I was framed!

The woman was completely speechless. But then she finally realized what was happening. They were framing her for assault. She stood there just shocked as Terrance Beat Trent onto the ground with the stick. Then right as he was almost done, He threw the stick at her at full force.

She went wide eyed and suddenly grab the stick to keep it from hitting her face. Then she realized she messed up. The stick was now in her hands. Sirens were approaching now. She was standing there, holding the stick. Trent was laying on the ground covered in marks and bruises, bleeding from his lip and nose. He got up with the help of Terrance and then began limping towards the road shouting "HELP SHES CRAZY!!!!!" as Terrance followed him.

Police flashing lights began to strobe blue and red across the walls of the home when the car pulled into the driveway. They saw Trent, Bloody, beaten, and His friend helping him forward. Then They saw the woman standing near a black SUV holding the supposed beating stick. They looked at each other, then quickly slammed the car into park, lept from their doors and drew their firearms pointing them at the woman.

"DROP THE WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!!!!" they shout at her.

The woman was completely dumbfounded. She was simply supposed to be investigating a child abuse case, and was trying to confirm he was the subject she was going to investigate. But before she could even confirm anything, he had gone mental, and framed her for assault!

She dropped the stick and frowned looking at the police officers "This is all a big misunderstanding officers....." she says holding her hands up. They slowly walk towards her reading her her rights "You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, You have the right to a fair and speedy trial, do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" They got closer, one of the officers holstering his weapon while the other stays there pointed at her.

"I am telling you officers, you are making a mistake" She says glaring at them.

They laughed "Ma'am if I had a dollar for every time a criminal said that, I would be able to retire by now. Let me guess, the stick magically beat him and lept into your hands?" He chides her pulling his cuffs from his belt and grabbing her wrists locking them behind her.

She could only open her mouth, that was indeed what had happened, but if she said it now, it would be like a bad cliche. "I am an officer of the court investigating a case" She says to them.

"Sure ya are ma'am, and you just happened to beat this man senseless during the investigation too eh?"

Trent was listening to this, learning more information now than the entire time they were trying to ask her questions before hand. IF she had not been so hard assed and uncooperative, Trent would not have had to resort to his Sure Fire Never Fail Framing plan.

She sighed and just resigned herself to get arrested at this point. She would just talk to the judge tomorrow anyways and have this all fixed. They escorted her back to their cruiser, placed her in the back seat, and took statements from Terrance, Trent, and Akane who was standing at the front door. She said she was inside and came out when she heard the commotion and did not see anything. Which was the truth, as she did not like lieing.

Terrance and Trent said the same thing "She got out of her truck, asked if he was Trent, and when he refused to answer her and she would not answer him, she grabbed the stick and started beating him. They have no idea why as they had never met her before, and she pulled onto his property to start problems." The statements were taken, A tow truck came and towed the SUV away, and they left with her.

Trent, Terrance, and Akane finally went back inside. By this time it was late. Terrance said he was gonna crash, which Trent had no problems with. Trent however had to find his own room. Akane led him up to the Master Suite on the top floor.

When the door was opened the smell of wood and leather entered their nostrils. Inside the room was a four post bed with thick heavy quilted bed spread on top. The wood was a dark color, with light veins. The floor was covered in animal skins of all shapes and sizes. The walls were completely covered in wall paper, with no pictures or decoration otherwise to be seen.

Trent yawns, walks to the bed, falls face first onto it and passes out.

Akane smiles at this, she walks over, takes his shoes and socks off for him. She then pulls the extra covers from the chair and lays them on top of him. "Sweet Dreams Master" She says and then goes and lays down on the small sofa in the room. This was her bed.

The next morning, they all got up, Akane was first getting breakfast made, Trent and Terrance were later.

Trent still had a hard time reminding himself this was real, even when he woke up on that giant poster bed in the master suite of this giant house. It still had not sunk in that it was actually his.

Akane made eggs, toast, some hash browns, and even some thin cut meat pan fried. She even set the table and had positions for each of them ready to go. When everyone got there she poured them all glasses of juice or milk depending on their fancy, and then sat down to eat herself.

After they finished breakfast, and Akane was cleaning up the table. There was a knock on the front door.

Trent walked over to the door, seeing a shadow behind the frosted glass. He grabbed the handle and opened the door. To his surprised, Here was that same woman again. He grumbled and went to close the door but she stopped him. "Please wait. My name is Karen Smith, I am with Child protective services. I am here in response to a complaint."

Trent grinned at her "oh, well WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO!" he says extremely loudly, mocking her. He had indeed asked her who she was and why she was there multiple times, but she refused to answer him.

She grumbled and again refused to acknowledge what he said. "I am here to investigate a complaint of sexual exploitation of a minor, I am coming in, here is my Warrant" and then she pulls a sealed envelope out of her jacket pocket, and hands it to him. She pushes her way inside looking around and walking towards the kitchen where she hears noises.

She rounds the corner to see Akane and quickly walks to her. "Miss are you ok?" She says.

Akane freezes dropping the plate and it shattering on the ground. She had remembered this women from last night and here she was back again. Seeing that she was scaring her, Karen quickly continued. "I am with child protective services, I am here cause someone said there was a minor being exploited here"

Akane starts to get the idea. "Oh, no everything is fine, There is no exploitation, I am here of my own free will." she quickly says and then goes back to doing dishes.

Karen grunts and says "its ok, you can tell me, no one will hurt you."

Akane doesnt even stop working this time. "There are no issues, I am fine, let me get back to my chores!"

Karen presses "Will someone hurt you if you dont do your chores?"

Akane glares at her and turns "No, if I dont do my chores, they will pile up and become worse, now please leave! I am busy!" and then turns around ignoring her.

Karen just stands there dumbfounded, She asks a few more questions, but Akane is completely ignoring her like she doesnt exsist.

Karen grumbles and walks back to the door. "I will be back! you have not seen the last of me, I know there is something wrong going here!" and then slams the door behind herself while she storms off.

She was in a rental car this time.

The small compact car speeds out of the driveway. Terrance walks up behind Trent. "Oh no, a wild Karen, what so ever shall we do?!" Trent says with tons of sarcasm.

Terrance hocks a loogie and spits onto the ground. "That bitch is trouble bruh. She will be back"

Trent nodded "I know, but now I know what her game is" a wicked grin forming across his face. He hated child protective services. After his dad left, he had multiple run ins with them. They were entitled, self righteous pricks, with only a few of them that actually cared about the kids. Most just wanted to throw their weight around and rip families apart. All of them loved to spout their religious fictions to justify their cold callous behavior.