Framed

Chapter 3 : Evidence?

Chapter 3

The next day...

Riker POV

I had gone down for breakfast today. And things had been bad. I was sitting at this one table, and this guy came out of nowhere, walked up to me, and punched me square in the face!

I fell onto the floor, barely able to defend myself because my hands were handcuffed together. Jim and another officer came running over, and pulled the guy who punched me away.

My nose was bleeding, so Jim brought me to the health office.

Right now, I was looking at the clock. It was almost lunch time, and I was kind of scared to go to lunch today. I didn't want to get hurt again. I wanted to go home!

My morning might not have been the best. But I'd sort of gotten over the whole peeing in front of a camera thing. Jim had told me that they don't just watch my every move. They'd only watch me closely if they thought I was doing something suspicious. And Jim said they had nothing to be suspicious about as of right now. So I felt a little better about that at least.

Jim opened my door.

"Time for lunch, Riker."

I got off my bed, and walked over. I stuck out my hands to be handcuffed. I wasn't even going to try negotiating anything. I just wanted to do whatever was expected of me so maybe I could get out of here. Although, if they thought I killed someone, I don't know how soon I'd be getting let out, if ever...

We walked down a bunch of hallways and stairs to the cafeteria area. I stood in line, and got a bowl of soup. I was kind of suspicious of it though...

I sat down at a table by myself. Jim stood off to the side, watching me. I took a bite of my soup, and it wasn't actually too bad.

Some guy came over, and sat down across from me. I started to freak out inside. But I tried to stay calm on the outside.

"So I hear you're the new guy. You murdered someone, right?"

I looked up at him. He was big. And scary.

"Um... I'm new... But I didn't kill anyone," I said, almost whispering.

"Really?"

"I didn't. But they think I did for some reason."

"You can deny it all you want. They'll never believe you."

"I really didn't do it though."

"I don't believe that. Why are you talking so quietly?"

"I s-shouldn't be here. I should be home."

"You'll never leave. If you killed someone, you'll be here forever."

I felt tears poking at my eyes. I desperately tried to blink them away.

"What's you name?"

"R-Riker."

The guy laughed.

"That's a stupid name."

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I was terrified, and being here was torture!

"Aw, baby Rikey is crying."

I picked up my soup bowl, and brought it to the window for returning dirty dishes. The guy had followed me, and all of a sudden, he pinned me to the wall. I let out some sort of high pitched squeaking sound. He was pulled off of me by his officer. Jim came running over too, and walked me back upstairs to my room.

"Jim, wait!"

He stood in my doorway.

"Why is everyone coming after me?" I asked, quietly.

"You're new. And vulnerable. You don't have a reputation yet, and they're not afraid of you."

I sighed, and sat down on my bed. Jim shut and locked the door. I laid down, staring at the ceiling. I just want to go home...

Later...

Rocky POV

I got a text from a blocked number. But I opened it anyway.

"I framed your brother. Good luck finding out who I am."

My eyes widened. I ran downstairs, and showed it to dad. He decided to go show it to the police.

Later...

Rocky POV

Unfortunately, the police couldn't track the number. And since they don't know who sent it, they have to keep Riker. They always have to think of every possibility, so apparently one of us faking the text is one of them. We need better evidence... But how do we get it?

I started pacing my room, wondering what to do. Why did I get the text? Why not Rydel or Ross? Why me? Did I know the person who texted me? They obviously knew Riker, and knew we were brothers...

I walked to Riker's side of the room, and saw his laptop on the floor. I grabbed it, sat on his bed, and turned it on. I knew his password, so I got access.

I went to his facebook, and scrolled through his friends. I made a list of the people I knew.

I didn't really think any of these people would be murderers. So I started scrolling through his facebook, trying to find anything I could that could help. But after a little while, I found nothing, and gave up. Besides, I was tired. I could look tomorrow...