Framed

Chapter 8 : Leaving jail

Chapter 8

A few days later...

Riker POV

I stayed under my bed, curled in a ball, pressed against the wall. I was too scared to do anything anymore. I wasn't eating, which made me feel weak. And I wasn't sleeping so well either. The slightest noises woke me.

Jim kept bringing me water, but I didn't drink much. I felt sick, and I was scared to death.

Jim wasn't happy with me at all. He kept threatening to report my behavior to someone. But as far as I knew, he hadn't yet. But that might change today...

I was waiting for Jim to come back. He'd gotten really mad when he found out I wasn't coming out to go to the bathroom anymore. He was trying to be nice, offering me a change of clothes if I would come out. But I refused. I wasn't coming out ever again no matter what.

My door flew open, and I saw a bunch of feet. I was instantly terrified! What if all those guys are here to kill me!?

One of them knelt down, and it was a nurse. She was looking at me with a soft expression on her face.

"Riker, won't you please come out?"

"No!"

"We won't hurt you. I promise."

"No!"

I grabbed onto my bed, which was bolted to the floor.

"Riker, come on. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"No!"

I clung to my bed. I felt people grab me, and they started trying to pull me out. I couldn't hang onto my bed for very long because I was so weak. Once I was out from under my bed, I tried fighting against them to get away. I thrashed around, doing everything I could, but they held me down. And then someone stuck a needle in my arm. Everything got all blurry, and then went black.

Rocky POV

We'd gone to the police, and told them about that guy, Bryan. But since there wasn't really any evidence besides him not being at school, they couldn't do anything.

I heard a knock on my door, and called for whoever it was to come in. Rydel came in, and shut the door.

"Rocky, maybe we're going about this all wrong. What if instead of trying to prove Bryan guilty, we prove Riker innocent?"

"How?"

"Go back to the principal, and go get proof that Riker was in class the day of the murder."

"Oh... Good thinking!"

Later that day...

Rocky POV

I'd taken pictures, proving Riker was in class, and dad took them to the police. They wanted to go to the school themselves to check it out, but if the records said he was in class, then the police said he'd be let go, free of any charges.

We were all having dinner, minus dad, who was at the police station. The phone started ringing, so mom got up to answer it.

"Hello? He is!? Why!? Give me the address."

She started writing stuff down. She seemed upset about whatever it was.

"Yes, me and my husband will be there tonight. Yes."

She hung up, and then sat down again at the table.

"What was that about?" Ross asked, quietly.

"That was the police."