Framed

Hi. My name is Craig. I’m a young guy in my mind 20s.

When I was young, my dad lost our family's business, out of neglect on the part of the lawyer defending us in our liquidation case. I then decided to become a lawyer. Not just any lawyer, but one that could help the less-privileged.

So, when Gary and Lincoln Inc., invited me for an interview to become a junior partner, I felt like I have accomplished my life's purpose.

I'm Craig, a young lawyer in New York City, that works for legal aid.

I’m sure you think my life is perfect. Or so I thought, until I met Mrs Ana Lincoln. My boss's wife.

I met her on the day of the interview. She took a liking to me and must have put in a good word for me, because I was the only one out of my friends that got the job.

Mrs Lincoln has been making passes at me at work, saying inappropriate things and calling me at home.

I finally decided to end this, so that this doesn't jeopardise my dream of being a great lawyer. So, I called her and she is crying. She begs me to come over to her house and help her to the hospital. Mr Lincoln had beaten the crap out of her.

I get there. Mrs Lincoln let’s me in. I step in and was about asking what happened. A vase shatters on my head.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious but, I wake. On a bed. A knife in my hand, with blood stains. Mr Lincoln is on the floor. In a pool of blood. I scream. But not as much as the cops that yell that I should put down my weapon.

Mrs Lincoln is crying and screaming that I’m a monster. I’m dazed. But most importantly, I notice there's no sign of Mr Lincoln's attack on her.