A/N: Thanks guys so much for your reviews and suggestions! My writers block is gone (for now) and I'm gonna be using all of your ideas in this chapter..it might be long, but we'll see how it goes.
Previously on Time Stands Still :...I stood up and took my shirt off. We began kissing, touching, and finally...
We stopped. It pained me to do it, but I had to.
"Duke, we've gotta stop. You heard what the doctor said, no SEX! I don't want you back in the hospital in near worse condition than you were when you got home. For now, it's making out..and ONLY making out. Deal?"
"Deal sweetie. I don't wanna be in the hospital either. The whole 'sponge bath idea', however tempting it sounds...just creeps me out. I'll try to conceal my 'urges' the best I can. The only one I'm worried about is you," He said giggling as I smacked him on the arm. I can perfectly control my urges myself.
Soon after we stopped laughing, there was a knock on the door,
"Duke, sweetie. Are you guys awake? We've gotta go downtown in an hour. You've got to make your statement and talk to Justin," Marie said through the door.
"Alright mom, let us get changed first?"
"Sure, you kids take your time."
So, the two of us got up and went into Duke's ensuite. It was amazing to say the least. There was a stand up shower, with a hot tub in the centre of the room. Duke sat down on the stool and began fiddling with his brace. Once he got it off, he couldn't seem to handle the bandages that surrounded the incisions on his knee.
"Stop, stop, STOP. Before you pull out your stitches. You can't rip these off like a bandaid..however, I wish you could. Less painful."
"When did you have stitches? Drayton never made you get stitches, did he?" Duke said with grit and sadness in his voice.
"Yes and no. I got stitches for falling over the patio and scrapping my leg on the edge. Justin ripped them open during a practice when he 'accidently' caught my wound with his cleat. Therefore, he caused me more pain," I told him, not meeting his eyes. Once the bandage was off, he jumped into the shower while I fixed my hair and makeup in the mirror in the bedroom. Shortly after I was dressed, I heard the shower shut up, and 15 minutes later, Duke came out dressed and freshly bandaged.
We went downstairs and into the living room where we found Dukes parents, Andrew, Paul, Toby, and Sebastian.
"What are you guys doing here? You are aware that we've gotta go downtown right?" Duke questioned
"Oh yea, we've gotta go too. We never made our statements yet. So, we figured we'd pop over and see how you were doing." Andrew said
"I'm fine. Just wanna get this all done and over with. How's school been?"
"It's alright. Everyone's worried about you. Dinklage has gonna all godly. Making us pray before every practice to the 'soccer gods' for your safe return," Toby joked with and eye roll.
"Ha, that shoud be hilarious. Now, come on. We're gonna be late if we don't hurry up." I said as we all picked up our coats and headed out to the waiting cars. Duke and I sat in the back while his parents were in the front.
"Now, bud. Whatever you decide to do, we're behind you 100. As long as you're comfortable witthe the choice that you'll make, we understand," Darren told his son as he looked through the rear-view mirror at us.
"Yea dad. I think I'm gonna make the right one. Justin will never hurt us again."
After a quick ride, we came to a stop infront of the police station/jail. Duke, Marie, and I got out and proceded up the steps, while Darren found a place to park. Once we got in the doors, we were greeted by Detective Bradberry.
"Hey guys. Whenever you're ready to get started, we'll tell the guards to bring the prisioner into one of the interrogation rooms."
"Can we do this now and get it over with?" Duke asked, almost impatiently
"Sure," Bradberry said as he pulled out his walkie-talkie " Bring Drayton into room 4. Let me know when you get secured"
"Sure thing Detective." Was the reply that came out the other end.
"So, what did the doctor say? Any moe surgeries needed?" Bradberry asked
"Nope, no more surgeries as of yet. My knee and ankle feel a lot better. I should be back to playing soccer in a little while," Duke replied happily. That response seemed to me that he was feeling better about himself.
"That's great to hear. Melissa says feel better cause she misses you in history," Bradberry told him. Melissa Bradberry was one of the cheerleaders at Illyria. She wasn't the cheerleading type though, very smart. We got along great.
The prisioner is secured in room 4 sir. Bring them in when you're ready.
The door to room 4 opened. Mrs. Orsino stayed outside, while Duke and I went in. Justin was sitting on one of the metal chairs with an orange jumpsuit on. His lawyer was sitting on his left, and a guard was standing on his right. The Orsino's lawyer, Jonathan Taves, was sitting on the opposite side of the table, waiting for us to join him. Once we sat down, it all began.
"So, Mr. Orsino. Care to tell us what happened?" Bradberry asked
"Well, I was at a party with Viola and some friends. We were having a good time and doing nothing to Justin when all of a suden I felt a tap on the shoulder. When I turned to see who it was, I saw Justin and he swung a baseball bat towards my head. I can remember Viola screaming and then waking up on a streatcher. That's it. All I remember until I woke up in hospital."
"Ok, do you know why Mr. Drayton would attack you?"
'Umm...he was always going around saying that I had something of his that didn't belong to me. I'm guessing that it was Viola."
"Good. So, Miss Hastings. You wanted to bring forth another set of charges."
'Yes," I said tentatively. Duke reached down and grabbed my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "While we were dating, Justin would abuse me. Physicaly and mentaly. I have pictures and hospital documentation to back up my claims." That took a lot out of me.
"Well," said the detective, "Is there anything you want to say about this, Mr. Drayton?"
"Yes there is. Those two have ruined my life. It's Orsino's fault that I lost my girl to him. It's his own fault that I almost killed him. I was drunk, therefore am not responsible to my actions." Justin said with a sly smile on his lips.
"On the contrary, Mr. Drayton. What you did was attempted murder. Now, because of Miss Hastings's charges, your court date has been moved up a week. We'll see what the judge has to say about this. Guard, take him back to his cell."
"You kids did great. I'll keep in touch with your testifying dates." Mr. Taves said as he went to speak with Dukes parents.
"That parts over. Now we just gotta wait for the trial," Duke said.
"I know. It shouldn't be half as bad. Now, come on. Let's get you home," I gave him a soft peck on the lips as I got up and handed him his crutches. Now, it's a waiting game and it's all in the judges hands.
