The Midnight Club Riverdale (Volume 2)

Fred's POV: Cuffed

Sorry if this part is short I just don't really have a lot to do from Fred's Pov at the moment <3

I closed my eyes, the music of the guitar filling my ears, the rhythm pumping through my body. I strummed the strings and listened to the soft melody. I hadn't written a song in a while, I guess you could say I sort of had writers block. I just didn't really have anything to write about. Another bad thing was that The Fred Heads was kind of going through a rough time at the moment. FP and Alice had broken up, Me and Hermione had broken up, Sierra was kind of sick of all the drama and Alice and Hermione were at each others throats. So I guess we don't really have a band anymore, so that sucks. I placed my guitar down and looked through the music sheets. I smiled as I took a trip down memory lane, looking through the songs I had written over the years. There was 'Treason' 'Money' 'Joy' and my favourite, 'Purple Rain' The song I'd written for Hermione last year. My smile faded as I remembered all times I'd played it for her, when things had been perfect, bittersweet. Too good to be true. I thought back to last night when I'd punched Jaime. It was bound to happen eventually. I guess I'd completed my dare, but I didn't do it because of that, I did it because I'd wanted to. I'd been so angry. I was so angry. I didn't regret it though, he'd had it coming for a long time. I was distracted from thoughts when the doorbell rang, followed by a knock "I'll get it!" I heard my mom shout to my dad from downstairs. I heard her open the door, then a few voices "Fred!" my mom shouted "Come done there's people here who need to talk to you!" People? Like who? "Coming!" I shouted getting up from my desk. Who could possibly want to talk to me? I left my room and ran down the stairs. My heart started beating fast as I saw who was at the door. Three police officers, dressed in uniform, inside my house- and they wanted to talk to me. Surely it wasn't about the punch? Jaime wouldn't report me would he? It would make him look weak "Hey, officers, what's going on?" I asked, I glanced at my mom who looked just as confused as I was. One of the cops cleared his throat "Mr Andrews, we have reason to believe you were involved in a recent murder" My mom gasped. What? What did they mean they thought I was involved in a murder? "What on earth?!" My mom cried "How dare you come into my house and accuse my son of that!" I shook my head "I'm sorry officer, but I think there's been a mistake, I'd never...never do anything like that" The cops glanced at one another "What would make you think that?" I asked "There's evidence to show it" I laughed nervously "No, there has to be a mistake okay that's crap" One of the cops neared me, handcuffs in their hands "Hey, what are you-" Before I could do anything else I was being turned around, handcuffs placed firmly around my wrists "Fred Andrews you are under arrest for being involved in the murder of Janet Aferton" "What! No I didn't-" "You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can or will be used against you in the court of law, you have the right to an attorney" As he continued I looked at my mom, there was fear in her eyes, she was scared. I was scared too. I was soon dragged outside and put into the back of the police car. I didn't know what had just happened but I had a feeling what it could be. It was three words. The Angel Of Death. He'd done this.