Chapel's P.O.V
"All rise for the honorable Judge Hawthorn."
I stood, flattening my skirt as I did. I was shaking. I was told that if I testified against Dylan Greene I would be rewarded over a hundred million dollars. my breath quickened as I sat down to my seat.
Dylan sat on the front row, tears plaguing his eyes. I felt bad for him, yes he held me a gunpoint but he hadn't been rude, almost nice. he had lost his brother and that was something nobody should have to do through.
"Your honor this case Dylan Watson against the state of New York. thief, armed robbery, and possession of drugs with the intent to sell."
"Call up your first witness." the prosecutor straightened his jacket and stood.
"I call Dylan Watson to the witness stand."
Dylan shuffled up the stairs and I wondered how he could be remotely bad.
"Mr. Watson were you in that bank on April, 27?"
"Yes."
"Doing what exactly?"
"Robbing it."
"No further questions." the prosecutor say down with a smug smile. his name was Steven Dawn AKA "Not One You Want to Mess With". his daddy was a lawyer and his mother was a doctor. he came from the most prestigious family in all of New York. they made more money in a few seconds then the whole world in a year. he once defended a man who had been caught on tape killing someone and got him off. he was good.
"Mr. Watson, why did you want to rob the bank?"
He shrugged, "don't know. bored."
The defense attorney swallowed hard. "your honor, this bank has been recored for over five hundred scandals, resulting in over one hundred billion dollars being stolen. No further questions."
He sat down and fiddled with his hand. Dawn approached the witness stand.
"What was the drugs for?"
"They weren't drugs."
"I'll correct myself, all we found was needles. what were they for?"
"My brother was diabetic."
Dawn laughed and placed his hands in his pockets. "you mean Jay Watson? the one who died?"
"Yes."
"No further questions."
Dawn sat with another smug look and the defense attorney stood up.
"Your honor, Jay Watson. has been reported as a type 3 diabetic. I call Megan Greene to the stand."
I walked up. I placed my hand on the bible and did the swear. Dylan now sat with his head in his hands.
I approaches the bench.
Dawn approached me with a smile. "Ms. Greene, I want you to remember you are under oath."
"Yes sir."
"Describe the events of April 27."
"It was a quiet day, until the robbery."
Dylan looked up and a smile twitched at the corners of his lips. his lips, so pink and plush....he was quite handsome. blonde hair, green eyes, and a built body.
"And were you at all held at gun point?"
I was under oath and lying could get me jail time.
I swallowed, "yes I was."
