Ongoing Suspisions

Can one accident destroy a life forever? Can you escape the past? Can you start over? Begin a new life and forget the old?


3. Suspisions

I knew I had to get out of here. Even though this was an accident it was still murder. I gulped. I pulled my sweatshirt sleeves over my hands and dragged Charlotte’s body into the woods as far as I could bare to walk.  “I’m so sorry. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me.” I hid the body in a bush in the dark woods. As I walked back to her car I felt like there were eyes watching me, shunning me.

I looked at the car, thinking of what to do with it. Maybe throw it in the ocean. Wreck it in a car crash.  I couldn’t think straight. I sighed and watched the world spinning around me. I looked at the car and decided to leave it. I mean after all the parking lot is abandon and maybe tomorrow I can think straight and figure out what to do with the car before the cops even know Charlotte is missing.

I dialed Carter’s number as I walked towards the club. “Hey Carter. I think Charlotte forgot I was with her and left. We drank a lot. Can you come get me?”

“How the hell could she forget about you?” He yelled, but then lightened his tone. “Don’t worry I’m coming.” I hung up the phone after giving him directions and awaited his arrival.
Once he arrived I entered his blue Camaro. “Thanks for picking me up.” He didn’t say anything he just stroked my hand with one hand and drove with the other. The drive to my house seemed to last a life time, but we eventually got there. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead and watched me enter my house then drove off.


The next day I woke up and thought about the red hummer and how much time I could have before the cops find it. I hurriedly got into my car and drove to the abandon parking lot. Nobody was around of course. I took off the license plates, bashed in the windows with the tools I used to take off the license plates and cleaned up the blood that lay on the hood. I sighed, ashamed of what I have done, but nevertheless I have to do what I have to do now. I threw my tools and the license plates into the ocean. I watched them sink and get engulfed into the never ending sea.

As days passed Charlotte’s family grew worried and her name was added to the missing persons list. No sooner than that add went up, the cops show up at my door step asking me questions. The one cop who was greatly jacked had fluffy brown hair with grey eyes with a little of orange in the middle watched my every move. Every emotion I showed, every movement I made, and every lie I might for tell.

“Where were you last Wednesday? We were told Charlotte was with you.”

“She was at least for a while. We were out drinking and clubbing. Later that day I couldn’t find her.”

“Didn’t you wonder where she was?” I nodded.

“I did but Charlotte is very forgetful. So I figured she was drunk and forgot I was with her so she just left when she grew tired. I called my boyfriend and he picked me up no questions asked.” The two cops nodded as they wrote things down in their notepads.

“Okay. We will be back if any other evidence of her disappearance shows itself.” I nodded.
Weeks passed and Charlotte’s body was finally recovered. Once I saw this on the news my body grew sweaty. Panic had finally set in. What if they find out it was me? I can’t go to jail. I have my future to worry about. Oh gosh what have I done? I took a cold shower to try and forget about what is happening to me. I lost myself in my thoughts.
The cops brought me into the station to ask me more questions. “As you have probably heard Charlotte has been murdered.” My eyes watered and soon the water rolled out of my eyes and onto my cheeks. I didn’t mean for it to happen but I still can’t believe my best friend is dead.

“Do you know who would have motive to kill her?” I shook my head. “Where were you the night she disappeared?”

“I already told you. I was with her until I thought she left the club.”

“We found her not to far from that club. Did you envy your friend for any reason?” My eyes narrowed in anger.

“What are you trying to imply?

“Nothing. We are just trying to figure out what happened here.” I slammed my hand down on the table.

“I do not know what happened to her but know one thing. I did not kill her!”  I stared at the cops, not letting them see the emotions that are hidden deep inside my soul.

“We’re not closing any possible suspicions.”

“If you have no more questions you can’t keep me here.” They nodded and let me leave.
Once I got home I saw my beloved boyfriend waiting on my porch for me. “Aubree, I heard you got called to the station. Are you okay?” I looked at Carter and broke down crying. He held me tightly.

“I know you guys were close. I’m sorry. It doesn’t help that they are questioning you about this either.”

“Carter.” He looked at me curiously.  “I did it.”

“Did what?”

“I killed her. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.” I sobbed. “We were drunk and…and she grabbed me from behind.” Carter let go of me.

“You have to tell them.” I shook my head.

“No, I can’t. I want to, I do but everything that I worked so hard for will be torn away from me.”

“I understand.” He kissed me. “We will work through this.” I managed a smile.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of sirens. The cops burst into my home and handcuffed me and took me to the station. I sat in an almost empty room. All that could be found was a table and a chair. I sat and the chair-still handcuffed.

“We know you killed Charlotte. We have direct evidence that links you to the crime.”

“That’s impossible because I didn’t kill her.” The cop slammed the paperwork on the table and a picture of Charlotte’s dead body slipped out. I stared at it and the feeling of guilt overcame me.

“Stop lying to yourself. You’re a murderer. You killed your friend. Someone who trusted you with her life and this is how you repay her?”

“It was an accident! I didn’t mean to! We drank too much and she startled me!” I shouted, but they just shrugged my words away. I knew I was going to jail and I would never get out. “How did you find out?”

“I’m sorry but that is confidential. I do have one question though. Where are Charlotte’s license plates?”

“In the ocean.” They shook their heads and guided me through the station as we were leaving. I saw Carter as I made my way through the long, deadly hallways.“Carter!” I cried out trying to break free from the cops hold. He looked at me. “Help me!” He shook his head. “Please!” I began to cry, falling to my knees. The cops still held my arms trying to pull me back up.

“I’m sorry Aubree but they needed to know. You couldn’t do this to Charlotte’s family. They deserve closure.”

“You…you told them?” He nodded. “Why would you do this to me? I thought you loved me! You said we would work through it! You bastard! Do you know what you have done?” I screamed.

“I do love you Aubree, but that doesn’t change anything.” The cops finally got me to my feet and began pulling me away. I kept screaming no over and over again trying to push the present away, but I couldn’t.

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