Misunderstood

Chapter 2: Caught Thread Handed

Riley took a sharp turn and entered safely into her small, box of a sanctuary that she called home, but something didn't feel right. Oh well she'd figure it out in the morning. The next day she awoke to the sound of the sirens and flashing police lights. "I guess they followed me", Riley mumbled to herself still half asleep. "Freeze!", shouted a hazy figure. She couldn't make out who it was, or what they looked like. "Darn it!!", she said loud enough for most of the police men to hear her. "You have the right to remain silent!", shouted another one of them. "This had happened once before, the whole me being arrested thing, but last time I escaped way to easily with the help of my cell mate", she thought. So not only had the designers been chasing her, but so had the bobbies (That's what the London police are called). They cuffed Riley and gently sat her down in the back of the police car, even though she was under arrest they still treated her like a lady. As they cruised along to the station Riley kicked her feet in anticipation for her next escape. She walked into the old, smelly, police station and saw her old pal Eric, she guessed that he was working as a bobby now. Eric and Riley were in the orphanage together, but he was a few years older, so he got let out before Riley. And So she guessed he was working here now. "Well this isn't awkward", She thought to herself. "Maybe he could help me in my bail", she thought again. They put her in a cell all by herself remembering what happened the last time she was there. Riley sat there until Eric came over to talk to her. "So, what did you do this time?", he asked. She guessed that he had found out about her last run in with the bobbies. "More stealing, speaking of which do you know where they put the fabric I stole?", She replied. "It's over there", he pointed to the tattered box she had stashed the fabric in. "Cool I'll be taking that, right after you help me get out of here.", Riley whispered under her breath. He silently agreed to help her, and once the Sargent was done for the night he took the keys off the hook and let Riley out. She grabbed her box and thanked Eric then she ran out the door and towards her back up hide away where she kept the rest of the fabric. Riley arrived and set the brown, box down next to everything else. "Few", she huffed. Riley felt so relieved that they didn't find her main stash of fabric. She had put weeks and even months of work into this, but after one last trip to the biggest fashion house in London, Riley would finally be ready to begin her plan of success, but getting into the house would require lots of planning. And so she began.