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I knew this was what would happen when it was time for me to testify; I knew I’d be forced to share these brutal memories. I went to the cemetery before I came today, looking to draw strength from two of the best people I’ve ever known. But seeing two Stevens’ headstones, side-by-side brought me no solace. I ended up dropping to my knees, sobbing as I gripped a headstone with each hand. I’ve always considered myself a strong woman, but the last few years have humbled me. I’ve been scarred emotionally, and I find myself terrified of losing another loved one.
“Demi, tell me what happened after the shooting,” Michael Harris, the prosecutor says.
“Co
Just hang on man. The paramedics will be here soon, Dusty assured Co
Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me, I begged him as he struggled to breathe, his injuries paining him.
“By the time the paramedics arrived, there was so much blood . . . I just knew he was going to die. I just knew there was no way someone could bleed that much and live.” I clear my throat and inhale deeply, doing my best to keep from getting emotional. I don’t tell him how when I saw that first medic I felt some hope. I had to hope even though I knew the worst was yet to come. As soon as Co
“She can follow behind us,” the young medic said as he tried to hold Co
“I’ll ride in the car with her,” Co
“Just let her ride with him. He’s fucking dying. Go!” Dusty boomed at the paramedics.
As they slid the gurney inside, the young one looked at me and said, “You keep him calm. He’s in trauma.”
“What happened on the ride to the hospital?” Milton asks, staying focused.
I swallow hard and close my eyes. “Lots,” I respond. “I remember Co
“So in the ambulance, you remember feeling scared?” he pushes.
“Objection,” Mrs. Jenson’s attorney calls out. “He’s leading the witness, your honor.”
“Sustained,” the judge mumbles.
“Let me rephrase,” Milton grumbles cutting a look to the defense attorney before meeting my gaze again. “What else do you remember?”
“I remember thinking that this couldn’t be happening, that I was in some kind of nightmare.” Milton presses on, and somehow I warp back to that day; the sound of the instruments banging around in the back of the ambulance, the heart monitor beeping, the way Co
I love you, he’d said.
Don’t, I warned.
This may be my last chance to tell you—
It won’t be, I interrupted.
I’m sorry.
For what? My eyes blurred with more tears as I fought back my sobs.
For leaving you this way.
My chest wanted to burst open with the pain. Goodbye wasn’t an option. I leaned over and kissed him as he sucked in a ragged breath.
“Please keep the oxygen mask on,” the paramedic scolded him as he placed it back over Co
The paramedics were working on him, the tiny moving box riddled with loud sounds as we raced to the hospital, but I only heard Co
He was saying goodbye to me.
He was dying.
He was leaving me.
Mrs. Jenson got two bullets in him, right in his chest and upper abdomen before Dusty punched her, knocking her unconscious.
Thank you, he whispered squeezing my hand. His arms were strapped down by his sides, and he couldn’t see, but he could feel. My hand kept sliding in his, his blood wet and thick between our palms, but I held on for dear life as if the act would tether him here, as if he couldn’t leave so long as he held my hand.
I didn’t know what he was thanking me for, but I was relentless in pushing him to fight. Thank me by living. Stay with me. Please, Co
Kiss me again, he ordered. My face was soaked with tears, my nose ru
You were like an angel that day, he mumbled against my lips, his eyes hooded as he fought the exhaustion he was feeling.
I kept my face in front of his, so he could see me, even though he seemed to be staring off. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I wanted him to keep talking. If he was talking, he was living. What day? I managed.
The day I got out. It was like walking straight out of hell and finding an angel waiting for me on the other side. He let out a wet cough and winced from the pain. My redemption. I didn’t use to believe in that shit, ya know? He managed after a second.
What shit?
Angels and shit. But I know he sent you for me. I know he thought I deserved something special like you. He was looking out for me.
More tears, they just wouldn’t stop. He was telling me he believed Blake sent me for him. That Blake was looking out for him.
He didn’t just send me for you, I whispered. He sent us to each other.
He closed his eyes for a moment. His mouth curving into subtlest of smiles. Then, I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Co
Then . . . he flat lined.
“Thank you, Mrs. Stevens. I know that was difficult to share,” Mr. Milton says, as I wipe my face, multiple balled up tissues in my lap. Several people in the courtroom are sniffling with me, wiping their noses with tissues.
“No further questions your honor,” Mr. Milton bellows out.
“You may step down, Mrs. Stevens,” the judge permits.
As I step down, I look over to Mrs. Jenson. She’s staring off into space, really working hard to appear insane. I want to run up to her and throttle her.
“We’ll take a recess. Court is adjourned until 9:00 am tomorrow.” The judge a
Mr. Milton places a soft hand on my shoulder as I approach and squeezes gently. “You did great,” he confirms. “I know that wasn’t easy, but making the jury feel your pain makes it all the more likely to get a guilty verdict.” We watch as Mrs. Jenson is cuffed and led out of the courtroom.
“Will I need to testify again?”
“No, I don’t think so, but I’ll let you know if we need you again.”
“Thank you, Mr. Milton.”
I walk briskly out of the courtroom, desperate for a familiar face, a hug from someone I love, and fresh air. My eyes feel puffy, and I know I probably have mascara spread everywhere, but I don’t care. I was just forced to relive the worst day of my life, and all I want right now is to forget about it. I just want to submerge myself in the things in my life that are good right now. When I fly out the doors, Lexi, Wendy, Jeff, Dusty, and McKenzie practically jump out of their seats and surround me. Wendy and Lexi hug me tightly.