Love Unscripted
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Reporters, photographers, and fans were lined up outside the courthouse when we arrived. People were shouting and screaming at our car. It was pure chaos.
“Once Team two is in place we will exit,” Mike informed from the front seat. He pushed his communication earpiece deeper into his ear.
I was sandwiched in the back seat between Ryan and Kyle. Despite how safe I should have felt sitting between these two men, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.
Kyle sighed then patted and rubbed my forearm to reassure me.
Ryan glared at Kyle’s gesture. He gathered one of my shaking hands in his and raised it to his lips.
“It will be okay, Honey,” Ryan whispered, pulling me closer. “We’ll get through this.”
Reporters attempted to interview us as we exited the car. Ryan and I kept our attention focused on getting through the courthouse doors. Court officers and private security surrounded us as we entered the building. Mike and Kyle, minus their firearms, escorted us to courtroom number three.
Not only was Kyle protecting me, today he would also be a witness.
Ryan and I were seated at a large wooden table that faced the raised dark oak bench where the judge would sit. Our attorney was already seated; the box of scary evidence was setting on the floor next to him.
Cory and Marie were seated in the first row behind us. They too were witnesses to Angelica’s threats.
Sitting at the other table across from us was Angelica’s attorney. Our lawyer leaned over and informed us that she would be using the Public
Defender’s office to represent her case today.
One male and one female police officer escorted Angelica into the courtroom. She was wearing an orange colored prison outfit and her arms were handcuffed to a chain that wrapped around her waist. Her ankles were shackled. She didn’t look at us when she entered.
Angelica’s hair was all disheveled, sticking out in all directions. The circles under her eyes were deep and purple, making the starkness of her yellow skin even more pronounced.
“All rise!” the court clerk announced. “Court is now in session. The honorable Judge Brian Keller presiding.”
The court proceedings were long and tedious. Our attorney had to present each letter, picture, and package separately and one-by-one they were all entered in as evidence. I even provided a copy of the picture of Angelica grabbing Ryan’s arm when we went to Cal and Kelly’s. That picture of her attack was in every magazine and splattered all over the Internet news.
Our attorney informed us that he had to present every piece of evidence carefully so that Angelica’s actions would be deemed a credible threat to our safety.
Each one of our witnesses was called upon to testify that they indeed heard Angelica threaten to kill me.
Her public defender tried to cross-examine our witnesses, but it did her case no good to do so.
Our attorney played the 911 audio tape recording of my call to police the night she came into the pub. I shuddered, listening to my panicked voice begging for police to come immediately and Angelica’s rant in the background as she threatened to slice me into pieces. I choked into tears while the nightmare of that evening replayed in my thoughts. Ryan squeezed my hand tightly under the table.
We sat and listened as each of her letters was read out loud to the judge. The content of her letters was equally disturbing. This deluded woman actually thought she was rescuing Ryan from the sluts who were ruining his career and stealing his love away from her.
The judge questioned Angelica directly, asking her to explain her behavior.
She looked at Ryan, but he looked away.
“He hid messages in his movie for me. He knew I was smart enough to figure them out. He didn’t want the others to know that he was in love with me,” she whispered. “I just want to protect him, but she made him leave for three days so she could brainwash him.” Angelica pointed at me.
“She’s afraid he’s going to leave her for me! That’s why she crawled into his head, like a worm, and turned him against me.”
It was hard to breathe while she spoke. This girl was the poster child for modern day horror movies. She was the reason nightmares existed in the first place.
The judge deliberated with the lawyers and then delivered his verdict. A permanent no contact restraining order was granted and in effect immediately. She was informed that it meant that she could not mail, email, call, text, or send anything. Any attempt to contact either one of us, interfere with us or any member of our families, our friends, and fellow employees would be deemed a violation of the order. She was instructed to remain no less than five hundred yards, or roughly a quarter of a mile away from us at all times. The judge also ordered that she be subjected to a psychiatric evaluation. Another hearing would be scheduled to sentence her for the violation of the temporary restraining order.
“Once Team two is in place we will exit,” Mike informed from the front seat. He pushed his communication earpiece deeper into his ear.
I was sandwiched in the back seat between Ryan and Kyle. Despite how safe I should have felt sitting between these two men, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.
Kyle sighed then patted and rubbed my forearm to reassure me.
Ryan glared at Kyle’s gesture. He gathered one of my shaking hands in his and raised it to his lips.
“It will be okay, Honey,” Ryan whispered, pulling me closer. “We’ll get through this.”
Reporters attempted to interview us as we exited the car. Ryan and I kept our attention focused on getting through the courthouse doors. Court officers and private security surrounded us as we entered the building. Mike and Kyle, minus their firearms, escorted us to courtroom number three.
Not only was Kyle protecting me, today he would also be a witness.
Ryan and I were seated at a large wooden table that faced the raised dark oak bench where the judge would sit. Our attorney was already seated; the box of scary evidence was setting on the floor next to him.
Cory and Marie were seated in the first row behind us. They too were witnesses to Angelica’s threats.
Sitting at the other table across from us was Angelica’s attorney. Our lawyer leaned over and informed us that she would be using the Public
Defender’s office to represent her case today.
One male and one female police officer escorted Angelica into the courtroom. She was wearing an orange colored prison outfit and her arms were handcuffed to a chain that wrapped around her waist. Her ankles were shackled. She didn’t look at us when she entered.
Angelica’s hair was all disheveled, sticking out in all directions. The circles under her eyes were deep and purple, making the starkness of her yellow skin even more pronounced.
“All rise!” the court clerk announced. “Court is now in session. The honorable Judge Brian Keller presiding.”
The court proceedings were long and tedious. Our attorney had to present each letter, picture, and package separately and one-by-one they were all entered in as evidence. I even provided a copy of the picture of Angelica grabbing Ryan’s arm when we went to Cal and Kelly’s. That picture of her attack was in every magazine and splattered all over the Internet news.
Our attorney informed us that he had to present every piece of evidence carefully so that Angelica’s actions would be deemed a credible threat to our safety.
Each one of our witnesses was called upon to testify that they indeed heard Angelica threaten to kill me.
Her public defender tried to cross-examine our witnesses, but it did her case no good to do so.
Our attorney played the 911 audio tape recording of my call to police the night she came into the pub. I shuddered, listening to my panicked voice begging for police to come immediately and Angelica’s rant in the background as she threatened to slice me into pieces. I choked into tears while the nightmare of that evening replayed in my thoughts. Ryan squeezed my hand tightly under the table.
We sat and listened as each of her letters was read out loud to the judge. The content of her letters was equally disturbing. This deluded woman actually thought she was rescuing Ryan from the sluts who were ruining his career and stealing his love away from her.
The judge questioned Angelica directly, asking her to explain her behavior.
She looked at Ryan, but he looked away.
“He hid messages in his movie for me. He knew I was smart enough to figure them out. He didn’t want the others to know that he was in love with me,” she whispered. “I just want to protect him, but she made him leave for three days so she could brainwash him.” Angelica pointed at me.
“She’s afraid he’s going to leave her for me! That’s why she crawled into his head, like a worm, and turned him against me.”
It was hard to breathe while she spoke. This girl was the poster child for modern day horror movies. She was the reason nightmares existed in the first place.
The judge deliberated with the lawyers and then delivered his verdict. A permanent no contact restraining order was granted and in effect immediately. She was informed that it meant that she could not mail, email, call, text, or send anything. Any attempt to contact either one of us, interfere with us or any member of our families, our friends, and fellow employees would be deemed a violation of the order. She was instructed to remain no less than five hundred yards, or roughly a quarter of a mile away from us at all times. The judge also ordered that she be subjected to a psychiatric evaluation. Another hearing would be scheduled to sentence her for the violation of the temporary restraining order.
