Framed (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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The guards were suspicious that evening, but nobody could prove who killed John Lennon.

Michael went to bed in his own bunk, but was awoken in the middle of the night by a long, terrified scream.

"Micky!" Michael jumped down from his bunk and slapped his hand over the boy's mouth. "Christ, do you want Tork to come running in here?!"

Micky sobbed against the hand and Michael pulled it away. He was annoyed, but a little concerned too. "What the hell happened?"

"N-Nightmare."

Michael felt a twinge of guilt. He knew it was possible that the nightmare could've been about him, especially after what he said, and he hated how pathetic it made him felt. "Was the nightmare about me?"

"N-No," Micky shook his head. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks, dripping onto the mattress.

"What was it, then?"

"P-Paul."

"Who the hell is Paul?"

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