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Hunter's POV

We walk into the court house and I sit in the stands as Everett sits at one of the tables at the front. Mark, Jack, Matt, Ryan and Ethan sit in the stands with me, Matt sitting next to me rubbing circles on my back to calm me down.

A few minutes later, the judge calls the case to start.

"Your honor, we are here today to discuss custody over Everett and Hunter Fischbach. The defendant has committed identity theft, kidnapped the two children with an unofficial document that has been forged and has also helped with the blackmailing of the whole Varsity Soccer team of the local high school."

"Thank you, Mr. Rowland. We shall now hear from the defendant' attorney. What do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

"Thank you. Begin."

"I'd like to call Hunter Fischbach to the stand, please."

I slowly walk up there, being escorted by a policeman. They make me stand on the podium and put my hand on the Bible.

"Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

"I do."

"Please, take a seat."

A man next to my so called parents, stands up and walks toward me.

"What happened on the night that Everett supposedly got raped?"

"I yelled at those people and went upstairs and Everett came in a couple mintues later, we talked, he left then not too long after, there was banging on the wall,"

"Who are those people?"

"Those people I was suppose to call my parents"

"Mhm. And what did you and Everett talk about?"

"Objection!"

"Where is this going?"

"I have a point."

"How stupid those people are..."

"Okay. Now, why are they stupid?"

"Oh I don't know maybe the fact that they thought I liked pink and thought the room they gave me was what I wanted when in reality they don't know what I want also did I mention they were call my dads 'those gays' clearly homophobes, you know."

"Now, that night, you said you heard banging on the walls, correct? How did you know it was your brother? Maybe it could've been Fletcher in there."

"I was guessing what are you expecting from me! I'm 10!"

"And ten year olds are also accountable for murder."

A silence fills the air as o have no response.

"Now, how do you know that your brother was raped again?"

"Can I please leave? This old man is weird and scary!

"Answer the question."

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