Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

40 | Dreamer

Chris's POV

I sat at the table in the interrogation room, my hands behind my back. There was a detective sitting in front of me, showing me images of a man I'd never seen before. We've been here for a few hours now, and he was getting annoyed. He was insisting that I had killed this man. He was saying that my DNA had been found at the crime scene. They'd found hair and fingerprints. Someone framed me. I don't know who, but I'm going to kill them.

"Why did you kill him, Chris?"

"I want my lawyer."

"Answer the question."

"I legally don't have to answer the question. I want my lawyer."

"We have public defender en route." He said.

"I don't need a public defender. I want my attorney. I know my rights." I spoke, my voice low.

He got up angrily and came over to me. He grabbed me my the front of my shirt and got in my face.

"I know who you are. I know what you do. You do not have rights."

I smiled at him, not saying a word. He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, I slammed my head into his face. He let go of me and backed away. He had his hand over his nose and I could see blood dripping.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me."

"I'm gonna fucking bury you." He stormed out of the room, leaving me by myself.

This is gonna be fun.

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I'd finally gotten them to give me my phone call. I'd called my lawyer, and he said he would be here within the hour. I don't necessarily need him, but it's probably best if he's here.

I'm worried about Ricky. Even though he didn't come out and say it, I know he was upset about this. I know he's annoyed with me for how I spoke to him earlier, and I didn't really mean it. I was just annoyed. I know he was trying to make it seem like he didn't care but I know he did.

I wonder if they'll let him come here. I wanna apologize. I didn't get the chance to. I don't even know how this is gonna play out. I don't know if I'll even get bail. I don't know if I'll be able to get out of these charges. I just said that so he wouldn't worry. They have a good case against me with this murder that I didn't fucking commit. And with the drug charges on top of that, I'm fucked.

The door opened and I looked up. It was my lawyer. He sat down across from me and looked at me. "What are they charging you with?"

"Murder. Drugs."

"Murder? Chris, what the hell?"

"I didn't do it. I'm being framed." I told him.

He sighed. "When was the murder committed? Where were you at that time?"

"Like a week and a half ago." I said. "I was abducted along with my...boyfriend. We only got back home yesterday."

"I'm going to assume that because you're here, your abductor is dead?" He sighed.

I nodded.

"Is your boyfriend willing to testify that you were with him?" He asked. "You'll have to come up with a story. If the court finds out about the abduction, they'll investigate and you'll definitely have a murder charge on you, even if it was in self defense."

"I wasn't actually the one that killed him but that's a murder charge I'm willing to take."

"Eh, I don't think bringing it up is the best idea. It'll drag the case out longer."

I nodded. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"Tell one of them to bring Ricky here."

"I don't know that they'll let you see anyone."

"Just try. I need to talk to him." 

"I'll see what I can do." He pulled a pen and a notepad out of his bag. "But just in case I can't, write whatever you wanna say and I'll give it to him."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm going to go speak with the detective. Please refrain from attacking anyone else before they charge you with that too."

"I'll do my best."

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Ricky's POV

"Well can't you bail him out? You have access to his money." I said.

Maria shook her head. "There is no bail. The case is too high profile."

"Fuck." I groaned. "I don't want him to go to jail."

"None of us do, Ricky. We're doing everything we can."

Just then, Remington ran into the kitchen. "Come look at the news!"

We jumped up and followed him to the living room where everyone was gathered around the TV. As soon as we sat down, Spencer unpaused it.

"Breaking news, alleged drug lord and mob boss, Chris "Motionless" Cerulli, has been arrested for the murder of 33 year old Oliver Sykes, last Monday. Sykes was a known rival drug dealer in the area. Motionless is believed to have killed him over territory and money." The anchor spoke. "Motionless is facing the death penalty. There is currently no bail. Here's a clip from an interview we did with the Chief of the Scranton police force."

It went to a video of the same woman talking to a cop.

"Well, we've been trying to get this guy for a while now, but there was never enough solid evidence to make an arrest. He's believed to be responsible for at least 34 deaths and disappearances in the surrounding areas. We found his DNA at the crime scene-"

Spencer paused it again. "Chris wouldn't have killed Oli. He had no reason to. Oli works on his own turf."

"Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have. We were still looking for him last Monday. He wasn't here." Andy said.

"Last Monday was when we got the orders to enact the protocol." Danny told us.

"That's right. Chris didn't kill him." Ryan Ashley said. "He's being framed."

"What do we do?" I asked.

"There's nothing we can do. We have to wait it out and hope Chris knows what he's doing." TJ said.

"Who would try to frame Chris though?" Remi asked.

"There's countless people. Chris has a lot of enemies." Andy explained.

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comment what you think is gonna happen

ik this chapter is kinda short but I didn't wanna keep jumping back and forth with it so they next one will be longer

~xxLux