|A Royal Prisoner (standard:non fiction, 4446 words)|
|Author: Circles of love||Added: Nov 10 2012||Views/Reads: 906/814||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young man's dreams is destroyed by just one reckless night that sent him to Jail.|
A Royal Prisoner. The violent banging on the door jolts Ben from his sleep. He sat up quickly wondering if it was a dream. Then, he hears the screaming from his mother's room and his father shouting. The noise was becoming louder; the footsteps were heavy and nearer to his room. Alarmed and frightened, he stood up quickly from his bed, walks towards the door when suddenly it was forcefully kicked open and in a matter of seconds, flashes of light, fierce shouting and about two men grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the ground, trying to restrain him. "What is this?" he shouted, confused. "What's going on?" he screamed, struggling with them. "Who are you?" “Are you Benjamin Cooker?” Someone shouted in his face. “Yes, yes, yes, please, who are you?” he whimpers in fear. The light in the room suddenly came on; only then did he realize who they were; several police officers in his room. "Benjamin Cooker, you are under arrest for rape," one of the officers addressed him, putting a handcuff on him. "What!" he gasped; mystified. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." "You have me confused with someone else," Ben struggled with the officers holding him. “This is all a mistake.” He shouted louder to be heard. They took him out of his room, there, he saw his mother struggling with the officer keeping her back. "What are you doing to my son, please," she cried out. "Where are you taking him to, he's done nothing." he heard his mother's voice behind him. His father was shocked, just staring at the whole scene in horror. "You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning, if you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." Ben was stunned and appealed as he was put behind the police car. His heart aches seeing his mother running after the police car he was in and his father struggling to hold her. "Please, you have me confused with someone else, I didn't rape anyone," he shouted fearfully at the officers. "This is wrong, I haven't done anything." "Say that to your fellow perverts you would meet in jail." they smirk at him. He stared in disbelief; he was frightened, terrified at the whole thing. His hands hurt behind and felt already like a prisoner. ‘This was probably a dream', he tried to console himself. ‘This couldn't happen to me; I mean, this shouldn't happen to me; I am the Benjamin Cooker.' He thought in his mind, terrified at the horror before him. Within few minutes, they were at the police station; as he was been walked into building, all eyes were on him; threatening and damning eyes stared furiously at him. Fear gripped him; it was the early hours of the day when he should be sleeping safely in the comfort of his own room not being bombarded by police officers. A slate was hung around his neck and flashes of light as the camera went off, he was asked to turn in different position to take his picture, then, his finger print were taken and a swap from his mouth for DNA sample. Not long after, he was led into a tiny room, and the heavy gate shut behind him. He sat quietly on the flat single bed, dejected and terrified. Then, it physically registered on him that this wasn't a dream, it was really happening. Being confined in the tiny room brought tears running down his face. 'Benjamin Cooker' he said to himself. That was his name, the name he had so much protected and prided. He couldn't believe how much trouble he had gotten himself into; it was only a night of fun that turned into a night that may destroy the rest of his life. Few days ago, he came home for the summer holiday from school; it was his first year as an undergraduate student at the University of Coventry, studying to be an Architect. His Parents were so proud of him when he received a scholarship to study; seeing their eighteen years old son off to the university and succeeding brought so much joy to them. Right from his primary school, he's won numerous awards for best student in various competitions and was well known in the community as one of their best student. Shortly after his entrance into the university, he was introduced to join a fraternity; they called themselves, 'The brotherhood'; he's watched so many movies about fraternity group which most likely always go by the same name but didn't know they truly exist until he was invited to one. He was just a freshman in school and being invited to well esteem and rich boys club was somewhat great for him. The guys there were from very rich families and had connection and everything a young man would want in life. From the movies, he had Click here to read the rest of this story (309 more lines)
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