im too young for this

Sitting on that old chair, vinyl seat cover ripped and worn, my heart beating out of my chest. I look up to my mother for comfort, but she has the same cold distant look I do. I turn my head back to the steps, they're beautiful, old sold wood, sturdy and detailed. Admiring them is only to distract myself. I'm waiting for someone, someone I'm praying doesn't show up. Please god, don't let him walk up those stairs, I'm praying he forgot the court date was today. If he doesn't show, I automatically win, I don't have to look at him or be near him. But, he doesn't have any reason to object it, right? I didn't do anything wrong, he's the one who has been tormenting, stalking and harassing me for months. I dig my nails into my arm, a habit I need to break. I try to steer my mind in another direction, if I dwell on the moment too long, I know I'll break down. I notice a loose thread on my shirt, I pick at it and almost smile remembering my mother that morning. "dress to the nines today, we cant let them look better than us" I know what she meant, Brennon, my recent ex had a barbie doll as a mother. Just the thought of him hurts. My heart sinks, and I feel all the muscles in my chest contract. One deep breath after another, I have to prevent myself from crying. I grip the seat of the chair, and turn back to the stairs. My heart stops every time I hear footsteps, I hold my breath until the person is in my view. He still is'nt here, looking at the clock I see its almost time for it to start. Another worry strikes me, how does court work? I've never been before, I never wanted to go. I'm too young for this, at fifteen I'm still a child. As I count handprints on the wall, I can feel myself getting older. Ageing as the second hand ticks, and my knee nervously bounces in time with it. Beside me my dad rises, as Brennon rounds the turn of the stair case. I mutter a swear and grab my mothers hand. I feel as if I'm going to throw up, or pass out. My head gets light, and the whole situation feels surreal. I'm scared just being this close to him, even if we are in a building filled with cops. Somehow, I manage to hold back my tears, only a few warm tears escape down my face. But I cant let him know Im upset. The doors to the courtroom open, myself and the other 10 kids there slowly walk in. I find myself looking at everyone and wondering why theyre here, what they did, if theyre as scared as I am. The room is old, and freezing. My parents and I find a spot near the back, on the opposite side of the room from Brennon.