Playing With Fire || d.h

60. Just a mix

A/N: okay holy shit I was so happy when I got my first 10k reads after 50 parts but now it's 60 parts and that's more than doubled?? Like what?? I'm gonna make this chapter hella long I guess as like a celebration sort of thing(my usual chapters are around 3,000 words, this one's about 6,000)! Okay I'm done but thanks so much I love you okay now back to the story.
Also I'm writing this dialog very unprofessionally because like what tf is court like idk but this was better than trying to make it sound formal only to make it confusing so enjoy.

I'm aware that Matthew is talking, however, his words are muffled from the anxiety filling my ears. I know it's kinda super important for me to be paying attention at the moment, but that seems impossible.

Before I know it, Dodie's tapping me on the shoulder, and I realize I've been called to the stand. I walk on a cloud of disassociation up to the wide chair, nearly tripping over my own feet that I can't feel any more.

"So, how did you meet PJ?" A man which I'm guessing is his lawyer asks me, bringing me back to my senses. I'm incredibly close to asking what the hell this has to do with the case, when I catch Matthews eye.

"He was a mutual friend of two of my friends."

"And when did you start dating?"

"We hooked up at a party," I answer bluntly. He gives me a weird look, but I knew honestly was the best route for this.

It feels like a billion years before he actually starts asking me about the reason we're here. "So, how exactly did PJ...abduct you?" The way he uses such a condescending tone makes me want to punch him square in the nose, but I'm able to hold myself back.

"He broke into my boyfriends apartment, and threatened the both of us with a knife. He and Dan fought for a bit, before he got me in a headlock. I eventually let him take me, as I didn't want either Dan or I to get hurt."

"But your boyfriend, Dan, was about to fight him?" I nod. "But you told him not to?" I nod again. "So, in a sense, you let him take you?" I hesitate for a second, before nodding again silently.

He claps his hands together, a snide grin on his face. "So, in a sense, he really didn't kidnap you, after all?"

"He had me at knifepoint!" I shout, not being able to hold back. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Well, it seems like if you really wanted to, you could've fought back."

"And get either me or my boyfriend killed?" My face is burning, anger pulsing from me. I hear the judge call something out, but I can't hear him due to the rage pounding in my ears. It must be something against the lawyer, as he rolls his eyes annoyingly.

"What did you do once you arrived at PJ's apartment?"

This is the part that had been keeping me up at night. I look down as I reply monotonously, "He made me strip down to make sure I didn't have my phone or anything on me."

"And then what?"

"He went to bed, and I slept on the couch."

"That's it?"

"That's all I remember," I finish, finally looking up at him, making sure he can see the hatred in my eyes.

The rest of the day goes about the same way, except I've somehow completely numbed it out, not really remembering much detail. After I had been questioned, Dodie had been brought to the stand, and probably did a much better job than me.

However, when PJ had finally gone up, something happened that I'll probably never forget.

"So, how does the story play out in your perspective?" Matthew asks, holding his chin in his hand as he faces PJ. PJ turns to me, a wicked grin on his face that makes my breath catch in my throat.