The Yogscast affair

The Judge.

"People of the jury, today we are here to discuss the suspected murder of Charlie Manson by Kim Richards." The Judge bellowed, sending a chill down his spine.

Duncan fiddled with a small ring in his pocket, anxious. Sweat dripped across his face as the Judge's words echoed throughout the room.

Kim and Hannah sat on one side and Duncan sat with Charlie's mother on the other.
I should have hired a lawer, shit! Kim thought, biting her lip.
Charlie... Kim thought, her thoughts drowning out Charlie's mother's voice as she spoke softly.
The blood, the knife, the body, the blood, her face, her scream, the blood, her eyes, the floor, the blood, the blood, the blood enough for two, the blo-

"Kimothy Richards!" The words bounced around the room and burrowed into her skull. The room became silent, waiting.

Hannah nudged her arm. "Stand up and say something!" She urged quietly, almost angry.

Kim stood to her feet, straightening her clothes with her hands. "Um... Yes?" She stumbled, seeing Hannah burry her face in her hands.
She's not gonna win this. Hannah thought.

"Do you have an answer for Mrs Mason's question?" The judge said sternly, his stare piercing hers.

"She asked why you did it!" Hannah whispered angrily,  lifting her head slightly.

'Thank you' Kim mouthed, clearing her throat.

"I... didn't do i-"

"LIES!" Duncan exclaimed, slamming his hands against the table and cutting off Kim's feeble attempt. Charlie's mother coaxed him back into his seat, slowly shaking her head.

"I... admit it."

Her words pierced Hannah like an arrow through the heart as everyone in the jury gasped.

"You plead guilty?" The Judge stated, pushing Hannah over the edge.

"Kim! You're meant to deny it! I don't want to lose you!" She exclaimed sobbing, jumping to her feet and charging out of the room. No one tried to stop her.

"PMS." Someone in the jury whispered, causing others to giggle.

Duncan and Kim turned to face the person, anger bubbling inside them.

"Hey! Fuck you asshole!" The two screeched in unison, straining their voices. Surprised, they turned to eachother, their gazes accidently meeting.

Duncan hadn't seen her mahogany, dreamy eyes for so long. They stared at eachother, frozen for a few seconds, the room eerily silent.

Kim almost broke a smile.

Without warning, the sound of the Judge's gavel shattered through the air, making them jump.

"Please sit down Mr Jones and Miss Richards!" He yelled, bearing his teeth almost.

Immediately, they cleared their throats and reluctantly sat back into their seats.

Hours passed of Kim's trial but to her it seemed like years of agony.

Charlie's mother sighed.

"I'd like to say something." She spoke softly, rising to her feet. The Judge, almost offended by her unusal stand, gingerly nodded.

"Madison, what are you doing?!" Duncan mumbled, looking up at her wrinkled smile. 'Smile'.

"I... would not like to press charges."

At that moment, the room erupted into anger, chatter, confusion and horror.

"Order, order!" The Judge bellowed, slamming his wooden gavel. "Mrs Manson, I do believe you may have a special place for this girl in your heart but may I remind you, your daughter is dead possibly because of this very girl." He spoke softly, almost passive aggressively.

"I know."

Duncan and Kim's mouth's hung open. Duncan was furious.

"WHAT?!" He screamed, barely stopping himself from slapping the woman.

"I did not smack Hannah Rutherford so you could not press charges!" He finished, breathing heavy, angered breaths.

"Mr Jones, did you abuse Miss Rutherford during this?" The Judge raised an eyebrow.

He swallowed hard, the realisation of his words hitting him hard in the stomach.

"... Figure of speech..." He mumbled, forcing a smile.

"Well, as Mrs Manson has said, she is not pressing charges. So, I will decide that Kim Richards will at the very least serve community service for an extended period of time."

Mrs Manson nodded in agreement and sat back into her seat.

"So, Kim Richards." He cleared his throat. "I hereby sentence you to 10 years of community service for the suspected murder of Charlie Manson." His words made their hearts sink. Murder.

Kim lay silently sprawled out on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Why do I risk myself for this? It might not even be possible. I could lose all my friends yet I'm still listening to her." She spoke, sighing. She pulled her knees up to her chest and lay on her side, still in her day clothes and on top her bed and slept.
Enough blood, for two...