In due time (Completed)

Chapter 46- Guilty

Kate

Tyler was right. The next couple of days had been very interesting. The day we got back to work, Maria was getting discharged. Every news channel gathered outside the main entrance with camera's and microphones in hand. Luckily for us the papz didn't know about the back entrance of the hospital. My mum had Maria and Edward use that as their exit. The next day, Tyler and I assumed that the media hype would die down and thanks to our ignorance, we were surrounded by abnoxious press as we made our way into the hospital. We didn't answer a single question and Tyler used his body to shield me through the crowd of hungry journalists.

It was now a week since Maria was shot and Susan's court appearance. Tyler and I had been asked by the ADA, who was handling the case, to testify under oath about our encounters with Susan. Saying that I was nervous was putting it lightly. The only other time in my life that I'd stepped foot in a court of law to testify was 6 years ago against the man that took our relationship for granted. This was an open and shut case which would probably be wrapped up by this afternoon, Tommorow at the latest. ADA Cassandra White assured us that she had enough evidence to put Susan away.

My mum granted Tyler and I a days leave. I think that over the course of the past 11, almost 12, months I've sufficiently abused my mother's position but this time it honestly was important. I had stayed over at Tyler's so that we could leave together for court. After one final look over at my attire- a black pencil skirt and a matching coat, a mink blouse finished off with black pencil heels, black framed glasses and my hair pin straight at my sides- I stepped out of the room to find Tyler in his kitchen chugging down a glass of water. He wore a plain black two piece suit and his hair was slightly shorter than the wavy mop that I was getting used to.

"You ready for this?" He asked while taking my hand.

I nodded and exhaled slowly. "Are you?" I rebutted.

"Does it even matter?" That was a rhetorical question obviously. We didn't have a choice in the matter today. All that mattered was putting Susan away and carrying on with our lives, finally.

The tension and anxiety in the car was loud and clear as Tyler drove mostly in silence to the court room, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh. If I thought that the press outside the hospital those days leading up to the trail was bad, the crowd gathered outside the court room was easily 3 times larger. As we did before, we pushed our way through them without a word while they shouted a laundry list of questions.

"Are you hoping for a life sentence?"

"What do you think drove Susan Evans to the extreme?"

"Is this revenge for the tragic death of her sister that happened almost 6 years ago?"

"Is she going to plead insanity?"

As soon as we made it past the row of cops holding back the papz from the entrance of the court room, one of their questions sent a shiver running down my spine.

"Tyler?"

"Hmm?"

"I thought you said that the media doesn't know about what really happened to Steph."

"They don't. My parents made sure of that. Public records has her death listed as the result of a gas leak in the car," he informs me.

"Aren't you worried that the truth might come out today? What if they ask you a question? You're under oath, Tyler." Worry seeps its way into my system.

"Susan's lawyer might try that, yes but I'm going to have to stick to the story. There's enough evidence to back it up. If they try it on you just go with that, okay?"