I Was Wrongfully Arrested By Police, But They Didn’t Know My Dashcam Was Recording

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It was an ordinary drive home until flashing lights signaled me to pull over. Moments later, I found myself wrongfully arrested by the police, their accusations baseless and infuriating. Little did they know, my dashcam had been recording the entire time.

The footage I had could expose the truth...

Pulled over by the cops
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The red and blue lights flashed behind me, and I immediately pulled over. My heart raced, but I told myself it was probably a simple misunderstanding. The officer approached my window with a look that felt colder than usual. He didn’t ask for my license—he simply told me to step out of the car. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Handcuffed without explanation 
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I got out of the car, my hands trembling slightly as I followed his instructions. I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet I could feel the weight of accusation in the air. He handcuffed me without explanation, his grip firm and unyielding. My protests were met with silence as he radioed for backup. That’s when I remembered—I had installed the dashcam just last week.

Taken to the station
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They took me to the police station, and my mind spun with confusion. What was I being accused of? Every time I asked, they dodged my questions, acting as if I didn’t deserve an answer. It didn’t make sense—there was nothing I’d done that could warrant this treatment. As I sat in the holding cell, all I could think about was the dashcam footage.

Overhearing from inside the cell
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Hours passed, and I heard them talking just outside the door. They were discussing something in low voices, something that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t make out every word, but I caught enough to know this wasn’t just a routine arrest. It seemed like there was a plan. A plan that I was supposed to be part of. The question was, where did I fit into it?