Drunk In Love (A Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter Fifteen - Court Hearing.

(Mitch's POV)

"I'm scared, Kirst." I sighed. It was the day of the both Scott and Michael's court hearing.

"Why?" She asked me, sitting on the couch next to me.

"Because, Kirst. Scott could face up to fifteen years! What the fuck am I gonna do without him?! As for Michael, well, he's fucked really. He'll be in for life, no doubt." I ran my hand through my hair.

"I'm sure Scott will be fine, Mitch. He's Scott, he'll think of a way to get around this." Kirstie put her arm around me. I don't think she knows how worried I am.

"But this is the Police we're dealing with!" I cried.

"Mitchie, you worry too much. Anyway, we need to go visit Kevin, we haven't seen him since he got outta hospital." She stood up and grabbed her keys.

"Okay." I mumbled, following her out of the door and to her car.

(Avi's POV)

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"I'll get it!" Kevin shouted, hobbling down the stairs with his crutches.

"Babe!" I shouted. "I told you not to leave bed! You aren't meant to move your leg!" Kevin sighed.

"But it's boring in bed!" He whined.

"Tough shit." I laughed and shook my head.

"It would be much more fun if you were in bed with me......" Kevin bit his lip.

"Stop! You know how much that fucking turns me on - STOP!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Once you've recovered." I walked up the stairs to were Kevin was stood, and placed a kiss on his lips. "I'm all yours."

"Good." He smiled.

"Upstairs, now. You need to rest!" I pointed up the stairs, before Kevin sadly pouted.

"FINEEEEE!" He went upstairs.

"Hey, how are you guys!" I asked Mitch and Kirstie as they stood in the doorway.

"Nervous." Mitch told me. "It's Scott and Michael's court hearing today."

"Oh shit, I thought that was tomorrow!" I scratched my head. Shit.

"HAH! TOLD YOU IT WAS TODAY AVI!" Kevin shouted from upstairs.

"Fuck off, Kev" I laughed.

"Anyway, what time does it start?" I asked Mitch.

"2:30, so that's in three hours." He told me, checking the time on his phone.

"We'll meet you there." I nodded, adjusting my beanie.

"Okay, well we just wanted to quickly pop round to see if you're coming. We'll be off then!" Mitch smiled.

"Okay, thanks for visting!" I told him.

"Hope your leg gets better, Kevin!" Kirstie shouted upstairs to Kevin.

"Thanks Kirst!" He yelled back.

"Byeeee" Mitch sang.

"Bye!" Kirstie gave me a small wave.

"See ya!" Kevin shouted.

"Goodbye!" I shut the door.

(Scott's POV)

"Okay, Mr Hoying. So, you were charged with attempted murder. How do you plead?" The judge asked me. I've been in this court hearing for 20 minutes, and let me tell you, it isn't very fun.

"Guilty." I hesitated before answering. It's true, I was trying to kill Michael. There was no point lying. I heard Mitch sob loudly as I answered.

"Okay, we will discuss your sentence." The judge told me, and I was escorted out of the room.

"Right, they're ready for you again, sir." The security man told me. I nodded and allowed him to take me back to the court room.

"Just a second, Mr Hoying." I nodded as the judge turned to Michael.

"Mr Grassi." She shook her head. "You have been charged for rape, murder, attempted murder, and sexual assault. How do you plead?"

"Guilty as FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Michael shouted. I'm pretty sure he had no idea what he was saying, I mean he's pretty messed up. Either that, or he was high as a fucking kite.

"Right." The judged sighed.

"There's no point discussing this. You've got yourself a life sentence." The judged said. Michael didn't say anything, he just stared at the ground.

"WOOOOOO! WOOP WOOP WOOP!" Kirstie shouted.

"Excuse me?" The judged looked at Kirstie.

"Sorrynotsorry." Kirstie mumbled as she sat down. I shook my head.

"Mr Hoying." The judge turned back to me.

"You shot Mr Grassi in the stomach, now I don't know whether that's where you were aiming, but I do know this. The maximum time you can get for attempted murder is fifteen years. You and I both know that it wasn't self defence, and that you deliberately shot him. However, taking everything Michael did into serious consideration, we have decided you won't be in for that long." I let out a deep breath. Few. At least I won't be in for 15 years.

"Scott Richard Hoying, you have been sentenced to five years in jail."