Framed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

The police station is warm, probably the first time I've ever been warm in here. Instead of putting me in the holding cell or interrogation room, Officer Riggs brings me to the all too familiar Sheriff's office.

"Olivia." His voice isn't the soft, fatherly voice like he used this morning when he left for duty. No it's his police officer voice.

"Dad, it wasn't me! This man-"

He's puts his hand up to stop me.

"Olivia. We know it wasn't you. But you were at the scene and you had the evidence."

"Good. This man shoved the jewels in my hand. I got scared when I saw Officer Riggs because I'm not suppose to be near stuff like this."

"Olivia, it was a robbery. You could not have prevented where you were."

"I know. I threw the necklace and rings in one of those community mail boxes."

"An officer and the rookie got the jewelry. Was the man wearing gloves?" I stare at dad. Did he? "It's important to know."

"I know. I know. I think he was. I can't remember." Dad nods. He doesn't look mad, but he's probably mad because I ran from the police.

"Okay. Your mother is in the front." Oh no. Mom. She's going to kill me.

Dad calls Officer Riggs in and he takes off my handcuffs. I say bye to dad and the officer walks me to the front.

Just as Officer Riggs opens the door, mom runs up to me. He saves me from moms rage by explaining what happened. Her face softens but anger is still present.

Officer Riggs says bye and winks at me as he opens the door we just came from.

Mom doesn't speak the whole car ride until we get inside the house.

"Olivia, I'm sick of going to the police station every time you get in trouble. You're the sheriff's daughter! Do you have any idea how bad this looks?"

I look down at the kitchen floor.

"I called your Aunt Isabelle, you're staying at her house for a month."

"Mom!" She gives me that deadly deal with it look. I roll my eyes and storm up to my room.
There's no point in arguing with mom so I take my suitcase out of the closet.

My hamper overflows with clothes. I pick out what I want from the hamper. I'll just do the laundry at Isabelle's.

Anger still burns inside me, not even music calms me. They better find that man.