Chapter 8

Well that last chapter was hard to write but I this one will be better. I promise. Oh and I'm listening to Escape by DJ Icey while I'm writing this. It doesn't really go with the mood but it is so sexy XDXD

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"Sam?" She could hear her name whispered. Her eyes fluttered in the bright lights shiny off the white walls around her. Carly sat next to her on the bed. Spencer was standing to her right, both with half smiles on.

"What happened?" Sam whispered looking around the hospital room.

"You passed out," Carly said, "You were pretty banged up. He broke two of your ribs and busted your spleen. You also have a concussion from when you passed out and hit your head. The baby-"

"My baby," Sam gasped sitting up, "How is my baby? Is it okay?"

"Your baby will be just fine," Spencer said smiling.

"Oh," Sam said with a sigh of relief, "Why was it bleeding than?"

"The uterus was busted and the doctors thought there was a miscarriage," Spencer said, "There was just enough liquid still there when the doctors got to you for the baby to be okay."

"Thank God," Sam whispered lying back and closing her eyes. She suddenly sat up, gasping in pain from her side. She looked around the room, "Where's Freddy?"

"He will be just fine also," Carly said, "He lost some blood when he jumped in front of the bullet but other than that he will be great."

"What happened to Devon?" Sam asked.

"I knocked him out," Spencer said shrugging, "Two years of karate paid off. He is in custody of the police, with no bail. He has trial in three months. You will have to testify."

"Crap," Sam said shaking her head.

"It will be okay Sam," Carly said reaching out and touching her hand, "We will be there for you every step."

"Thanks," Sam said with a smile.

"Hey," Sam looked up at the familiar voice. Freddy stood in the doorway, his shoulder and arm wrapped in bandages. He leaned against the threshold a half smile on.

"Freddy," Sam whispered.

"Carly, Spencer," Freddy said looking at them, "Can I talk to Sam alone."

"Yeah of course you can," Carly said standing. She and Spencer walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. Freddy walked up to the bed and ran his thumb under her eye, where it had bruised.

"Freddy," Sam whispered once again, "Why did you jump in front of the bullet?"

"It only hit my shoulder," Freddy said.

"A few more inches and it would have hit your heart," Sam said, "It could have killed you."

"Sam," Freddy said leaning closer to her and holding her cheek, "It didn't matter what would have happened to me. Your life is much worth much more than my own. It's not just you I saved."

Sam stared up at him. She could feel tears forming in her eyes.

"I saved an entire lifetime of happiness," Freddy said, "And not just one. I saved your life. You have so much good in you that I know you will make a difference and this baby you're carrying. I know he or she will be an amazing, beautiful person only for one reason. I know their mother. She is a wonderful person. Before I knew I loved her I was nobody. She completed me. She is the side of me that I was missing, the side of me that I needed and if she was gone it would be like I didn't even exist. As long as these children are raised by her, I know they will be happy."

"Freddy," Sam started but was cut off as Freddy leaned in and kissed her ever so softly.

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"Dam it!" Spencer yelled.

"What is it?" Carly asked poking her head around the corner.

"The snack machine took my dollar but won't give me my freaking snickers!" Spencer yelled kicking the machine.

"Oh god," Carly said turning back around and looking back at her magazine. There was a loud crash and a girly yelp.

"Carly!" Spencer yelled, "The machine fell on me!"

Carly sighed and tossed her magazine down onto the table. She stood and walked to the snack machines.

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"Finally home," Sam said sitting on the couch slowly.

"We would have been home hours ago if they didn't have to put Spencer's leg in a splint," Carly said sitting next to Sam.

"It wasn't my fault," Spencer said.

"Come on Freddy," Mrs. Benson said tapping his good shoulder. She had stayed by his side the entire time he was in the hospital, not a person in the world could drag her away from him. Kind of scary really, "We have to get you home and wrap some ice around your shoulder to stop the swelling."

"Mom," Freddy protested, "That's what the meds are for."

"Just do as I say," Mrs. Benson said walking out of the apartment.

"I'll see you guys later," Freddy said waving. He leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek. He whispered, "I love you."

"I love you to," Sam said smiling.

"Freddy!" Mrs. Benson yelled from across the hall.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back turning and walking towards his apartment.

"Well we have to call a lawyer," Spencer said propping his leg up onto the chair.

"Why do we need to call a lawyer?" Sam asked.

"We have to work on your testimony," Carly said.

"Oh," Sam said sighing, "I forgot about that."

"How could you forget about it Sam?" Freddy asked, "The entire town knows about it. You were on the news and everything. I heard that the entire court will be on tv!"

"Is that good or bad?" Sam asked.

"Good," Carly said, "Now if he ever gets out or anything like that, everyone will know him and wont trust him or anything."

"So, I've ruined his life?" Sam said.

"He doesn't deserve a life at all after what he did to you," Spencer said.

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Three Months Later

"All stand for Judge Paige," The voice yelled through the courtroom. Sam stood slowly, staring down at the floor as the women in the black cloak walked in and sat in her seat.

"You may be seated," Judge Paige said.

Sam looked around the large room, her mind racing. Devon sat across the room in an orange jumpsuit and his hands cuffed. A woman sat in the seat behind him wearing a simple grey dress. Her eyes were red behind her layers of makeup, trying to hide her puffy cheeks. That was his wife.

"We are here today with Devon Flacomeo, charged with rape, assault and attempted murder of Samantha Puckett. Also the hospitalization of Fredward Benson after a gunshot to the shoulder from his gun," The officer said, "If found guilty he faces life in the state correctional facility and a one and a half million dollars in medical bills and another five hundred thousand for each victim for pain and suffering."

"Mr. Tokin's," The judge said to Sam's lawyer, "You may begin."

"There was a disgusting act of cruelty on August 15th of this year to a miss Samantha Puckett," Mr. Tokin began, "She was enjoying herself at a nice Kuttle fish concert when a sick man decided to put something in her drink and use her for bodily needs. He left this girl, still doped up on the side of a rode, after raping and beating her. The girl ends up pregnant, left scared and alone with a baby inside of her, afraid to tell anyone. Then she is kicked out of her home and then kidnapped again by this low-life. She is beaten and almost killed, only because that man didn't want to hurt his own life, when he had already destroyed another. That's my opening statement."

"And a long one at that," The Judge said. He nodded at the defense attorney beside Devon, "Mr. Peterson, you may make your opening statement."

"My client, Mr. Flacomeo," Mr. Peterson said as he stood, "Feels like he is being accused of much more than what he did. He admits to beating her but it is a lie that he raped her. She gave herself willingly to an older man, lying about her young age. My client is guilty, guilty of being treated like a rapist and being thrown in prison for this last month."

"Mr. Tokin," The judge said, "You may bring up your first witness."

"I call Samantha Puckett to the stand," Mr. Tokin said. He paused as Sam stood. She stepped around the table, her hands cradling her stomach carefully. She walked up to the police officer, who held out a bible to her.

"Do you sware to tell the full truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?" The police officer asked as Sam placed her hand on the bible.

"I do," Sam said. She took her hand down and walked up to the thick chair. She sat slowly and folded her hands over her lap.

"Mrs. Puckett," Tokin's said, "Could you please tell the jury everything that happened on August 15, 2009."

"I had planned on going to this Kuttle fish concert for weeks," Sam said staring down at her hands, "I was going with my friend Carly but she skipped out at the last minute to go on a date with some boy. Anyway, I went to the concert and I was really enjoying it when a man came up to me."

"Did he tell you his name?" Mr. Tokin asked.

"Yeah," Sam said, "He said his name was Devon, Devon Flacomeo."

"Alright," Mr. Tokin said, "What happened after you two met?"

"We started talking about Kuttle Fish and other random things," Sam said, "After a little while, maybe twenty minutes, he offered me a soda from his bag. I didn't think much of it so I said yes and I turned to watch the concert. I heard him open it and then he handed it to me. As I sipped the soda I started to feel dizzy. It was as if the world was spinning around. I'm not sure what but there was something in it. It is really hazy but I remember being led out of the concert by someone and being put into the backseat of a van. I remember being kissed but I am not sure by whom."

"And then what happened Miss Puckett," Mr. Tokin asked.

"My senses started to heighten again," Sam said, "I only drank half of the soda so I guess it was suppose to last longer. Anyway, I was finally able to see the man."

"And what did he look like?" Mr. Tokin asked.

"He had dark skin, almost olive and he had black hair, as dark as the night," Sam said, "His eyes were dark like his hair and he had very sharp features and a little bit of stubble."

"Alright, what happened after you were able to look at the man?" Tokin asked.

"I started to freak out," Sam said her body starting to shake; "He was undressing me. I tried to stop him. I was so weak though. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the seat. His rough stubble was pressing against my cheek. He ripped off my pants and started to touch me through my underwear. I tried to push him away. I screamed at him and tried to hit him. He hit me instead. Hit me right across my left cheek."

"And then what happened?" Tokin asked.

"He took off my underwear," Sam said, her voice shaking just as much as her body, "And he started to undo his pants. I started crying. I begged him to let me go. I lost count on how many times I said please. None of it worked. He took his pants off and lifted my legs. I begged him to stop. He shoved himself into me. I screamed out and begged him to stop. He shoved into me over and over. It hurt so badly. I wanted him to stop but I had no power over him. He wouldn't stop no matter how much begged."

"Were you a virgin before he raped you?" Tokin asked.

"Yeah," Sam said. She looked up from her hands to stare at the many sets of eyes looking back her. Devon glared at her, his eyes glowing with hatred. She looked away; her heart jumping with fear.

"When did he let you go?" Tokin asked.

"After he came in me," Sam said, "After he was done he just lay on me for a few minutes while I sobbed. Then he stood and pulled his pants back up. He threw my clothes at me and told me to get dressed. After I got dressed he just opened the door and threw me out on to the side of the street and just drove away."

"Miss Puckett," Tokin said, "Had Mr. Flacomeo use any kind of protection?"

"No," Sam said, "Not that I know of."

"And what happened to you because of that?" Tokin asked.

"I became pregnant," Sam said.

"Are you sure it is his?" Tokin asked.

"Yes," Sam said, "I was a virgin before I met him and I haven't had sex since."

"How far along are you?" Mr. Tokin asked.

"Five months and two weeks," Sam said, "I went to the doctor yesterday and he told me the exactly how far."

"When are you due to give birth?" Tokin asked.

"May," Sam said, "May 24th."

"Are you ready to take care of this baby?" Tokin asked.

"No," Sam said, "Not at all but as long as I stay strong and my friends are there for me. I'll be okay."

"You seem confident Miss Puckett," Tokin said.

"Yeah," Sam said looking down at Carly, Spencer and Freddy, "I need to be if I'm going to raise a baby."

Sam sat in the rest of that court room twisting a piece of paper between her fingers, listening to all the lies that Devon and his lawyer tried to think up. They had an unbelievable testimony that was horribly put together. Every now and then she would look up at Devon and the hatred in his eyes would pierce her heart. She waited, holding her breathe as the jury came to a decision.

"Your honor," One jury member said. Sam stared down at the floor as the man straightened his shirt and opened his mouth, "We find the defendant guilty of rape and assault and attempted murder of Samantha Puckett."

"Mr. Devon Flacomeo," The judge said, "You are sentenced to life in prison and a fine of two and a half million dollars."

"Yes!" Freddy yelled jumping up. Carly did the same as they high fived.

Sam looked up from the floor to catch Devon Flacomeo's eyes as he stared back at her. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw the last thing she expected. His expression suddenly softened and his glare faded and he closed his eyes and crunched up his brow. He bowed his head and his shoulders started to shake as he cried.

"We did it Sam," Spencer whispered placing his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at his, Carly and Freddy's smiling faces, her own eyes filling with tears as Spencer whispered once again, "We did it."

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Wow that was really hard! I had no clue how to write a trial scene XDXD yeah I know I cut out a lot of the trial but I had too. I watched probably 30 episodes of Law and Order and still had no idea what to do. I hope this was okay.