Framed || QuackityHQ

Chapter 1: Arrested

It's been about 3 months since I got arrested. I remember that day very clearly....(insert flashback noise here)

I had gone to the store to buy some chicken to eat during my stream. I wasn't having a particularly good day as I had lost my bible earlier and couldn't find it anywhere. Man I was so pissed!!😡😡 I treasured that book like it was my own baby. I learned everything there was to know from there. Why else do you think I never touched a woman before?? I needed to keep myself holy. Whenever I found out about something sinful or disgusting I couldn't help but give my opinion on twitter. Those people needed to be taught a lesson!

The internet was a bad place. People were always posting scandalous photos of themselves and getting praise for it! What a nightmare. 

Anyways back to the story...

I wasn't exactly looking my greatest that day. I was so sad over the bible thing that I completely forgot to shower and just put on my typical LAFD beanie with some baggy shorts and a white t-shirt, with my accompanying gold cross necklace I got for Christmas. OH and I almost forgot... the sunglasses! Nobody wanted to see the bags under my eyes!

I was looking around the different aisles of the store until I finally reached the chicken section. mmmmh chicken. That shit was delicious, it was the only thing that could cheer me up after a bad day. 

I picked up the chicken and was about to head to the cashier when I heard gunshots. I dropped the chicken and got to my knees. I then slowly crawled and hid behind the big cardboard sign  beside the aisle that read "2 por 1 enchilada especial!" 

It was chaos! People were running out of the store like madmen. After a couple of minutes almost everyone was gone. 

I was in too much shock to move. It was only when everything turned quiet that I came to my senses and realized the gravity of the situation. I tried to remain calm and waited until the coast was clear to peek into the next aisle which is where I saw a big muscle man standing over a woman. She lay motionless on the ground as blood gushed out of the bullet wound in her stomach. 

I wanted to puke. Not only had this man touched a woman but he killed her too! 🤢😨

"I have to get out of here!" I thought to myself. 

I didn't want to risk getting caught but the thought of a dead corpse in the aisle next to me sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want to be next. I had to get out NOW.

I was about to start creeping towards the exit when my phone started to ring.

Live life, breathe air
I know somehow we're gonna get there
And feel so wonderful! duh duh duhhhh

"F*CK!" I muttered to myself reaching into my pockets trying to shut it off. 

But it was too late. The big muscle man had heard me and was walking over to see what it was. I wanted to make a run for it but if the man had a gun on him I knew that wouldn't end well. 

"shit shit shit shit" I cursed under my breathe 

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I looked up to see the big muscle man hovering over me. 

"Ey pendejo what are you doing here?" he said in an angry tone. (translation: idiot)

It was too late now. He was right in front of me. The only option I had was to hope for the best and try and talk my way out of it. 

"Ehh me? I am not doing nada amigo...I only wanted to...uhh...uhhh..." (translation: nothing friend)

I didn't know what to say. How on earth was I going to get myself out of this situation?! Suddenly it occurred to me. I looked down at myself and up at him again. 

I was dressed exactly the same as him! Greasy hair, baggy pants, white t-shirt, cross necklace. I LOOKED LIKE A CHOLO! WTF

I had never been so happy to have not taken a shower in my life! I could pretend I was one of them cholos and try and reason with him! YESSS! 

I took a deep breathe and said:

(creds to citruspomelo)

"Damn hermano those were some fire bars! You must be from the north ese" said big muscle man (translation: brother)

"Yup! Those are my people homie!" I replied

He took me by the hand and leaned in for a hug. 

"Gracias a Dios!" he said "I thought you were here to rat me out..." he sighed in relief (translation: thank god!)

We stayed there in silence for a couple of seconds until he said "Well? are you going to help me clean up the body pinche?" 

I didn't want to but I was too scared to refuse. We both walked over to the dead body and he ordered me to pick up the woman.

I hadn't even thought it through! How was I supposed to help him clean up the body when I had never even touched a woman! If I picked up body I would be a sinner but if I didn't he would know that I wasn't a real cholo! F*CK

My thoughts were interrupted by police sirens which were getting louder by the second. 

"SHIT la policia!" said big muscle man (translation: the police)

He dropped the woman and threw his gun into my hands before sprinting in the opposite direction. 

"Hey!" I screamed 

Before I could follow him I got stopped dead cold in my tracks. 

"FREEZE! Pone tus mans detras de tu cabeza!" screamed a police officer from behind me (translation: put your hands behind your head!)

"Shit!" I thought to myself  

I was caught red handed. How was I going to explain I was innocent when I had the murder weapon right in my own hands! 

"No fui yo! Habia otra persona!" I said reassuringly but the police officer had already pinned me to the wall and was putting me in handcuffs. (translation: it wasn't me! There was another person!)

"Tienes la persona equivocada! You have the wrong man!" I screamed

There was nothing I could do. They wouldn't listen. I kept squirming trying to break free but it was no use, the police officer had a strong grip on me. 

I kept screaming and kicking until I felt a prickly sensation on my neck. I suddenly felt very sleepy and fell to the floor as everything went black.