Love Don't Die: A Ryden Fanfic

Chapter Four

My weekend consisted of me being yelled at by aom district attorney. Jessica Hamilton was there too but she didn't yell at me. She spent most of her time on the phone talking to sir. And texting about 80mph.

The attorney was prepping me for what I should say and how I should answer questions in court. I honestly didn't get why anyone would have to cross examine me. I only had on thing to say. The Social Stabber or Ryan Ross, told me he killed and not just anyone could do it. I also had the back up of the police who were watching behind the one way mirror. He should be in prison for the rest of his life.

That way he would never be able to kiss me again. Its not that he was a bad kisser or that he'd hurt me. But he did scare the hell out of me. He also scarred the hell out of me. I kept dreaming of him.

Friday night it was a nightmare. I was trapped in the licked down police station and the social stabber was looking for me. Saturday it was a dream of our wedding. I was wearing the dress and he had on a suit with a matching hockey mask covering his face. Last night had gotten a little rated-R and I woke up blushing.

Now I had to go into the court room and face him. I had to point him out and tell a room full of people what he had said to me. I had to look him in the eyes and point the finger of blame at him. While knowing that I had a wet dream about him. That's just great. What if he got away and kisses me again? The thought send chills down my spine. Which I ignored.

I put on the clothes I normally wore for work. But this time I wore a red tie. It felt good to put a splash of color in my wardrobe. I made sure my hair looked decent and I was out the door. I was happy I didn't have to go to work today. Listening to the attorney call my boss was a dream. I wonder if there were any other cases I could be a witness to. If it meant missing work and still getting paid, I was down!

I pulled up to the courthouse right in time. In a cab of course because my car was down at the police station. I still hadn't written a report for that. As I walked up the tall steps I began to get nervous. Answer with conviction and without hesitation. That's what the attorney kept yelling.

"Urie! Thank god you're here on time." Jessica fixed my hair quickly with her hands and pulled me into the courtroom.

Ryan wasn't there yet. They must be getting him ready or something. So I sat down next to Jessica and the attorney on the front panel. The judge was already on her 'thrown' going through papers. Everyone else was just waiting.

"No matter what the other lawyer yellls at you, don't cry. It makes you look weak and unreliable." The attorney leaned over and whispered to me. Holy shit. What would they be saying to make me cry?

I looked to Jessica Hamilton for her input but she wasn't paying attention to us. Her eyes were trained on the suited man that just burst through the door. He rushed straight up to the judge without permission and whispered something to him. I watched as a look of pure horror crossed his face before he stood and hit his gravel to get everyone's attention.

"Due to unexpected events, court is canceled today."

Jessica Hamilton shot out if her seat when she heard that. "Excuse me your honor, but why? We have our case ready. The witness is present, the jurors have already-"

"He's gone, Ms. Hamilton. Ryan Ross has escaped."

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The ride home was extremely awkward. I'd rode with Jessica Hamilton because I didn't have a car. She explained to me that I still was a star witness and once they found the Social Stabber again, I'd be called into court. She sounded so sure they'd fine him. I in the other hand, wasn't so sure. But I kept that to myself.

She stopped in front of my house and when I got out she drove off without any goodbyes. Maybe she was just in a bad mood. I would be to if my police station let the Social Stabbing serial killer escape.

I unlocked my door and rushed upstairs to change. I had the while day left to binge watch HGTV reruns and I wasn't going to waste it. I out on some sweats and a T-shirt and rushed to the den. No work. Just me and the TV. I opened the door to then den and flicked on the lights.

I stumbled backwards when the room lit up. There, laying on my couch watching TV, was the Social Stabber himself. Sleeping.