Fatal Attractions

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I almost cried.

I almost broke down, then and there, in front of everyone, and bawled my little eyes out.

My eyes locked with his as he was led up to the stand, completely speechless.

After weeks of worrying he was dead, there he was, alive and well as far as I knew, right in front of me ready to testify. I had to pinch myself because I was worried I was dreaming, I was worried I would wake up and Jason would tell me he was shot in the face by Hypothermia and I was going to jail. I was worried I would wake up and he had left me, ran away from Comet to find a better life with someone who wouldn't screw him over. But I wasn't dreaming, he was here and he was ok and I couldn't be happier.

But I was also angry, because if he was ok, why didn't he call me?

Why did they let him go? How wasn't he being taken to the hospital right now? Why wasn't he in the hospital right now?

I glanced down at his hands first, preparing myself to see nine fingers and one stump wrapped in a careless bandage, but I was surprised to find all of his ten fingers. If there was a god right now, I was thanking it.

But then again, this could be exactly what Blake wanted.

He could massacre this whole room including Logan right in front of me, and I wouldn't be able to do anything. One finger meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, it just proved how I crumbled at the slightest notion of him being hurt.

I must have gray hairs for all that I worried. I never used to worry this much.

"Mr. Pierce," Jason started. "What are your relations with the defendant?"

It didn't look like Logan could hear because he was just staring at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief and probably debilitating relief.

It felt so good to have someone I trusted testifying for me. With him and Jason on my side, there was no way we wouldn't win this interrogation. Then again, for all I knew Logan could be pressured by Blake to give a false (or true, depending on what way you look at it) testimony. He could be threatening him just like he threatened me and my whole case might as well be garbage.

"Mr. Pierce?" Jason repeated.

"Uh," He tore his eyes from mine. "What was the question?"

"What are your relations with the defendant?"

"Sexual. I mean," He chuckles nervously. "Uh, we're very good friends."

Jason looked back at me but I wasn't really paying him much attention.

"What were you doing the day of January twenty eighth?" He asked. "Please don't leave out any details."

"Uh," He swallowed, focusing on the question. "I woke up, made coffee, did some work on my computer, Madisyn came home, we... uh... yeah," I probably would've been laughing at how nervous he was if his testimony wasn't so crucial to the case. "Then she left, went to get groceries, and she didn't come back. Next thing I know, her face is on the news."

"You said she came home, have you been living together long?"

"Well I used to live with her maybe a month ago, then I got my own apartment, now we're living together again."

"I see. Mr. Pierce, could you tell the jury what you were doing the night of December second?"

"I was at home watching TV with Madisyn and her friend Aubrey."

"On the night in question, Voltage was spotted at 80 Durston Ave. So if you say that Ms. Sharpe was with you, then she couldn't have been on Durston Ave. Can anyone else support this statement?"