Framed

Chapter 1 : Arrested

Chapter 1

Riker POV

I heard knocking on the front door. But since I was upstairs, I didn't go down to answer it.

I was watching TV with Rocky right now. We'd been doing this pretty much all day. It was Saturday, and we felt like being lazy.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on our bedroom door.

"Come in!" Rocky called.

The door opened, revealing several policemen. I was so confused.

"Riker Lynch?" One of them asked.

I slowly raised my hand, still confused.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Link McLaughlin."

"I'm what!?"

"Stand up, please."

"But I didn't do anything!"

I started to panic, but I stood up anyway. I knew better than to go against the police. One of them turned me around, and my hands were handcuffed tightly behind my back. It sort of hurt a little bit. I was staring at Rocky, scared to death. He had the same look as I did on his face, confused and scared.

Someone grabbed my arm, and started pulling me downstairs. My siblings had all gathered around, and mom was arguing with one of the officers downstairs.

"Mom, w-what's going on!?" I asked, starting to tremble inside.

Mom didn't say anything. The police officer holding my arm started pulling me out the door. He put me in the back of his car, and buckled my seatbelt. My hands were squished behind my back, and it was really uncomfortable. I started shaking really hard as he got in the front, and drove away.

I was trying so hard not to burst into tears, but I was terrified. They thought I murdered someone!? This was insane! I can't go to jail! I didn't even finish my senior year of high school yet!

There's no way I'll be able to survive in jail! There are too many scary looking people! They'll all kill me!

Rocky POV

"This is stupid! Riker didn't murder anyone! He's not even brave enough to skip class with me!" I said, annoyed.

"What was that, Rocky?" Mom asked, giving me a look.

"I mean... Um... Riker didn't do it. That's my point!"

The police had all left a few minutes ago. They'd said that if mom wanted to talk about Riker, she'd have to come down to the police station and speak to this one person I forget the name of. She'd called dad, and he was coming home early from work so he could go yell at them for arresting Riker.

I was sort of freaking out inside though. Riker's a little bit of a scaredy cat at times. And I don't know how well he's going to handle this.

Riker POV

A little while later, we arrived at the jail. It was maximum security. These would be the scariest people!

The officer parked, and then pulled me out of the car. I let out a whine when he grabbed my arm tight. It hurt! And he was being really rough with me!

He brought me inside, and walked to some office area. He signed me in or whatever, and then walked me down some hallways to another room. It had stacks of clothing. He unlocked my handcuffs, and left, closing the door being himself. I was alone with another guy now.

He got up, and walked around me, looking up and down my body. I felt so shy under his eyes, and I just wanted to run and hide.

He grabbed me some clothes, and then pushed me into this changing area thing. It was a small stall with a door that barely even covered my waist. I closed the small door, and got undressed. He was staring at me the whole time, probably thinking I'd try to kill him or run away. But I wasn't a murderer, and I was going to do my best to follow the rules, even if I felt extremely uncomfortable, like I did right now.

I pulled on the new underwear, socks, white sneakers, and an orange jumpsuit that had short sleeves. I came out of the stall, holding my old clothes. The guy took them from me, put them in a bag, and put my name on it.

Another guy came in, and handcuffed my hands tightly behind my back again. He held onto my arm, and walked me out of the room. We went down a few hallways until we came to an office type room. He pulled me in, and sat me down in a chair in front of a guy sitting at a desk. I was nervously staring at the floor.

"Riker, my name is Mr.Smith. I manage all prisoners here. Let me tell you how this is going to work. The man standing next to you is Jim. He will basically be managing you. Every day, he will walk you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And you also get 1 hour to be outside for exercise. The better you behave yourself, the better you'll be treated. You can earn different privileges from good behavior. But if you don't behave yourself, things will be very unpleasant for you, and you could end up in solitary confinement. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded my head quickly.

"Do you have any questions or anything you want to say?"

"I-I d-didn't murder a-anyone," I whispered, trying to hold back my tears.

"Yeah, that's what they all say. Jim will take you to your room now."

Jim took my arm, and he started walking me down the halls again. I was shaking so bad. We walked up a few flights of steps until we finally came to a small room. It was probably only about 10 feet by 10 feet. It was tiny.

"This is your room. I'll be back later to bring you to dinner."

He took off my handcuffs, and pushed me into the room. He locked the door, and I just kind of stood there, not even knowing what to do.

A/N : First chapter. Hope you liked it! ~Kylie