Over Again (18+)

Camille's relationship with Harry was perfect until she was torn and cheated. Things got worse after Harry found out and troubles came over. Before everything has fixed, another troubles came again and broke hearts into pieces. Trust was broken, friendship was betrayed. Could Camille make everything straight and start this over again?

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37. Not An Accident

A/N (IMPORTANT)

Thanks for reading (: 

Well I got a lot of hate here because I suck :(((

I know, I'm not a good writer and this is the first time I write a story. I have no experience in writing so no wonder why I suck :((

Anyway, I've planned the plot for the whole story, and even though I got so many hates, I will NOT change my mind. I'll keep on my track, I'll write everything as I planned. Sorry.

And most of you guys hate because Harry's with Leigh and Louis' with Camille. Well don't blame me, this story is FAR from over, so (like I told you before) you still can't conclude anything from this so far. 

I have some UNEXPECTED plot twists on the upcoming chapters, and I will bring out the character I haven't mentioned. Don't judge the character!! Please, at least until I explain more detailed about the character, in the upcoming chapters.

And I know you will hate me, but if you don't like the story SO FAR, you can stop reading now. I won't force you to read on. It's your choice (:

Honestly, I really really really want to give a sneak peak about what the story will turn out, so you won't protest/hate/dislike but I can't. I want this to be a surprise. So be patient, eh? 

Well if you doubt that my plan and plot twists will be good, you're free to stop reading (:

Anyway, I also got hate because I wrote too many sexual contents. Well, if you take a look at the title, I put 15+, means that it contains mature contents. So if you're under the age or you're disgusted or don't like the sexual things, you can leave and stop reading.

FYI, the in upcoming chapters will be less mature contents because it's awkward to write.

And please give me feedback, because I need that. Let me know what's on your mind (:

This chapter is inspired by CSI. So if you don't like CSI or Criminal Minds or NCIS or that kind of show, I doubt you'll understand. So if you don't understand, you can ask me (on comment or kik or twitter) and I'll explain. Tell me which part that you don't understand, then I'll explain it.

Okay.. after a long speech, here's the chapter.

Love,

Denna <3

 

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"Tell me this is a joke," I whispered weakly.

"Do you think we're joking?" Officer Landon said in flat expression. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my temples.

"B-but why did she-" I gulped, my mouth lips were trembling. "Why did she try to kill me?"

"We're investigating this, about her motive and stuffs. And we need you to help us," Officer Franklin said.

"She's.." Leigh whispered, pointed at the picture. I could tell she recognize the figure of smiling girl printed on the paper. Who didn't?

"Yeah," I replied before she could say the name.

"Eleanor," Leigh whispered in a very small voice, barely audible.

"Yes, Eleanor Jane Calder," Officer Franklin said, mentioned her full name.

"How's she?" I asked. I wished she was still alive.

"She's good, her condition is better than you two," he answered. "She only got a few bruises."

"Where is she now?" Leigh asked.

"In the same building, being interviewed," he replied.

"Can we see her?" I asked. I had to talk to her. I still couldn't believe she was that prick. There must had been something wrong.

"That's risky," Officer Franklin answered. "We don't know what will she do if she sees you, so it's better for you two to stay away for a while."

I breathed deeply, and decided not to protest or argue back. Then he turned to me and asked, "What relation do you have with her?"

I rested my elbow on my lap and put my face on my palm. I ran my fingers through my curls and took a deep breath before answered, "She's- I mean she was a good friend of mine."

I looked up at the officers who were writing something on their own notepads. They looked up at me, waited for me to say something more. I licked my lips to moist them then sighed. Suddenly something crossed my mind.

"Wait," I said, confusion filled my mind. "How do you know about all of this? I mean, why did you suddenly say that Eleanor tried to kill me, and.. I'm just confused!"

"Well, we'll explain to you," Officer Landon said. "After the car crash we investigated the scene, to find out what caused the crash. We found out that the car was in a good condition and the driver wasn't under alcohol, so there must be something else," he explained. "And it was quite strange, because the driver, recognized as Eleanor Calder, was wearing a helmet and she was hugging a big pillow. It seemed like she has prepared for that."

"Then we took all her stuffs; her wallet, her purse, and her phone. From her ID card we found out who she was. And now here we are, investigating about it," Officer Franklin said. "And the other investigators are investigating her stuffs, especially her phone, to see her interactions lately."

"So, back to the main topic. Do you know why she tried to hurt you?" Officer Landon asked.

What the fuck?! How the fuck did I know?! How was I supposed to know?! I had no bloody clue about that! I thought it was an accident! I didn't know that she was trying to kill me!

Why did she try to kill me? I didn't know! I wish I knew the answer.

I wanted to punch the two officers in front of me and scream my head off, but I just couldn't. I was sick of the questions that I didn't know the answer, I wanted to run from here, from this fucking trouble, but I just simply couldn't. I had to help them to investigate this case, I had to tell them everything I knew. I had to face this. I had to be a man. At least in front of Leigh.

"I-I don't know," I muttered. My voice was shaking and cracked up. Leigh took my big hand in her small one and squeezed it gently, made me feel a bit better. I looked at her and she gave me a reassuring smile.

"How was her attitude lately?" he asked again.

"I haven't seen her in months but the last times I saw her she was very sweet, and very nice. She was my best friend, for God's sake! We were close, she was like my sister!" I almost yelled. Leigh's squeeze was tighter.

"She's Louis' ex girlfriend" Leigh spoke.

"Louis Tomlinson?" Officer Franklin asked.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"He's your band mate in One Direction, right?" he replied.

"Yeah, and my best friend," I said. "And her best friend too," I added.

"Louis and Eleanor has broken up months ago," Leigh told them.

"7 months ago," I said.

"Alright," he muttered and wrote on his notepad again. "Why did they break up?"

"I don't know exactly why," I sighed. "Louis told me that she had had enough, that she had lost her feeling to him and she didn't love him anymore. Then she left him, left us," I explained. "Since that, she had never come back. I had never seen her again."

 

ELEANOR'S POV

"It was an accident," I said calmly, tried to sound convincing. I looked at the white wall behind him, avoided the eye contact. There was a silence for a second, and I decided to look at the investigator whose name was Wiley who looked like he didn't believe what I said. There was doubt in his eyes. I took a deep breath then spoke again, "Okay, I'll confess," I finally said. "I was texting. That was why I didn't see that car that stopped by the red light. I was texting," I sighed. "I know that's illegal, I'm sorry," I looked down at my lap, avoided any eye contact with Wiley. I was afraid he could catch the lie that slipped through my teeth.

"We've checked your phone and the telephone record," Wiley said firmly. His deep husky voice sent shivers down my spine, made me more nervous than before. Shit. "And there was no incoming text our outgoing text from your phone device," he told me. He leaned his back on the backrest and folded his arms in front of his chest.

"I was reading a text," I said. Wiley furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"But-"

"I got that text in the morning," I stated, cut him off. I sighed, I wished he would believe me. I recalled the text I received from my mum yesterday morning, that told me that she was okay. It was reliving actually.

I watched his expression, hoping he would believe my lie. I tapped my foot on the floor as I examined his face. He looked like he was in his 30's, and his brown hair was trimmed by gel. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and that reminded me a lot about Louis.

Louis. Louis William Tomlinson. My mind wandered to him, and his face popped in my mind. I wondered how he was, what he was doing. I wondered if he knew what I did to Harry. I just couldn't help but missed him. I wanted to see him, but it was too risky. I wanted to text him, at least to say 'sorry' but the police took all my stuffs included my phone and kept them.

"Eleanor?" Wiley called, kicked me out of my thoughts. His face looked tired and he wrinkled his forehead.

I looked at him quizzically, waited nervously for him to say something. My palms were getting clammy as I clumsily put them on my lap.

"Look, I'm tired now. And I know you are too. So let's just make it quick, and easy. You don't want to stuck in here with me forever, right?" he spoke quickly. I shook my head and he continued, "me too. So I hope you want to cooperate with me," he trailed off. I was puzzled, and also scared of what would he say next. "I know you were neither texting nor reading a text at that time when the 'accident' happened," he said, formed a quote mark with his fingers. "And I know you saw exactly a Range Rover stopped by the red light. I know that you knew that Harry Styles and his girlfriend were inside the car. I know you've been following them," he said.

My eyes bulged in shock. My heart raced and pounded hard against my chest wall as I listened to Wiley carefully. How the hell did he know? I leaned my back against the backrest and stayed quiet. The backrest felt hard against my back.

"And the car crash wasn't an accident. You hit that Range Rover on purpose," he stated.

"What? No-"

"You've planned and prepared for that," he cut me off, didn't give me any chance to protest and defend myself. "You used SUV car so you wouldn't get serious injury," he trailed off and looked at me, his expression was unreadable.

"I didn't plan anything," I said in a low voice. I tried to sound calm but my voice cracked up as Wiley's statements ate all my calmness.

"Then tell me why you were holding a pillow when the crash happened. And if you didn't prepare anything, tell me why you were wearing a helmet," he asked, his voice was low but strict and.. scary.

"That doesn't even prove that I'm guilty of hitting Harry's car on purpose," I argued. My voice sounded very frustrated. And I could tell Wiley knew that. I was very scared, and desperate.

You'll be fine, everything's gonna be alright. Just breathe.

I inhaled deeply, filled my lungs with the air and then exhaled, tried to calm myself down but then I saw a woman, probably in her 40's, entered the room. She had her blonde hair in a bun and glasses hung on the bridge of her nose. She was dressed in black long sleeved shirt and black skirt.

She walked to Wiley and handed him a laptop she was bringing then showed something on the screen. I wondered what was she showing.

They talked in low voice, almost whispering hence I couldn't hear what they said. After a few minutes the woman turned in her heels and left the room without bringing her laptop with her.

"Well, last evidence we have," Wiley trailed off. "You can't deny this one," he said, smirking to himself as he turned the laptop around so I could see what was on the screen. I focused my gaze on the screen, and it was just words, like a data or something.

"We've tracked your phone number and we've gotten all the data and records of your text messages and calls," Wiley told me. I felt shiver ran down my spine as he pointed at a paragraph and I read it.

 

Wednesday, July 17th 2013, 12:32:46 PM

Sender: Unknown [(801)-xxx-xxxx]

Receiver: Eleanor Calder [(020)-7xxx-xxxx]

Message body:

blck range rover, police no: AI GWS. stand by @ 8, wait in front of kew gardens til he get out w/ his gf, then follow his car. prepare well, dont mess it up you little arse.

 

Bloody hell! That was the text I received from my boss yesterday afternoon! I swore I had deleted it! I never thought they would track my numbers and read all my deleted messages. I felt my body numb and my heart stopped flowing in my veins. I was sure my face looked as pale as a dead man.

"So, what are you gonna say?" Wiley cocked an eyebrow and looked at me with satisfaction all over his face. I wanted to punch that bastard now.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and massaged my temples. I was lost. There was no way I could defend myself and argue back. I had to give up, without ruining anything. I didn't want to risk anything.

"I want a lawyer."

 

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A/N:

Don't judge Eleanor's character.

P.S: It was Harry's real police number (:

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