Next chapter will be longer. Later!-LLL
Two weeks later
We were standing in front of a judge, a large white man who looked utterly bored out of his mind, with his head resting on his hand as he tried not to fall asleep. Or die; the dude was about ninety. Sam stared in hatred at the wall to her left, not looking at the man she shot, who'd "luckily" survived, and not at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, Sam's face was guarded, no doubt different scenarios of what could've been playing out in her head. But I didn't think she was terrified, Sam was tough. She wouldn't cry anymore, and not in the face of the pricks who insulted her. ""Words are only words, they can't hurt you, so you should have ignored them." Everyone always says. No, people don't say. They preach, as if a person should just let their honor and life be talked about, and disregarded like they aren't worth anything? They don't understand that some things should just not be talked about, and that some things you must take action against. But the law is the law, and the assailant's lawyer stood up before shooting a fiery glare at the back of Sam's head? Why is he pissed, he's getting paid isn't he?
"Your honor, the evidence is self-sufficient. My client, Richard Alustio, was shot by this girl in front of you but two weeks ago. She illegally possessed a gun as a minor, and I believe attempted murder is also in order here. That is all." The lawyer sat down, and the jury looked down at Sam, before asking, "How did you come in possession of the gun?"
Sam looked at the jury. " How the hell do you think I got it? Robbed K-Mart? It was in my house. The streets are dangerous, so I carry it around with me."
"Why did you try to kill this man?"
Sam scoffed. "Please. My father was in the National Guard, if I wanted to shoot that piece of trash, I would've. He talked about my family, and my life, which is none of his damn business. I was warning him to stop talking. If I killed him, I'd get sentenced to life."
"Attempted murder basically has the same charge."
Sam threw up her hands. "Look I'm not going to let you screw with me, my honor is the only reason I'm here right now. Am I getting life in prison or not?!"
The room became quiet, as the judge looked at her.
"Yes." he answered.
Sam blinked, and croaked, "What?" The judge wiped his glasses with his sleeves. "It has been deemed by this court that you, as a juvenile delinquent, serve your term until you turn 18, and then be transferred to a secure facility, for life in prison, without chance of parole."
My parents, Sahara, Ret, Jean, and other witnesses, including Breezy, shouted in defiance and swore at the accuser, Sahara even going so far as to say she'll see him tonight. Samatha's eyes darted all over the room as officers moved towards her. She started screaming for her dad, who just looked at her with shame from the third bench. He shook his head and walked out, bottle in hand. I was completely ready to go after him and take his bottle, convince him to stop being such a drunk and help his daughter, but my voice didn't carry, I couldn't find the ability to speak. The jury cracked his mallet from hitting it so much on the lectern, until the police had to push us out. One of them grabbed Sam's arm, but she punched him in the gut with her other one. The last thing I saw of her, she grabbed an officer's' gun, and the doors slammed in my face as a gunshot rang out on the other side.