Friday: June 3, 2011 12:00 P. M.
"Are you okay?" Randy asks as I change into a dress to wear to court.
"Yeah. I'll be fine." I say.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, babe. I'm sure."
Randy puts his shirt on. "Okay."
"I'm so ready to be done with this."
"Me too." Randy pulls me into a kiss.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too." I whisper back.
"You ready to go?"
My phone starts ringing. "Give me a second."
I answer the phone.
Me: "Hello?"
Chelle: "Hey the friends and I just wanted to wish you luck with your court case today."
Me: "Thank you."
I hear some talking that I can't understand.
Chelle: "And Ted wants to know when you're going to be back."
Me: "We're hoping by tomorrow at noon. Randy's gonna book a flight later from here to Saint Louis."
Chelle: "Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
Me: "Bye."
I hang up. "We can go now, Randy."
Randy and I sit with Samantha at the courthouse waiting for our court case to be called.
"You sure you're gonna be okay?" Randy whispers.
"I'm positive." I whisper back.
"Okay…"
"Randy, I'm sure."
"Rissa, I'm just worried."
"Randy, I can handle it."
"Rissa, I know."
"Randy, stop worrying about me then."
"Rissa, stop trying to make me not worry."
"No."
"Yes."
"Bitch, why don't you listen to me?"
"Cause I don't want to."
I walked into the courtroom with Randy and Samantha. We sat down as Tommy and Sheryl enter.
The judge looks at us all as Tommy and Sheryl sit down.
"Mr. Dawson," the judge says quietly, "I understand that you do not believe you should face charges for the hit and run still."
Tommy stands up. "That's right, lady! I don't need to face charges for shit! It was not my fault! This bitch just wants my money!"
"And I thought I had anger management issues…" Randy mutters.
I slightly smirked at Randy's comment. "Same."
The judge stands up. "Mr. Dawson, sit your ass down! Don't disrespect me in my courtroom!"
"Whatever." Tommy mutters as Sheryl has him sit down.
"Now, Mr. Dawson, you are still being charged with a hit and run, but we also have enough evidence to charge you with driving under the influence. Your now ex wife has made it clear to the authorities that you had been drinking the night of the hit and run and did come home drunk."
"That is not enough evidence for shit!"
"We also have footage of you leaving the bar about twenty minutes before the hit and run, and you were definitely drunk. So, Mr. Dawson, you cannot avoid the charges."
"That is bullshit! You just want my money! Just like this Orton bitch over there! Though she probably thinks that she needs it! You cannot charge me! I-"
The judge raises her hand to silence him. "Mrs. Orton, I believe you were also injured in the hit and run incident. Am I correct?"
I smile. "Yes, your honor. I spent the night in the hospital, and it was a sprain."
"So there was a hospital bill to be paid?"
"Yes, your honor."
"And car rental damages?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Anything else you would like to say before Mr. Dawson is told what he has to do and his charges?"
"Yes, your honor. Mr. Dawson, I don't think I need any shit that you have. You've made it clear that you are a worker at a gun shop, and you don't make much supposedly. You are now divorced and have a little girl. And you think I understand what your life is like because you think I am a woman who thinks she needs your money because she doesn't have much because she's a woman so she cannot make that much. Especially not as much as you. Well…Mr. Dawson, the only thing we have in common is having little girls. You see I don't need your money or think that I do. But I just got married a month ago. I work for a multi-million dollar corporation. I make a shit ton of money actually and could easily afford to pay for the car damages and hospital bills. I pressed charges because you couldn't take responsibility enough to even stop to make sure you didn't kill me or anything. That's why."
The judge smiles as Randy firmly puts his arm around me. "Mr. Dawson, you are facing a fine of $17,500 between both felonies because of this being your fourth DUI, at least two years in prison, a driver's license suspension of eight years, ineligibility for a restricted license, and a mandatory forfeit of your vehicle. Meeting adjourned."
Tommy quickly gets in my face. "You bitch! You ruined me! You ruined my life! You…"
He swings at me, but I block him. Randy looks at Tommy in pure anger. Tommy looks at Randy and swings at him. I nail Tommy with a punch right to his jaw.
"Did I mention that the multi-million dollar corporation I work for is the WWE, World Wrestling Entertainment?" I say.
Tommy gets dragged away in handcuffs by the police.
Randy opens the hotel room door for me. "You really swung on that asshole."
"Well…" I say. "He had it coming."
"I know. I almost swung on him."
"I understand why. I'm just so happy it's over."
"Me too."
My phone starts ringing. I answer it.
Me: "Hello?"
Chelle: "Hey. How'd it go with the court meeting?"
Me: "It's all done and over with."
Chelle: "Really? That's good. What did he get charged with?"
Me: "Hit and run and a DUI. He has a fine of $17,500 between both felonies, at least two years in prison, a driver's license suspension of eight years, ineligibility for a restricted license, and a mandatory forfeit of his vehicle."
Chelle: "Damn. That's a lot."
Me: "It was his fourth DUI."
Chelle: "Oh. Well I'll see you tomorrow. I'll hang up so you and Randal can do the dirty."
Me: "Chelle!"
Chelle: "What? You're married, and Randy's always horny. Plus the rest of us aren't around. I figured you would be doing it."
Me: "You don't have to say it like that."
Chelle: "I can tell you're embarrassed now. It's hilarious."
I get a little red in the face.
Me: "Go fuck yourself."
Chelle: "While you and Randy are doing it?"
I hang up, still red in the face.
Randy smirks at me. "What was that about?"
"Chelle immediately assumed that we were going to 'do the dirty'."
"Well…I don't have a problem with that. Why are you so flushed in the face? Babe, we're married. We're gonna have sex."
"I know. She just made it sound weird."
Randy smiled and pushed me onto the bed. "Well…I'm still gonna do the dirty with you."