Stand Strong
By: Kryptonite
A/N: Thanks go out to EVERYONE who's reviewed this story and all my others, you guys (and gals) are the greatest!
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Two Weeks Later: Court Room- 12:37
" Do you have anything else to say?" Sam took a deep breath and nodded her head. " Well? We don't have all day."
" My sister is a rich, stuck up priss who always has to have her way about everything. I used to be exactly like her until I went to junior and senior high. Jules starves her children and both she and her husband Richard J. Carter verbally and physically abuse their six-year-old twins.
" They drop them off at my house for days at a time with nothing more than ten minutes warning at least. I don't mind, I love my niece and nephew like they were my own children. What I do mind is that both of these sweet, innocent children ask for food. They ask if it's okay to eat this or that. If they can have more, cringing like they're expecting to get hit.
" I will do anything for these two kids as I've been trying to prove for the last three years. I will go to hell and back for these kids. I'll do anything to get them out of the hell they've been living in for the last six years. I don't want to have to wipe any more tears off of they're faces because they have to go home in the morning."
" Is that it?" The judge asked, trying to hide her emotions.
" Yes your honor."
" One more question. Is it true you kidnapped the kids and refused to return them to Mrs. Carter?"
" I was given the kids for the week since Jules, Richard and my parents were going on a sudden cruise. I refused to have to wipe any more tears off they're face because I let their mother take them home with her."
" Okay." The judge thought for a moment. " Ms Owens, you presented your case well and put a lot of thought into what you were saying. I commend that. But your living residence is in an area of town that is… undesirable to say the least."
" We're currently looking for a new apartment."
" We? Would we be you and a Mr. Fred Weasley?" She asked, squinting through her reading glasses at the file in her hands.
" Yes ma'am."
" Step forward young man." Fred swallowed nervously and stepped next to Sam.
" Hello your honor."
" You've been living with Ms. Owens how long?"
" Four years. We've been dating for the past three years."
" You've seen the way the kids act?"
" Yes, I've also had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting both Mr. and Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Owens."
" Honest. I like that. How do you feel about the kids?"
" Same as Sam. Like they're my own. I treat them the same way before you ask."
" Do you ever hit them? Or Ms. Owens?"
" No ma'am. I wouldn't hurt a fly."
" Okay. Court is in recess for twenty minutes, don't go anywhere." The judge stood, along with everyone else, and walked through a door and into her personal chambers. Sam and Fred stood rooted in place, both praying their hearts out to any god who would listen. Suddenly the bailiff appeared, and headed towards Sam.
" Judge Neiman would like to see you." Sam shot a confused glance at Fred but followed anyway.