Page 290 of Satan's Spawn
Another Crayton shift of anger.
“Was there any other altercations between you two?”
“Yes. We got into a physical altercation during gym and another on a different day after school.”
“Tell us more about the altercation during gym.” He starts pacing again.
“Alexis was saying terrible things to me, about how I was pathetic and how Crayton could never truly like me. She then proceeded to tell me that no man could stand to be around me, not even my dead father.”
The jury gasps, and the judge demands order.
“And what about the next altercation?”
“She approached me and Crayton on the football field bleachers, antagonizing the both of us with more of her cruel words. When Crayton came to my defense her bodyguards tackled him, where Alexis in turn ordered one of them to hold a gun to his head.”
Micah blows out a breath. “Did she say anything else to you?”
“Yes. She promised me she would never allow me to have Crayton.”
Micah purses his lips. “So let’s journey back a bit to when Crayton’s knife went missing. Can you attest to when that was?”
“It was on Christmas last year.”
“Objection. Speculation. There is no way for the witness to confirm when the knife actually went missing.”
“Sustained,” the judge says. “Mr. Beaumont, advise your witness that she needs to respond with factual information only.”
He holds a hand to his chest in apology, then refers back to me. “Can you please tell the jury when my client told you that his knife went missing?”
“On Christmas day last year.”
Micah waits for signs of an unjustified objection, then continues. “Have you ever seen Miss Ivanov in my defendant's dorm room?”
“Yes, plenty of times.”
“Did she have steady access to it?”
“Well, yeah, most of us have easy access to each other’s dorm rooms, the locks are very old.”
“Thank you for the clarification, Miss Dawson.” He pops his lips. “Now let’s talk a bit more about the deceased, since you mentioned my client also felt the need to protect you from him.”
I glance quickly over at Crayton, who’s begging me with his eyes not to do it. My chest tightens with how helpless he looks, but I focus back on Micah.
“Can you explain to the jury the dynamic of your relationship with the deceased?”
The saliva I swallow goes down like nails. “Felix befriended me right at the beginning of the school year. He was very charming and friendly.”
“Hardly a reason to need protection.”
“He was also abrasive at times, particularly when we went on a date to Sampson’s party.”
“Please elaborate on how he was abrasive.”
Those monstrous eyes peer at me from a distance, taunting me to come closer, forcing me to my knees.
I blink several times to rid them, but it doesn’t work.
“I, uh.” I wiggle in my seat, and although Micah seems empathetic he’s still got a look like he’s begging me to keep it together. “He was very forward, and would touch me in ways that made me feel uncomfortable. Holding my hand, squeezing my thigh, even close kisses to my lips without my consent. I assumed it was because he was confident.”
