The trial had come in time. I had been so happy getting past my scar and insecurities, I had forgot the trial date.

Needlessly, to say I was relieved when Mark said he would never leave my side at the courthouse. Sadly, Bob was busy with his full time youtube career, he couldn't be my lawyer and his personal conflicts seemed too invested with us, which is understandable. Luckily, because the fan had no leg to stand on, I didn't need to hire one. I let the State do their work.

I sat down next to my lawyer in front of the judge's seat while Mark sat right behind me in the spectating benches. Even the air felt stale in the cold courtroom.

The door screeched loudly, the court room fell silent. The first thing I heard was the cling of handcuffs followed by the soft cuddle of feet.

Her blonde hair was disheveled. And she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. But the moment she found Mark in the courtroom, her eyes lit up. Her entire demeanor changed, she went to tuck a lock her hair behind her ear. Her smile dropped and turned into a glare when her eyes found mine.

Everyone seated themselves and rose for the judge's entry. I went up to put my hand on the Bible and vow the truth to this case. As did she.

"Okay, we are here for a dispute over assault of Lydia Greenbriar."

I was sent to the stand to give my account. My stomach sank when I saw her lawyer would be the first one to question me.

"Ms. Greenbriar, did you or did you not tell my client you were not dating Mr. Fischbach?"

What does this have to do with anything? "I told her I was not dating Mark. Then she lashed out and took other knife." He held up his hand to stop me.

"Well, on your account and her account, both of you said that you stated me -Fischbach and you  not dating. It appeared as if you two are now dating and apparently back then. You lied to my client."

"Mark wanted to keep our relationship a secret for a reason, Sir. As you can tell by the scar on my abdomen from a knife, Sir. Whether or not I lied to your client does not give her rights to attack me and attempt to kill me-"

I was cut off by the judge. "Okay, thank you, Ms. Greenbriar. You may leave the stand now."

I went to go sit back behind the safety of the desk with my lawyer. My breath felt shortened and I felt lightheaded. All of the memories of pain flooded back to me. I just wanted it to be over.

Her lawyer spoke up. "Ms. O'Dear to the stand please." The sound of metal clinking together followed after that. O'Dear, that was the woman's last name. I realized then, I never bothered to remember my attacker's name.

"Ms. O'Dear, why were you at the convention that day?" The lawyer asked.

"To see Markiplier and give him some gifts I made." She looked directly at Mark as she spoke.

"What were these gifts?"

"A Tiny Box Tim plushie I hand sewed."

"So you obviously took time on these gifts?"

"Yes, I threw away three before finishing the one I took to the convention. They had to be perfect." She trailed off at that statement. The way she was eye fucking Mark, who was right behind me, had me feeling so uncomfortable. So I decided to put her in her place subtly.

I raised my hand to brush a lock of my hair behind my ear on the side Mark was sitting by. Luckily, my engagement ring was just polished and cleaned to the sparkle was extremely vivid today.

I maintained eye contact with her, just in time to see her eyes widen in realization. Her eyes changed from shock to a glare as I played with the ring on my hand, just twisting it back and forth.

Finally, she had enough., she shot out of her seat, standing up. She pointed directly at me.

"How dare you, you bitch! He is mine! You don't deserve him forever! He and I were meant to be! You just had to get in the way!" She seethed at me. She began to step down and stalk her way across the courtroom towards me.

Mark jumped the gate that was between us and stood in front of me, protecting me from whatever she may attempt to do to me.

The police that brought her in immediately took action by cutting her off and grabbing her by each arm. She fought them the entire time yelling, cursing, and spitting at me until they led her out.

Before she left the room she yelled one last thing. "I will end you. I will ruin you like you did Mark and I's future, you bitch!"

The judge stared in shock as the doors closed behind the cops and the crazy woman. "I think this trial is over today. Ms. Greenbriar, if you do not wish to stay for more of the trial, I will allow it." The judge said, giving me an out to prevent anymore outbursts from Ms. O'Dear.

"Thank you sir. I believe my fiancé and I will not be coming in the future due to safety concerns. But I wish to add a restraining order against her as well. I do not trust that woman." I thanked him politely.

"Okay. We will reconvene next Monday. Court dismissed." He announced the the courtroom.

Mark and I talked to the judge, my lawyer and her lawyer about adding the restraining order. Judging by her lawyer's blatant disinterest, he was not expecting to win this case, he just wanted it over. He agreed to all terms that my lawyer and the judge saw fit.

"I will see if my client will take the plea deal of 10-15 years with mandatory psychiatric therapy and the restraining order that activated when she is released." Her lawyer said wantonly.

Afterwards, Mark and I rushed out the courtroom to the parking lot. "I just want to go home, Mark."

"I know Honey. I want to be far away from her too. Gosh just the way she was looking at me.." Mark shoot his head in disgust.

Through all of today's events, I was exhausted. I soon found myself nodding off while I stared out the window. I reached for Mark's hand to hold before allowing sleep to claim me. The feeling of my hand in his, made me feel somewhat safer, as if it would allow my sleep to be untroubled by nightmares.