Aelia, My reasoning for that chapter was for a bit of sadness. I just felt like using that, I know it was never here but this is fanFICTION lol. But hey, glad ya like it!
Chapter 18.
--------1 week later--------------
"WAKEUP!" A voice yelled slapping her in the face. She opened her eyes slowly and saw a cop standing above her. "You killed her!" Soda yelled tackling him to the ground. "You murderer!" Soda was yelling. The cop yelled for back up and he got it too. "The girl still having dreams about that McDorman girl?" A cop asked. "Yeh, it seems so..." The cop said a little angrily.
"You need to control yourself little girl." A cop sneered grabbing her by her arms and handcuffing her to her bed post again. "Your trial is tomorrow and you're blowing it." A cop warned her. He slapped her and left her alone in her cell. But in the next few minutes she heard, "Lindsey, Ya got a visitor." Then out came Spot. She was handcuffed to the post facing him.
"Soda? Are you ok?" Spot asked. He looked awful. He looked really depressed and he looked likt he was about to cry. He looked like he hadn't gotten sleep in days. "No." She said letting tears run down her face. "Soda,, please baby, don't cry. I'm gonna get you out of here." Spot told her.
"No you wont." She cried leaning her head on the bed post. "Why are you handcuffed to a bed post?" He asked noticing that. "They couldn't control me, and THEY NEVER WILL!" She yelled loud enought for them to hear. "Soda, you'se got to keep it cool until the trial ok? I'm going to try and get you out of this mess ok?" Spot reassured her.
"You can try." Soda said to him burying her face into her knees. "Soda, please listen to me, You're going to get out of here. I wont let them keep you here. You don't deserve that. You don't deserve any of this at all. Please hold on for me Soda, I love you so much and I wont let go." That was the last thing Spot said to her before he left.
Soda looked down at the ground and whispered. "I have to go."
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Another day passed and it was finally the day of Soda's trial. She was sitting in her cell until the cops came in and took her to the court room. "The case of Lindsey Basham, Accused of, Murder, resisting arrest and disruptive behavior." The man read off from a paper. Then Soda was brought in.
She glanced over at the Newsies but had to look straight at the judge. "You haven't anyone to speak on your behalf?" The judge asked. "She does." Came a voice from the back before Soda had anytime to respond.
Jack came forward and looked straight up into the Judge's eyes. "You Youngman?" The Judge asked. He nodded and they proceeded.
"So you see your honor, Joshua Ferenholt had been harassing her and he was the one looking for a fight. Not, Soda. She fought back strictly on self defense." Jack finished getting many applause from the Newsies. Next a lady with a old cat in her hand came forward. "I saw this creature murder the boy. Yes, She said, "You want to kill me? He replied "No, I would never." But she attacked the little rat! The boy was left helpless. She stabbed him when he turned around and he stabbed her in self defense." The old hag finished with a triumphant smirk at Soda.
"With a civilized citizen such as Miss. Harris speaking of what she saw, I am hereby going to issue out the penalty." The Judge said. Spot gave Soda a hopeful look. Soda didn't return it, she was way too nervous to do anything. She watched as the Judge looked at her with a look of, "Well, you know you deserve whatever you get."
"I hereby have to sentence Lindsey Basham to be hung on The evening of October 13th 1899." The Judge said banging down his gavel. Soda felt that someone just hit her in the stomach. She was going to be killed. She couldn't believe it, after all she'd been through they were going to kill her. 2 days from now she was going to be dead.
Spot stood frozen in the corner. His girlfriend and long time best friend to the end was going to die. "NO!" Spot yelled. The Judge looked up over his stand. "Youngman, I have sentenced her to it and it is done. There is nothing you can do." He said getting up. "What that old hag told you was a lie!" Spot yelled at him again.
Miss. Harris gave him an icy glare. "One more word out of you boy, and you will be sorry." The Judge warned. "You can't even take our word for it can you?! That girl is only 15 years old and you're going to kill her! It's fucking bullshit! you're going to do the biggest mistake in your career and you wont do a damn thing!" Spot yelled.
"That's it boy! Bailiff! Take him to The Refuge!" The Judge yelled. "NO!" Soda yelled back. "You two are starting to really drive me insane! Mr.Daniels What is she still doing in here? Take her back to her cell! And Mr. Rodriguez, get that boy to The Refuge at once!" The Judge ordered stomping out of the room. Soda was getting pulled back through the door. She saw a lot of The Newsies with tears running down their faces. But that's all she saw.
Soda sat alon in her cell crying her eyes out. Why?" She thought to herself. I'm only 15. I'm dying for no reason. I'll never see Spot's face ever again. He'll be alone and I'll be in the ground. I don't want to leave him, not now....
---------The next night----------
'Tomorrow, I'm gone forever.' Soda thought in sheer defeat. She rolled over on her bed and cried herself to sleep. There was tapping on the window when she woke up. "Psst...Soda!" Someone was calling. Soda went over to the window. "Who's there?" Soda called out until she saw Jack's face. "Jack!" She almost yelled in joy as she reached out and touched his face in happiness.
"Soda, I'se got to get you'se outta here." Jack told her leaning down and pulling a brick form the wall. There was a hole really small that she didn't know if she could squeeze out of it. She bent down and squeezed through it with a lot of difficulty. Jack put the brick back and they ran out of there and down into the woods until they knew it'd be safe.
"Where are all the others?" Soda asked. "At the Lodging house. They don't know I'm out to get ya. They're all depressed and think you're going to die." Jack explained. "Well, they do have reason to believe that ya know." Soda pointed out. "Yeah." Jack replied.
-------Lodging House--------
"I'm going to miss Soda." Bumlets said sighing. "All of us are going to miss her!" Race shot back in sadness and took a few puffs of his cigar and fell into a chair. "Aw, you guys actually do have a soft side." Soda said leaning on the side of the doorway.
"SODA!" They all yelled tackling her in hugs all over the place. "Where's Spot?" She asked noticing he wasn't there. "Oh, he's still at the Refuge. He's in real bad condition. He's not eating what they want at the Refuge. He wont talk or anything. He's losing it." Mush said sadly.
Chapter 18.
--------1 week later--------------
"WAKEUP!" A voice yelled slapping her in the face. She opened her eyes slowly and saw a cop standing above her. "You killed her!" Soda yelled tackling him to the ground. "You murderer!" Soda was yelling. The cop yelled for back up and he got it too. "The girl still having dreams about that McDorman girl?" A cop asked. "Yeh, it seems so..." The cop said a little angrily.
"You need to control yourself little girl." A cop sneered grabbing her by her arms and handcuffing her to her bed post again. "Your trial is tomorrow and you're blowing it." A cop warned her. He slapped her and left her alone in her cell. But in the next few minutes she heard, "Lindsey, Ya got a visitor." Then out came Spot. She was handcuffed to the post facing him.
"Soda? Are you ok?" Spot asked. He looked awful. He looked really depressed and he looked likt he was about to cry. He looked like he hadn't gotten sleep in days. "No." She said letting tears run down her face. "Soda,, please baby, don't cry. I'm gonna get you out of here." Spot told her.
"No you wont." She cried leaning her head on the bed post. "Why are you handcuffed to a bed post?" He asked noticing that. "They couldn't control me, and THEY NEVER WILL!" She yelled loud enought for them to hear. "Soda, you'se got to keep it cool until the trial ok? I'm going to try and get you out of this mess ok?" Spot reassured her.
"You can try." Soda said to him burying her face into her knees. "Soda, please listen to me, You're going to get out of here. I wont let them keep you here. You don't deserve that. You don't deserve any of this at all. Please hold on for me Soda, I love you so much and I wont let go." That was the last thing Spot said to her before he left.
Soda looked down at the ground and whispered. "I have to go."
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Another day passed and it was finally the day of Soda's trial. She was sitting in her cell until the cops came in and took her to the court room. "The case of Lindsey Basham, Accused of, Murder, resisting arrest and disruptive behavior." The man read off from a paper. Then Soda was brought in.
She glanced over at the Newsies but had to look straight at the judge. "You haven't anyone to speak on your behalf?" The judge asked. "She does." Came a voice from the back before Soda had anytime to respond.
Jack came forward and looked straight up into the Judge's eyes. "You Youngman?" The Judge asked. He nodded and they proceeded.
"So you see your honor, Joshua Ferenholt had been harassing her and he was the one looking for a fight. Not, Soda. She fought back strictly on self defense." Jack finished getting many applause from the Newsies. Next a lady with a old cat in her hand came forward. "I saw this creature murder the boy. Yes, She said, "You want to kill me? He replied "No, I would never." But she attacked the little rat! The boy was left helpless. She stabbed him when he turned around and he stabbed her in self defense." The old hag finished with a triumphant smirk at Soda.
"With a civilized citizen such as Miss. Harris speaking of what she saw, I am hereby going to issue out the penalty." The Judge said. Spot gave Soda a hopeful look. Soda didn't return it, she was way too nervous to do anything. She watched as the Judge looked at her with a look of, "Well, you know you deserve whatever you get."
"I hereby have to sentence Lindsey Basham to be hung on The evening of October 13th 1899." The Judge said banging down his gavel. Soda felt that someone just hit her in the stomach. She was going to be killed. She couldn't believe it, after all she'd been through they were going to kill her. 2 days from now she was going to be dead.
Spot stood frozen in the corner. His girlfriend and long time best friend to the end was going to die. "NO!" Spot yelled. The Judge looked up over his stand. "Youngman, I have sentenced her to it and it is done. There is nothing you can do." He said getting up. "What that old hag told you was a lie!" Spot yelled at him again.
Miss. Harris gave him an icy glare. "One more word out of you boy, and you will be sorry." The Judge warned. "You can't even take our word for it can you?! That girl is only 15 years old and you're going to kill her! It's fucking bullshit! you're going to do the biggest mistake in your career and you wont do a damn thing!" Spot yelled.
"That's it boy! Bailiff! Take him to The Refuge!" The Judge yelled. "NO!" Soda yelled back. "You two are starting to really drive me insane! Mr.Daniels What is she still doing in here? Take her back to her cell! And Mr. Rodriguez, get that boy to The Refuge at once!" The Judge ordered stomping out of the room. Soda was getting pulled back through the door. She saw a lot of The Newsies with tears running down their faces. But that's all she saw.
Soda sat alon in her cell crying her eyes out. Why?" She thought to herself. I'm only 15. I'm dying for no reason. I'll never see Spot's face ever again. He'll be alone and I'll be in the ground. I don't want to leave him, not now....
---------The next night----------
'Tomorrow, I'm gone forever.' Soda thought in sheer defeat. She rolled over on her bed and cried herself to sleep. There was tapping on the window when she woke up. "Psst...Soda!" Someone was calling. Soda went over to the window. "Who's there?" Soda called out until she saw Jack's face. "Jack!" She almost yelled in joy as she reached out and touched his face in happiness.
"Soda, I'se got to get you'se outta here." Jack told her leaning down and pulling a brick form the wall. There was a hole really small that she didn't know if she could squeeze out of it. She bent down and squeezed through it with a lot of difficulty. Jack put the brick back and they ran out of there and down into the woods until they knew it'd be safe.
"Where are all the others?" Soda asked. "At the Lodging house. They don't know I'm out to get ya. They're all depressed and think you're going to die." Jack explained. "Well, they do have reason to believe that ya know." Soda pointed out. "Yeah." Jack replied.
-------Lodging House--------
"I'm going to miss Soda." Bumlets said sighing. "All of us are going to miss her!" Race shot back in sadness and took a few puffs of his cigar and fell into a chair. "Aw, you guys actually do have a soft side." Soda said leaning on the side of the doorway.
"SODA!" They all yelled tackling her in hugs all over the place. "Where's Spot?" She asked noticing he wasn't there. "Oh, he's still at the Refuge. He's in real bad condition. He's not eating what they want at the Refuge. He wont talk or anything. He's losing it." Mush said sadly.