Ch.14 The Trial of Trevor Mitchell pt.1

Lilly's POV

I find myself in a sea of blackness. Did Trevor knock me out? As I worry about what might be happening while I'm defenseless, I will my eyes to open. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my eyes slowly flicker open, and the bright lights of a hospital room shine down. "Lilly?" I hear a voice ask.

My body seems to act all by itself. I try sit straight up. "Trevor!" I shout. A hand places itself on my shoulder. I try to brush it off, but it doesn't happen. I feel completely drained of energy. It takes me a while to realize that the hold is not rough or threatening at all. Blinking, I look around the room. The first thing I see is Miley. It's her hand on my shoulder.

I take a deep breath and try to relax. "Lilly, are you ok?" Miley asks worriedly. "Trevor," I say. "Where's Trevor?" I ask. Miley smiles. "He's got about six armed police officers watching him, from what Roxy told me," Miley replies. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Some nurses had to carry you back in here from Amber's room," Miley explains. "Amber said you collapsed." I try to clear my head. "The last thing I remember, Trevor somehow had escaped. He had a scalpel to my throat," I say. "I could feel the blade on my skin." Dr. Abramson's voice cuts in. "Lilly, I can assure you that he is so heavily guarded right now, he can't swat a fly," she assures me. "And even if he weren't, he wouldn't get very far. He might never walk normally again," she adds. "You did a decent number on him." She winks at me.

"But back to you," she says, seriousness in her tone. "You blacked out, so I really want you to get a CAT Scan," she says. I nod my agreement. "Let's get this over with," I say. Over the course of a few hours, Amber and I get as checked up as possible. The CAT Scan indicates a major concussion that will lay me up for a few weeks, and I also have an MRI. It turns out that I cracked another rib during my fight with Trevor.

"Well, you and Amber are clear to go home," the doctor informs us. She turns to Amber. "For some reason, I haven't been able to raise your parents," she says. Amber shrugs. "That doesn't surprise me. They've been on a trip since at least that night," she explains with a particular emphasis on the words "that night." I quickly come up with a solution.

"That's ok, you can stay with me," I say. My mom quickly agrees. "Yes, definitely. Stay with us." The doctor doesn't seem to object. "Well, get well soon, girls," she says as we head toward the exit. Our timing couldn't be better. Just as we hit the door, police officers wheel Trevor by in a wheel chair. He glares at Amber and I.

We smile back. "I can't wait to wipe those smug grins off your faces," he growls. "We will see each other again," he threatens. "Yes," I reply smugly. "Can't wait. We'll be in the front row at your trial," I add. To add insult to injury, I give him a quick curtsey. He says nothing further as he is wheeled past us.

1 week later. Trevor's POV

"Good morning, Mr. Mitchell." I stare indifferently at the woman across the table from me. I'd guess she's in her mid forties. If she was ever hot, those days have definitely passed her by. I ignore the clear distain she is sending me in her eyes. I really could care less. "Well, why don't we get right down to it," she says icilly. "My name is Linda Williams. I'll be your defense attorney from now until the conclusion of your trial." I roll my eyes.

"When do I get to sue that bitch?" I demand. She stares at me for a few seconds. "Excuse me?" she asks. "If you ask me, she should've been arrested, too," I growl. My attorney stares at me questioningly. "What?" I growl. "She stabbed me with a pocket knife," I state. "Then, she shattered my knee with a hammer. And all because I told her it was over," I add angrily. I continue to stare angrily, hoping she bought it.

"Mr. Mitchell, if, when your trial is over, and by some miracle, you are not convicted of the very long list that you going to be prosecuted for, you decide to take Miss Truscott's mother to small claims court over your medical bills, I would be more than happy to be your representation at that time. In the meantime however, let's focus on the task at hand, shall we?" she replies. It's not hard to pick up on her sarcasm.

I can't help but notice, though, laundry list? What the hell do they think they have on me besides attempted rape and kidnapping. Lilly said she reported me after seeing me on the news, but I was sure she was just saying that to scare me. None of my previous conquests would have talked. I made damn sure of that. And the only one other than Lilly who dared to resist is dead.

"What do you mean, laundry list?" I ask, a hint of bravery in my voice. "The only things they think they have on me are attempted rape and kidnapping," I state. She looks me dead in the eye. "Sir, you're not just looking at one charge of attempted rape and kidnapping," she explains, her tone deadly serious.

"First, Miss Truscott and her mother positively identified you to police as the serial rapist they ran a news story about. So that's 5 counts of rape right there. In addition, her friend Amber, who you are also accused of kidnapping, has stated that you raped her as well," she begins.

"It's my word over their's," I try to interject, but she continues on as though I'd said nothing. "Further more, when you stole a car in your kidnapping of Miss Truscott; that's a count of grand theft auto, by the way," she adds, her voice dripping with contempt, "and ran a red light, you were responsible for a multi-vehicular crash," she informs me.

"Yeah, good luck proving that on a traffic camera," I snap sarcastically. "In addition to the footage the cameras caught, there were several eyewitnesses who saw the crash you caused. And in case your interested, you caused a bus to collide with an SUV that had a mother and two kids in it," she continues. "And why should I care about that?" I ask smugly. I really don't think I have anything to worry about. I'm smarter than any of these so called attorneys, and I dropped out of high school.

"Well, Mr. Mitchell, you might care that the mother was killed in the crash. Her children are in critical condition. Your best scenario there is they charge you with voluntary manslaughter. If I were you, I'd be praying that her kids make it." That stops me for a moment. I honestly couldn't care less either way, but I change my expression. I figure, if I pretend I care, she'll back off.

"There's also the fact that Miss Truscott has claimed to be witness to you shooting a security guard who was trying to stop you from kidnapping her at the Hannah Montana concert. That would be assault with a deadly weapon. You were speeding, and also commited felony hit and run during your attempt to kidnap Miss Truscott." She lets that sink in before adding, "Alledgedly of course." Her stare seems to harden as she says, "At the present time, I believe that concludes your laundry list. Any questions?"

2 days later, Miley's POV

"Oliver, please tell me you're presentable," I say into my cell phone as Lilly and I head to my car. Jackson is already in the back seat and my dad is meeting us at the courthouse. "Of course I am," I hear him reply. "Really?" I ask. "So you showered?" I question. "Yes," I hear. "You put on deodorant?" Lilly adds with a giggle. "Yes," he says again. "You're wearing appropriate, CLEAN clothes to appear in court in?" I add. "For the love of Pete, YES!" Oliver yells back. "My my, what's got your panties in a twist?" I ask.

"Your constant nagging like you're my mother!" he retorts. Lilly and I can't help but laugh when we hear a thump, followed by a very indignant "HEY!" I turn to Jackson. "I believe you owe me ten bucks," I declare with a victorious smile. "Oliver's mom was behind him." Jackson pulls his wallet, only to find nothing. "Can I hit you when I get paid?" he asks. I roll my eyes. "The second," I state. "And I'll ask Rico, so I'll know," I warn.

"Have I ever not paid you before?" he asks back. "Last week," Lilly answers. "When she bet you that Rico would make you work overtime at the shack," she adds. Jackson tries to feign ignorance. "I have no recollection of the event in question," he says smugly.

I turn my attention back to Oliver, who I notice is laughing. "Just be ready to go," I tell him. "We'll be there in ten minutes." As he begins to say "Ok, Ok," I hang up on him. Lilly braces herself with her one of her crutches as she struggles to open the passenger door. "Uh...a little help?" she asks.

In no time, we're off. As we pull up to the courthouse, I notice how swamped with people it is. As we get head in, my Dad comes through the crowd. "Sweet nibblets, this is a circus," he says. Lilly scans the crowd. "There's Amber," she says. "Amber," she calls. "Over here," Amber and Ashley look around for a second before making eye contact with us. "Are you ready?" she asks Lilly when they join us.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Lilly replies. "Let's do this."