affair II ; jack gilinsky

twenty-six

savannah's pov

one month later...

i stood in the large mirror, adding the finishing touches of mascara to my lashes and smoothed down my outfit.

it's the day of jack's trial, and i've been avoiding any sort of conversation about this day for over a week. but now that it's finally here, my overflow of anxiety feels like it about to explode any minute now.

i never expected things to get this far. max told me that he wouldn't press charges, but then a week later, he suddenly changed his mind and i caught the police walking out of his hospital room.

i tied my long hair up into a high ponytail, as the stress of today was making me feel really lightheaded. i lightly fanned myself as i sat down on my bed and began fixing on the straps of my heels.

"are you ready to go?" andrea appeared in the doorway of my room and asked.

my little sister was scheduled to come down to visit months ago, but she happened to come at perfect timing since i really needed her company and comfort right now.

i nodded my head to respond, then stood back up once my shoes were on. i stared at my reflection, examining my outfit to knock out my anxious thoughts, before i glanced at my bedside.

my throat quickly dried up as i stared at the picture of jack and i sat in a frame.

"i-i don't think i can do this, andrea" i confessed, continuing to look at the photo. "i can't face him".

she came closer and placed her hand on my shoulder, "hey, i'll be right by your side, savannah. you'll feel better knowing that you went than regretting that you didn't".

i took a deep breathe, listening to her words then nodded my head to agree.

the sooner i get this done, the better.

once we arrived at the court house, andrea pulled on the handle to open the large, wooden doors, where the trail was being held.

we walked over to the public gallery to take our seats behind johnson and sammy, who also flew in from la after they heard what happened.

i briefly scanned the room and saw max sat at the prosecutor table - his arm was still held in a cast and he was talking away to his attorney.

after the charges were pressed, i never really felt as comfortable being around him anymore, so i've only really been seeing him to make sure that he gets better.

max suddenly held his conversation and looked at me with a smile. i lightly smiled back, tucking my hair behind my ear as i tried to hide the fact that i was shaking with nerves right now.

a female judge soon entered the room, before an officer announced for everyone to rise for her. we did as told until the same door opened again and two officers came in with jack in between them.

he was dressed in an orange jumpsuit with his hands cuffed in front of him, his hair messy and stubble growing across his face.

my throat instantly dried up again as they sat jack down by his attorney, on the desk near max.

once the officers stood back, he glanced around the room before his eyes settled on me. i could barely breathe as he stared at me with an expression that i could hardly read.

i haven't seen him in almost a month.

after our break up, he came back to our place to collect more of his things, but we didn't even speak a word to one another through the entire process.