"Will the defendant please rise?" asked C.C.'s lawyer. They had been in court for over three hours now, and the jury had finally come to a decision. Maxwell and Fran sat behind C.C., their arms around eachother in anticipation. D.D. and Noel were there too, along with all the children. C.C.'s heart jumped everytime someone talked, sneezed, or coughed.
C.C.'s father stood up, looking very official. Go figure. C.C. grimaced, and knitted her hands together anxiously.
"The jury finds the defendant, John Babcock, against the charges of Rape and abuse," the lawyer stopped, just for the effect, "Not Guilty."
An outbreak of shocked murmuring spread through out the court room. John smirked at C.C.
C.C. melted into a puddle on the floor, heartbroken. D.D. and Noel glared at John with pure outrage. The people on the jury looked very embarrassed.
The murmur grew louder, so it took three 'ORDER!'s from the judge to quiet it.
"Now" said the judge, bringing his spectacles up from the tip of his nose, "On behalf of the jury's decision, I have to say I find the defendant free of all charges, and apologize for-
But he was cut off, as someone burst through the courtroom door. C.C. gasped. It was Sarah Cottonwood, the woman who had wrote her a poem.
"Wait!" she gasped. She was grasping the arm of a young girl, probably 17 or 18.
The judge, who seemed rather amused (asshole), asked Sarah who the girl was.
Sarah's voice rang throughout the courtroom like a bell. "Jessica Babcock!"