Elijah looked down at the chains connected to his wrists and ankles. They were heavy and since he hadn't eaten or slept in a long while he could barely lift his hand to scratch his nose, which he had long given up on and just slumped against the metal prison that was jerking him around violently. He was on his way to a local jail, where he would spend his time until the new trial came up. Nobody told him when said trial was coming up; nobody really told him anything he had just overheard Brick arguing with the other officers. He couldn't believe that the man was still fighting for him.

"You know boy, this isn't going to be like the little camp you were just at." One of the officers said in a low southern drawl. Elijah didn't think he was at camp when he was at the correctional facility, getting beaten up on a regular basis by unknown people then figuring out they were guards. "They don't take well to rapists, especially little punk ones." He continued on with a demented chuckle at the end. Elijah didn't bother responding, it was really pointless trying to plead his case, especially to people who already marked him as guilty.

Innocent until proven guilty, yeah right. He thought bitterly.


"But mom, we have to do something." Phoebe said, her throat tightening at the thought of Elijah in jail. Her eyes trailed over to his younger sister who was wringing her hands together nervously. They wouldn't even let her see Elijah before he was shipped off in that horrible iron truck.

"I know Phoebe but we can't possibly do anything until the trial." Phoebe's mother said, pushing back her daughter's hair from her face and kissing her lightly on the forehead. The last thing she needed was for Phoebe to get upset and pass out again.

"Uncle John, you can call in some favors and get them to push up the trial date, right?" Phoebe tried a new tactic, turning to her uncle who was standing next to Abigail with a tense look before his attention snapped to his niece and he thought of all the possibilities. Phoebe's eyes were wide with hope and even her mom was looking at her with a little, if only to help ease her daughters mind a bit.

"I will do everything I can." Brick promised, taking a long step over to her bed and squeezing her hand lightly before walking out to make a couple calls. He knew judges, lawyers, police officers, mayors, and many more so why couldn't he call in a few favors? He knew Elijah wouldn't survive in an adult jail for 5 months until the trial, especially marked as a rapist.

"Um- mom." Phoebe said, catching her mother's eye before glancing over to Abigail. She was glad her maternal side kicked in and she strolled over to the small girl.

"Abigail, dear, where are you staying?" Phoebe's mom said, placing a soft hand on Abigail's shoulder in a comforting motion.

"Oh I was just going to stay at the motel." Abigail said, biting her lip in the lie. Truthfully she only had 100 dollars and she knew that wouldn't last much longer since she had to get over to the motel somehow, which would cost even more money.

"Oh no you're not, Phoebe will be let out later today and you will be coming with us." Phoebe's mom said in a stern, that's-final voice.

"I don't want to put you out." Abigail said with wide eyes.

"Our loft is huge and I'm sure if you don't feel comfortable on the pull out couch Phoebe will be glad to let you sleep on the blow up bed in her room." Phoebe's mom said before standing up to her full height. "I'm just going to talk to her dad about it and everything will be fine." She smiled warmly before leaving.

"Your mothers a wonderful person." Abigail said truthfully and Phoebe smiled, nodding her head in agreement.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you and Elijah?" Phoebe asked quietly, not wanting to intrude but she did want to know more about the silent boy.

"I suppose it's the least I can do." Abigail readjusted herself in her seat before staring at the floor. "We don't have the same dad, Elijah's died a little after he was born and then I was born a little after that. My father left when I was five and our mother started heavily drinking and she would push Elijah around a lot. Then my dad came back when I was 8 and saw the living conditions and took me away to live with him and his new fiancé, they weren't very rich but they were nice. It just got worse for Elijah though, our mom went into depression and really started hurting him, and then she started getting into heavy drugs. When she couldn't pay for them she would run away and Elijah was left alone with drug lords pounding at the door when he was only 11. He ran away after that but the streets weren't much better. He was smaller and people always were picking on him, beating him up. By the time I convinced my dad to let him move in, it was too late. He was always angry and getting into trouble, then my step mom got cancer and Elijah ended up being too much for them so he moved out. Then he ended up Darksters."

"Well... that explains a lot." Phoebe said after several minutes of silence.

3 Days Later

"Okay, thank you so much Uncle John." Phoebe hung up the phone and turned to Abigail with a large smile. "He managed to push the trial up; it's 10 days from now. The lawyers are in overdrive so they are going to be asking you tons more questions and are going to be preparing us both for the trial more than ever also." Abigail nodded atheistically. Unlike Phoebe, Abigail was use to trails and all the questions since she had been in several. She was actually quite worried about the girl who had quickly became one of her friends.

"Will we get to see him before then?" Abigail asked hopefully but Phoebe shook her head. Abigail had already known the answer but it still managed to sadden her every time. The court wouldn't allow either girls to see Elijah because they wanted them to be as unbiased as possible, especially Phoebe who was the one who was supposedly attacked by Elijah.

"But we do have to get you some clothes." Phoebe reminded the younger girl before leaning against the counter in the kitchen, trying to think things through. Her parents had already talked to Abigail's parents and after a long talk, a four hour long talk, they were convinced that Abigail could stay with Phoebe for the remainder of the trial. But Abigail had come unprepared and had been wearing some of Phoebe's clothes.

"I don't really have any money." Abigail admitted with slight shame.

"Don't worry about it, last year I got a job and since my parents don't let me pay for anything I have all of that just waiting to be spent!" Phoebe said with a large grin. "And anyways, I don't have anything for court." Phoebe offered when Abigail still looked unsure.


Oh wow, more filler chapters? Sorry, I'm tiring to get out all the lawyer jarbal right so sorry about the short chapter too! The next one will be longer, hopefully.

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