3 Chapter 3- Jailed

Finally, I was starting to forget about Jack and trying to enjoy my life again, but unfortunately, good things don't happen to me.

It happened on a Monday, I landed in Juvy and accused of what? Murder. I finally understood what Stacie meant by "bigger plans".

I sat in the cold cell looking at my feet, knees together and arms folded. This was so extreme of her, how could she do a thing like this?!?! So horrible at 17?

She framed me for something as unbelievable as this. And no one would definitely go against the President's daughter. Oh yeah, that's who she is. The president can literally 'take care' of anyone that opposes him or his only daughter in the twinkling of an eye.

Flashback...

I was so tired today as my classes were stressful, so I decided to crawl into my bed right away as soon as my dad dropped me home.

I was soundly sleeping and dreaming of sheep jumping over a fence when a loud thud broke me out of my unconsciousness. "What the?"

I turned on the light switch above the bed and rubbed my eyes slightly while climbing out of bed. What I saw was really confusing, making me think I was still dreaming.

"Jack?" I leaned down to examine him and my eyes widened a huge fraction. "Oh my god, oh shit. Jack hang in there, oh God." I tried to stop the bleeding with a napkin.

"Stay with me. Come on." I yelled while reaching for my phone. "All...Allison...Help." He muttered out so softly I barely heard him. I eyed the knife which stuck out from his chest and tears began streaming my face.

"Yes...hello officer," I said wiping my tears with bloody hands.

"Um... I need help, please can the paramedics come over...someone's h-hurt badly. Please hurry!" I exclaimed. "White estate, house 19A. Yes please....okay...thanks."

I ended the call and dropped my phone. "Jack...Jack...stay with me, an ambulance is coming." I brushed his hair to the side and more tears streamed down my face.

My parents had gone on a trip to shoot a movie after my dad dropped me home. They went straight to the airport and I was absolutely scared.

Some minutes later, I heard the sounds of the siren from both police cars and an ambulance. "Jack, let's go...they're here. Can you stand it?" I asked his pale looking face. The tears had dried on my face as my hair stuck to it and were probably messy now.

He nodded and inhaled sharply as we stood and began walking down the stairs. The lights from the vehicle made my vision disoriented as the paramedics rushed over to us and took Jack from my grip.

I made my way to where they were taking him in hopes to stay by his side. Where was his so-called new girlfriend now? "Scuse me, ma'am." I was pulled back slightly by a man in his slight 40s.

"You need to come with us to the station ma'am." He nodded to his side as two men came over and grabbed hold of my hands. "Um...what's going on? If it's to give an account why am I being rough- handled?" I said trying to release my hands.

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for the murder of Jack Roger." I heard a clinking sound as the men released their hands from me. I was now handcuffed.

"What? This is all a misunderstanding, I called you guys to help me, why would I murder him?" I said as tears blurred my vision.

"You have the right to remain silent ma'am. Any other word will be used against you in court." I was being led into a police car.

"But I'm just a kid?" I muttered as the car sped off. I looked back at the ambulance and noticed it went in a different direction from the hospital. Nevertheless, I hoped Jack was holding up."

After some bantering, I was led to a cell and was told I would stay overnight. I walked inside and they locked it behind me. I moved to the wall and slid down; my arms around my knees and n=my head down.

"Ma'am you have a visitor." I was woken up by a familiar voice. I looked up and saw the officer, then he moved aside and I saw a face I did not want to see. Stacie.

"What do you want," I said standing up and moving towards the door.

"Allison...how could you. You nearly killed Jack!" She cried out and I looked at her plainly.

"I didn't do anything. I'm innocent." I folded my arms across my chest.

"Liar!" She screamed at me and brought a tissue from her Gucci purse and cried into it. I just rolled my eyes and sighed.

She wiped her tears and chuckled lowly then came closer and brought her voice down. "You still don't get it?" I was perplexed at this point and rose an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" I asked questioningly.

"I did it." She plastered a smirk on her face. I put my hands down and my eyes widened. I placed my arms behind my back and tapped my watch's screen to record.

"What?" I threw my hands up in the air.

"I mean I did it. Jack and I planned to get you out of the picture for good, so I made some calls and got some actors waved some cash in their face and they played along. Jack was unharmed, we did pretty well with the acting."

I moved closer to her." But the blood and the paleness."

"Sweetie, haven't you heard of powder and food coloring?"

"So this was what you meant by big plans huh?"

"Surprise." She laughed evilly and turned on her heel to walk away. "Have a nice life Allison." Then she continued feigning tears as she rushed out of the station.

Later in the day, my parents came for me and I told them about my encounter with Anastasia, they took my watch and said they would play it in court.

I was still completely surprised they didn't consider my age.

The next day, I was taken to court and the lawyer my parents hired played the recording after the procedures had taken place. Everyone in the courtroom gasped and the judge silenced the murmuring. I was innocent and so the judge said I was free to go.

Nothing happened to Stacie and Jack due to her power and position, but I was glad I could go home and take a shower, eat proper food. I'm sure she would be scolded by her dad- The President but that wouldn't be enough.

My parents had to go back to Italy immediately to continue their shoot but I was satisfied, at least I won't go to jail. Time to finally live happily.