Puck was given a simple suit to change into and he did so completely exhausted. Everything from when Kurt screamed to Puck buttoning up that respectable jacket had been a rollercoaster. And he really didn't what to go through it again.
Puck's lawyer, Mr. Steck was nervous; he tried to hide it from Puck. But Puck saw. He wasn't even sure he would care if he spent his life in jail. He did what he did....
The bailiff escorted him into the court. Puck felt humiliate the way he had to shuffle because of his chains. He did a quick scan of the audience spotting the whole Glee club, and Kurt in a wheel chair sitting right beside Artie. Everything single one of them had their eyes glued to him.
His mom was there with his sister plastered to her side. Sarah had her head bowed as Brenda whispered into her ear.
He almost threw up on the spot.
Puck sat down, his lawyer buzzing in his ear, telling him everything is in the bag. Puck rolled his eyes.
"And everyone stand for the honourable Judge Green." Everyone stood, but Artie and Kurt.
An aged man just a few short years from retirement waltzed into the room and sat down at his post. His black robe a blob covering his body, "You may be seated."
A wave of people took their seats.
" The state may present their case." The judge gave no interest to it one way or another.
A man dressed to the nines stood up and Puck glanced over at him, HE heheheheheand instantly hated the guy's; neatly cut hair, his clean shaven face, his confident voice, "Your honour, I'm Mr. Thomas and I'll be representing the state in the case of the attempt on Nick Gibson's life committed by Noah Puckermen. The defendant."
Kurt, way in the back fought off screaming by breathing deeply through his nose. The Gleeks and his father kept glance at him. Morbidly waiting for him to explode.
Quinn leaned over, whispered in his ear "You want me to take you out."
Kurt jerk way from the disgusting wet breathes.
The Judge nodded and looked over at Puck and his own lawyer, "And how do you plea?" He snorted it out as he relaxed into his seat.
Steck stood up, his hand fixing his jewfro, "Not guilty your honour."
The judge leaned forward in his seat, and mutter under his breath," typical" He looked through some papers. "The state may present their case."
Thomas was relaxed as he walked towards the stand, his hands in his pockets. He turned towards the audience, addressing them as much as he was Judge Green, "Mr. Gibson could not attend today's hearing due to his cracked skull. Yet we have many testaments to how he had obtained his injuries."
The attorney made eye contact with Puck, a smirk on his face, like he just knew he was going to chew the teen up and spit him back up. And when Puck straightened his back, showing he wasn't afraid, Thomas's smirk grew, nearly doubling in size.
If Kurt could stand without passing out from pain, he would have slapped that grin right off.
"We have confirmed multiple accounts from, paramedic, nurses even Noah himself. That Noah struck my client with the intent to disabling. Isn't that right Noah?"
Steck put a hand on Puck's shoulder and squeezed, "Don't answer that."
Green jotted down a note, "Does the defendant have anything to say to this?"
"We do your honour," Steck's nerves were getting the better of him. He started rifling through papers; he was mid-rifle when he realized he needed no paper. "My client was motivated to defend a friend of his. Mr. Gibson was raping Mr. Puckermen's friend."
Thomas stepped in, "Where's your proof?"
Kurt's and Puck's knuckles were painfully white over their chair's arms.
Steck opened his mouth to argue but Judge Green interrupted, "Gentlemen, we're presenting cases, the evidence will come later." Green leaned on his forearms on his high desk, "Is there any other element that will be present in this case?"
"Noah Puckermen's violent history with similar," Thomas turned his back on Puck, but Puck knew by the smugness of his shoulders that he was grinning. "Aspects..."
The room filled, swelled with suspense.
Steck may be a wet noodle but he cut in, "That has no releva-."
Thomas raised a hand stopping Steck, "But it does."
Judge Green gave a short rescue, letting the two parties re-group and allowed the horrible nauseas feeling in Puck, Kurt and everyone closely involved grow.
But none of the professionals felt it.
Kurt was watched as Puck was re-ushered into the courtroom, his eye's only flashing up for a moment before he stared down at the marble floor. Every atom in Kurt's body was buzzing, telling him to comfort the larger teenager.
There was a dolly with a moderately sized TV on it. Thomas leaned against it, his ankles crossed, waiting patiently. Smiling like he had a catchy ditty in his head.
"All stand for honourable Judge Green."
Green took his seat without even looking out into the courtroom. He checked his watch before he did that. It took a second before his eye fell on the TV, "Mr. Thomas what is this about?"
Thomas straightened himself out, "Well we, the state think it is impossible for the court to understand where the boy's mind state must have been as he attacked and mauled Mr. Gibson." Thomas pressed a button on the TV. And it screen glowed blue. A little white stop sign in the corner, "We have footage retaining to this. May we show it?"
Puck's toes curled in his dress shoes as he bit down on his tongue.
"I'll allow it."
Thomas pushed play and the screen buzzed with activity.
You could see the back of a woman's head; she had a thick bush of orange hair. Puck recognized that mess anywhere. Puck started to taste bile.
But past the orange nest of hair, on the other side of metal table was a small little body. That had his shoulders hunched over, rocking, a hand in front of his mouth, and huge mope of dark curly hair hanging in his face.
Puck hardly recognized himself.
"Noah?" The woman asked.
But the boy did nothing, just continued to chew on the side of his thumb.
"Noah, I'm Officer Morgan, I have a few questions to ask you?"
Nothing, the boy did nothing but chew his thumb.
"Noah..." The woman turned to look at her panther that was off screen, "Ohh!" She nodded, "Eli?"
The boy's head snapped to attention, his big warm brown eyes were shining in the crappy fluorescent lighting. Eli had long dark lashes that had tears clinging to them. There was blood smeared and dried over his forehead, down his neck and splattered over his cheek.
"Eli, I'm Officer Morgan, and I have a few-"
Eli jumped in his chair his hand slapping the metal table, "Where's Essie?" His huge youthful eyes searched the room, "ESSIE, essie. I need to see my sister!"
Brenda wrenched Sarah out of her seat and dragging her, ignoring her little girl's protest. "Mama, but Puck-"
Said boy was vibrating, he wanted to scream at his mother till she broke down, he wanted to hold his sister and never let go. He wanted to throw that TV at Thomas. He wanted make himself shut up!
But Thomas did that for him; he paused the cosy home video and watched with interest.
Brenda jerked her daughter in closer and tried to hush her, "This is no place for you, and his name is Noah"
"But Puck, Mama, we-"
But Brenda shoved her daughter through the door.
Everyone in the courtroom jumped at the boom of the heavy grand courtroom doors slamming behind them.
"Does anyone else wish to leave?" Judge Green asked with his eyebrows all high and mighty.
The silence weighted on everyone. Thomas waited a few seconds, "No, OK back to business." He was about to poke the play button.
"Wait!" Steck found his lawyer within, `` you have not right to show that. That is a confident video, between a police officer and a child. ``
Thomas pressed played and spoken over Eli`s blubbering, ``It`s called a warrant. ``
``What have you done to Essie?" Eli brushed his thick curls out of his face. He began to hyperventilate.
Officer Morgan got out of her seat and rushed to the boy's side, she began to rub at his back, a caring hand over his upper arm.
Eli wailed, his voice high, ear piercing high, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Puck bit down hard on his molars. His felt his skin began to burn and itch under the surface.
Morgan stepped back and answered his question, "Your little sister is at the hospital,"
Little Eli seemed to pulling himself together, "Are they taking care of her?"
Officer Morgan sat back in her place across the table from him, "We are. Now... Eli, we have-"
"How about mom, where's Mom?" Eli's hollering was doing the boy good. It helped with his stress levels. He wiped the corners of his eye with the least bloody part of his hand.
Officer Morgan was taken back and she was careful to what she was saying and how she was going to say it, "She's at also at the hospital, she is in detox."
Eli nodded, trying to understand what that meant. "And she's ok to?" When the officer nodded Eli visibly relaxed.
But Puck didn't.
"Now we just want to ask about your father."
It was like Eli had been sucker punched, along with Puck. Eli's reaction was echoed through time. Both Eli and Puck gave a small gasp that was barely audible. And as they let go of their sharply in taken breath, their head's lowered. Slowly.
Only Eli's hair fell in his face.
Where Puck bit his lip, Eli's started to ramble, choking on his words. But both boys' head were spinning with guilt.
" I should have gone home, I should have gone home, I should have gone home, I should have, "
The tape froze, right before Eli's threw up. His lips pursed, his cheek's full.
Puck swallowed the vomit in his mouth.
Thomas sighed, "He continues on to retching, and have a mental break down. We could continue to watch this gut wrenching video, or we could talk to Noah Puckermen, himself, saving the time of this court."
" would you take the stand?" Judge Green clicked his tongue impatiently.
Steck glanced at Puck and the two made eye contact long enough to nod. And as the bailiff walked over to undo Puck's handcuffs.
Puck was setting a mask, a false scene of self control. But he was sure it wouldn't last. Not for long.
He stood up, and rubbed at his sore wrist, the bailiff escorted Puck to the stand. And the closer and closer he got to it, the more and more in his heart was in his throat. The harder and harder his heart pounded in his temples.
Puck was looking at his dressy shoes as he sank down into wooden chair. Puck was agonizing about looking up, about seeing the stale white faces he knew would be looking up at him. Puck rolled his tongue over his teeth, as he looked up, clearing his throat. And held subconsciously held his breath.
Kurt's face grabbed his attention and he couldn't' look away. Kurt's face was full of rage, completely flushed, his jaw set in a scowl. His bright blue eye, swirling in a mad storm.
His and Puck's eyes meet and softened.
"So Noah, "Thomas started his wrist rolling, but he stopped abruptly when Puck didn't look at him. " Or should I call you Eli."
"Don't call me, Eli," Puck got whiplash his neck snapped towards the lawyer so fast.
Thomas grinned, "Guess you grew out of that nickname...Alright Noah, Do you remember the date of which this happened?"
Its funny, not even 3 days ago, that date meant nearly nothing to Puck. This memory was for far gone, so forgotten, so buried. Kurt's scream had peeled back a scab, exposing the festering infection.
"March 19, 2004."
Finn's ears pecked up and goosebumps rise up on his arms, at the mention of the familiar date.
" Would you tell use want exactly happened on that date?"
Puck could have sworn his heart was beating slower as he told the store. He tried to rush through it, to tell a little as he could. With no back story, "I got home later then I usually do. I found my Mom drugged out on the sofa. Daddy was done with her-"
"Done with her?" Thomas tried to hide his enthusiasm as he took a step towards Puck, mocking exactly how riveted he was by the story. The lawyer mouthed to the boy, "Daddy?"
Puck dragged his bottom lips in between his teeth explaining, "My dad raped my mother."
"Your father sexually abused your mother. How long had that been going on for?"
Puck was going to pretend that no one else was around. That his most hidden secrets weren't being spilled, "As long as I can remember."
"Why would you're mother live in that kind of home, where she would be used and abused?" Thomas asked, yet his voice said he already knew.
"My mom was addicted to heroin, Dad was her source." Puck said to his fingernail as he cleaned them. The taste of blood in his mouth, as he bit back on his own tongue.
Thomas cocked his eyebrow, "That's horrible, growing up in such painful environment. But what was special that day, what happened that made you kill your 'daddy'?"
Puck's chest was tearing at the seams, swelling with the cry, the anger that made him want to howl at the man. Scream at him to shut up, to shut the fuck up, "When I got home-"
"Late?"
Puck nodded, his scalped was drawn tight, "I found him," Puck damn near let on a dry sob, swallowing just as it touched his lips, "on my sister." Puck could start to hear his sister cry from behind Daddy's hand. See Daddy's back move...
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