"..Ok Ms. Cameron..umm..so to be clear, none of this blood is yours?" The detective asks me with an uncomfortable look on his face. "Correct." I reply softly, averting my eyes from his steady gaze.
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My mom had promptly called the police about 30 minutes ago after I had spilled my guts about the horrible act I had committed. " We have to call the police." "The police?!" I cry. I'm not sure how I thought this would end. Of course we have to call the police. I mean I know that ethically and morally. But a tiny part of me was still hoping this was just a terrible lucid dream. One that I couldn't wake up from.
"Yes Julie! You have to face this. You dug yourself a pretty deep hole baby. I cannot and will not cover this up for you," my mom says as panic floods her eyes. Since I've been a small child my mom has always been there to help me make things right whenever I've messed up no matter how big or small the problem was. But I'm afraid there's nothing she can do with this one. I have to answer for this. I have to step up to the plate and face the music..alone.
"We're going to call the police and you're going to point them to the crime scene. You're also going to be corporative." She breaths. Looking me into my eyes while pacing a hole in the livingroom floor. "Hopefully they give you a deal being that you're going to tell the truth."
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I complied. I had done everything my mom had directed me to do. This was only fair. Giving that I did murder my boyfriend in our home. I have to tell the truth. "Ok Ms. Cameron it's clear to me as of right now that you have no injuries except for the defensive wounds on your hands and from where you were shoved on your upper arms. We're now going to place you under arrest for the murder of Mickey Andrews.
After the deteivce read me my Maranda rights they firmly snapped cuffs on my wrists. The metal felt cold and suffocating as it tightened. I was then walked to the patrol car. Pearing inside as the detective opened the door to the car made my stomach twist into knots. Staring at the leather seats and the thick black bars in front of them made the events of tonight even more real. I feel like I can't breath. I'm being arrested. For murder. My life is literally over. Everything I've worked so hard for is gone now. The love of my life is gone. His life taken away by my own hands.
And I'd do it again if I could.