Guilty (Camila/You)

Chapter 2

The day of the trial

Your POV

After taking the oath to promise to tell the truth, I hesitatingly sat down on the witness stand. Williams walked over to me and gave me a small reassuring smile. "Ms. Y/L/N, you've claimed that you didn't commit the murder and was just passing by when the killing happened. Can you tell us about what happened that night after you left the club?"

"Yes, I can. That night... after that thing with Daniel--"

"Can you be more specific about that? What do you mean with 'that thing' with Mr. Romero?" he interrupted.

"We got into a small argument because he was... uh..." I glanced over at Camila and saw her staring at me with glossy eyes, it kinda looked like tears were threatening to fall out of them. I gulped a little and tried to finish whatever I was saying, "He was trying to... he... His hands were all over.. the other defendant of this case, she looked uncomfortable with it, so I spoke up about it. That led into a small argument... that was what I meant with 'that thing'."

"Alright, please continue."

"After that, I stormed out of the place and just walked around the streets. I don't know how much time has passed by, but I suddenly realized I left my phone at that club, so I went back to grab it."

"That's when you saw Ms. Cabello and Mr. Romero, right?"

"Yeah... I couldn't find my phone, so I just left again. And just when I walked past the alley behind that club, I saw Cabello sitting on the ground next to someone who's lying down. From the sights of it, it didn't look good, so I approached them... That's when I saw her clutching onto this bloodied rock and that there was a pool of blood coming out of the back of his head."

"Here it says that there were multiple fingerprints on that said rock. One of them is indeed of Ms. Cabello's, but your handprints are also on them. How can you explain that?"

"She looked really uncalm and I don't know what she might do, so I took that rock away from her. Just in case she's gonna do something unexpectedly."

"But why didn't you immediately call the police?"

"Because she begged me not to... I know that's stupid of me, but at that moment, she just looked so vulnerable and... broken. I just couldn't..." I mumbled out hopelessly. Just by being in the same room as Camila brings me back to that night. She was so... It was a sight that broke my heart. Tears were streaming down her face, her hair was a complete mess, her lipstick was smeared and... she clutched onto me as she begged for me to not call the cops. I remember exactly how her voice was cracking and how she was on the edge of breaking down. 

My eyes slowly wandered over to Camila, who was sitting her defendant box that's right across this witness stand. The first tear rolled down her cheek, but she was quick to wipe it away before anyone could notice it. 

"Alright, thank you Ms. Y/L/N," Williams said with a small nod. He then turned to the judge, "I'm done with asking questions, your honor."

"Does the prosecutor wish to cross-examine the defendant?" the judge called out.

The said man took a bow, said 'Yes, your honor' and walked his way over to me. "Ms. Y/L/N... good day. You and Mr. Romero knew each other. How did you get to know him?"

"Through mutual friends and parties."

"Were you two friends? How did you think of him as a person?"

"I... he wasn't my favorite person around," I said instead, because saying that I hated him wouldn't help my situation at all, on the second thought.