Framed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

The drive home was easy. Three hours sleeping and an hour rocking out to music on my phone. Dad seemed to be preoccupied, which seemed dangerous since he is driving.

We turn into the neighborhood entrance. It's all so familiar. Memories of me running around with my neighbors and playing soccer in the park with Casey. Especially that one time I went for a penalty shot and I hit him in the nose. It was luckily not broken but it bleed so much, mom called the paramedics.

"What the..." Dad says as we turn into the court. I look up. Two police cars sit in our driveway.

"What's going on?" I ask. He shakes his head.
We park on the street and walk up to the house.

"What on earth!" Dad exclaims. Our door is bust open and Officer Riggs stands in the entrance. "What is going on?"

Officer Riggs looks up from a clipboard.
"It seems your daughter has been accused of being the culprit of the robbery that has taken place on June 30th, 2016 at Willard's Jewelry." Riggs explains. My jaw drops. He nods to the rookie officer who instructs me how to place my hands behind my back.

"Dad! I didn't do anything! I'm a witness!"

"I'm afraid Detective Dame has all evidence leading to you."

The handcuffs click into place and the rookie puts his two fingers between the cuffs to make sure they're not too tight or loose. He gives me my rights and then walks me to the squad car.
I sit down in the back and look at Dad arguing with Dame. I can't hear anything but Dame storms off inside and dad follows. Officer Riggs climbs into the drivers seat and glances at me.
"Riggs, I didn't do anything!"

"I'm sorry, Olivia. Just doing my job."

The rookie smiles about something. Does he really find this funny?
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Riggs stops me at the room where they take the mugshots and finger prints. They don't need that information.

"The cells are full. So I guess we'll go straight to questioning."

"Wait. Can I use the bathroom?"

He nods and unlocks the hand cuffs when we reach the ladies room.

"I'll be outside."

I lock the door and go into my pocket. Luckily the rookie forgot to search me. I go through my phone contacts and press call on Jake's information.

Straight to voicemail.

"Jake, I need your help. I'm being accused of the robbery. Come in and tell my dad I requested a lawyer. Hide your tattoo, they know Dead Mercy's updated tattoo."

I never thought I'd have to ask for Jakes help.
Riggs knocks on the door.

"Just a minute!" I turn on the sink and pretend to wash my hands. I text in the group band text and tell them to get up here now and don't text in this chat. Then I hide my phone behind the trash can and open the door. The handcuffs click back on and we shuffle down the hallway to be questioned.

I hope Jake listens to voicemail's!

I sit down across from the officer my dad trained. The one that watches baseball games with dad when they're not working. 

"My lawyer is coming. I will not be answering any questions regarding the case." He looks at me strange.

"Who is your lawyer?"

"Jake Green."

He nods and sits back.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?"