Accused

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Accused of a crime that you have not committed. What happens now? Who did it, and will you bring the killer to justice?

Submitted: May 02, 2017

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Submitted: May 02, 2017

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The best thing in the whole wide world is being accused of a crime that you have not committed. Note the sarcasm. Some may think of this as a acrimonious predicament, but I look at it as an opportunity. As an opportunistic, I look at this situation, as a way of getting myself famous.  Killing my girlfriend’s sister. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I was a guy in the corner known for my sarcastic and sardonic comments, and here I am, famous for ‘killing someone’. Jen, my girlfriend, believes me, or that's what she tells me. This fastidious murderer took meticulous to the next level, he made sure nothing was left behind. The police are now just pointing fingers, at random people. This spurious and incoherent accusation of theirs, that I killed her, is idiotic. They don’t care if it’s right, it just matters if they castigate someone. With all due respect, they have got to step up their game. I don’t know how, but it’s not my problem. This hapless case needs to be solved, one way or another.

I have an alibi for the whole evening, it's implausible though. There was a party at her house, a huge party. I left the house for approximately 10 minutes, I was talking to my friend. I wasn’t talking to him on the phone, but I walked almost for 3 minutes.  I wanted to physically meet him, and just chat, the party was lit during the beginning. It started getting lame afterwards. That’s when she got killed, when I was gone. They accused me of killing her. Nobody else left during the whole party, but me. I was gone for the time she was killed, which eventually led to the conclusion, that I murdered her.

I feel like I’m solving an enigmatic, inscrutable conundrum, which is impossible to solve. My favorite word is impossible, when you split the word up, it says I’m possible. It’s a beautiful word. Now me trying to solve this case may be futile, but I guess I won’t know until I give it a try! I mean, isn’t that what most people say.

I’m working by myself. Not because I’m a loner, but because it's the best way to get things done.  The incontrovertible statement, two heads are better than one, is a complete lie. In my humble opinion, in order to solve cases, you have to be callous, but audacious. Whenever the police ask me questions, I tend to behave like a curmudgeon. I mean there's nothing they can do about it. Unless if the stupid Feds get involved, which I highly doubt. They’ll get involved for major cases, or for a mass killing.  This is the death of an ordinary girl, nothing big or major. Its daily news, happens every day. Honestly, I didn’t know Audrey that well, so I don’t really care. I mean I feel bad for Jen and all, but there's nothing I could do. I’ve started to not like her the way she likes me. But that doesn’t matter. They can denigrate me all they want, but my pertinacious behavior will continue, whether they like it or not. Belittling me won’t get them anywhere.

“Mom, how on earth can they say that I killed her?” I say. The temptation to swear was uncontrollable, but my mother was an Adolf Hitler when it came to language.

She shrugs,“Honey, I don’t know. You're not capable of ever doing anything like that.” she says, and looks into my eyes, I could tell she wasn’t afraid. I am afraid though, I know I didn’t commit the crime. So what is it I’m afraid of? My situation reminds me of a helpless man who is accused of being armed, when he is not. He believes surrendering, and sticking his hands in the air, won’t get him shot. But, he’s wrong. Many times this has happened. I’m a helpless guy, who can’t prove myself. I have a chance of getting in trouble for doing absolutely nothing. Also, there are many people in jail, even though they may be innocent.

“I know, but still. You know I didn’t do it.” I say.

“That’s what I believe, Nialll. All parents will support their children, guilty or innocent. I’m your mother, of course I’m going to think you didn’t commit the crime.”

Oh my lord, is she saying the only reason she believes me is because she's my mom. How and why would a straight A student kill someone? I never knew her, or talked to her.

“Okay… I’m going to go to sleep.” I say, it was 10:48 PM.

“Night, and also the new fashion makes you look unkempt.” she says, laughing.

The new fashion was ripped jeans and ripped shirt, and using a ton of gel on your hair.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” I say and wave goodbye.

I hop on my bed, and think deeply about this situation. I am an amiable and benevolent person, I didn’t kill her. I wouldn’t kill her. I couldn’t kill her. I didn’t, did I? Nah, I’m going crazy.

I eventually fall asleep.

My alarm clock starts beeping. 5: 15 AM. The weekend’s almost here. I sigh, relieved. I had a horrible nightmare, that I killed her. It can’t be possible. It’s not true, what have I done to deserve this. I was mad at her for some reason, I don’t remember why. I grabbed a knife and stabbed her, brutally, approximately 5 times. What should I wear? Hmm.

Why do I care? I throw on a random Nike tee, and wear my Nike Sportswear Tech Fleece. I swing my backpack around, and it lands on my pack. Boom! I grab my phone, and exit my room. I leave my door ajar and run down the stairs. Not because I’m late, just because it’s a habit. I run downwards, two stairs at a time, and I avoid holding onto the railing. Holding onto the railing makes me more prone to falling down. My mom hands me a sandwich, filled with tomatoes, lettuce,  and cheese.

“Thanks mom, gotta go!!” I say.

She smiles at me, and her milk white teeth brighten up her whole face. Her hair encircles her oval shaped head.

“Bye. Love ya!” she says.

I run out the door, with my keys in my hand.
 

 

My 2013 Audi A3 is my favorite shade of grey. I open, and slowly close the door. I start backing up, and then I buckle my seatbelt.  After I drive out of the neighborhood, the speed limit is 20 mph, but honestly, I don’t care. I press the gas pedal, and I’m on 30 mph. School starts in 20 minutes, it takes me typically 30 minutes to get there. I hate math, so I’m not going to sit down and waste time of my life, figuring out the answer. Blah blah blah, how fast I have to drive, nope nope. In my head, I have images swirling, about Audrey, about D=rt, about the nightmare. I turn on the radio, to see what’s on. I love rap and hip hop or pop. I connect my Iphone 6s to my car. I then play my favorite song. Jumpman, by the two best people in the world, Future and Drake. The reason I listen to rap rather than pop, during stressful times is quite simple. I do this because the faster my jam, the faster I drive. So, it’s not really safe for me to listen to extreme rap, or opera. If opera, I would drive at most 5 mph.

“Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something. They just spent like two or three weeks out the country. Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing.”

I guess it doesn’t all add up. A straight A-student, who listens to rap, killed a girl. To be honest, I know I didn’t kill her. If I did, a huge if, I would have been not thinking straight. Wait a second! My younger brother,Josh, is dating Jen’s younger sister,Audrey. Lizzie was wanting to break up with Josh, because it wasn’t working. The two lovebirds stopped having time for each other, and it’s devastating.

Maybe Josh killed her.

He’s my brother, it can’t be can it?

My brother couldn’t do it, he’s like that kid joyfully skipping down the isolated sidewalk, with the bright sun, helping the eye-catching flowers bloom.

I’m done. I’m so fed up with this garbage. What should I do?  I’m gonna ask Riley if he wants to ditch first period  with me. Riley and I don’t really hang out because I try my best to avoid him, because he gets in tons of trouble. I should text him, but texting and driving is one of the worst things you can possibly do according to lame people. Honestly, nobody cares about that rule. So that is exactly what I’m going to do. I take my phone out, and start texting him. I ask him if he wants to go to a local bar. Why am I doing this? I’m  an assiduous student who focuses, and studies without going on the wrong path.  Hmm, why am I doing this? Because I don’t need to be perfect and all. This disconcerting , perplexing topic, makes me more dizzy than I already feel.  Is it too late to expunge my text? My question was answered when I got a text saying ‘Hell yeah.’

My friend here, is extremely rebellious, and has no limits when it comes to friends. One of the school’s greatest infamy was caused by my favorite, Riley! I’ve forget the inconsequential details. I forgot what he did, but I know he did not get expelled, because his family was a huge part of the school. Meaning, his parents volunteered a lot at the school, and wasted a lot of time and effort.  I will never let him drive, because he is a reckless driver, even I drive slower! Should I beseech my mother, asking her if I could not go to school. My mother and I are extremely close, it doesn’t feel like me to ditch school, go drink at a bar. I feel like I’m running away from her. Wait, maybe I was inebriated when I killed her! Nah, I would not have been drinking. I drive a bit faster, eventually my beautiful song comes to an end. I then put another song by Drake called ‘Passionfruit’ extremely catchy.  

Fake IDs only look glamourous in movies, but bouncers are a lot smarter than people think. I swear, they probably take DNA tests in their heads. I also know all of the bouncers working there, so they usually let me in. They are all my dad’s friends, well at least most of them. Just in case the bartender asks me for my license, I have my friend’s older brother’s license.

I’m almost there, finally. I text him that I’m here, because the time it takes for him to meet me, will be the same time for me to arrive. After blasting my music, and driving at 45mph, I finally arrive. I see him standing and texting on his phone.

“Bout time.” he says and smirks.

“Remember who's driving.” I say and smirk back.

“Dayum, this is loud as hell. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” he says and smiles.

“Well now you do.” I say and roll my eyes.

I start to take a reverse, and make my  music a bit louder.

“What happened? You don’t usually do this, you're a good kid.” he asks.

What does he mean what happened? I know I’m not the kid that goes to bars, and drinks. All I can say is everyone changes.I debate whether I should answer the question. I decide to reply, and not be rude.

“Do you think I could have killed her?”  I ask him.

Its an awkward silence, nobody talks, except for Drake rapping.  He thinks I’m crazy. Why’d I even ask him?

“Yo crazy. Why do you think you woulda killed ‘er?”

“I honestly don’t know.” I say.

What’s wrong with me?

“No motive, am I right?” he says.

Was there a motive? Was I trying to ruin Jen’s life?

“Yeah.” I say.

“Let’s just drop this topic.”he says.

I nod my head. Eventually I hear police sirens. They were following me, it can’t be real. I’m going crazy. What’s happening?

“Pull off to the side of the road, Niall Snyder. Now. You are under arrest, for the murder of Audrey Jepsen.”

I start speeding up, and ignore the warnings. “Pick up the phone.” a cop says with his noticeable acrid tone. They’re trying to cast aspersions on me. I was chagrined when I taught about my future.

My phone starts ringing. I answer the call, and put it on speaker.

“First of all, whatever you say is not going to deter me. So stop trying. I want evidence.”

They pause for a second, and afterwards I end the phone.

“Dude pull over!” Riley yells.

How judicious are cops? I ponder, thinking of all the cops from television shows. They aren’t that prudent, or wise. What do they think I am? A ruffian? To ameliorate this situation is almost impossible, I step on my gas pedal. Thankfully, there is hardly any traffic. It's the highway.

I just stop, I press the brakes. This causes my car to skid. I walk outside of my car, and I hear all of them yelling. I’m not going to beg them, pleading that I’m innocent.

“Niall Snyder, you have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” said  a cop with a round head, and weatherbeaten skin. His almond- shaped, bright blue eyes, pierced my insides. A five o’clock shadow.

“Whatever. I want my father, he’s the best lawyer out there.” I say.

I see Riley’s face, confused and befuddled, which is my reaction too.

“Alright.” he says, while leading me into the police car. “Watch your head.” he continues.

The smell of sweat hits me, and I try my absolute best not to say anything.

The old man starts to drive and eventually I realize that a black Lexus, with tinted glasses was following us.

“I think we’re being followed, and you're oblivious to not notice it. Like were you born yesterday?” I say, breaking the awkward silence.

“Excuse me? I’m a lot older than you. I’ve-”  he says.

“Yeah, I know your older, hence the wrinkles. I recommend botox.” I interrupt, with a smirk on my face.

“As I was saying, I’ve noticed that since the beginning.” he continues.

“You would have asked for a license check up, or whatever.” I say.

Suddenly, I hear gunshots. I freeze, I stop moving. It takes me a while to process what’s happening.  I duck, trying my best to avoid getting shot. It feels like I’m in a movie.

My door is opened, and a person with a gun in his hand says, “Get the hell out of the car, now now now.”

I could tell the old man was trying to phone for backup, so did the mysterious man/woman under a mask.

“You have 5 seconds to drop the phone, or it’s going to be the last day of your life.” the person says.

I just stand there awkwardly, doing nothing, but admiring this person. How brave, and audacious they are.

“Son, listen up, go with them, and you're going to go to juvie for a lot longer.” the cop says, while dropping the phone.

“Niall, go with one of the others. You can trust us.”  says this person. I still can’t tell if it’s a female or a male.

“Umm okay…” I say, and quickly run towards one of the men. How naive!

“In the car.” says the man. He looked approximately 6 foot. I did as told, and two other men jumped in. He starts driving, and I ask what just happened.

“We were hired by an anonymous person to get rid of you.” he says.

“What!” I yell, and my jaw drops.

“Kidding. We’re here to help you escape, go somewhere else. Be free, you can come back until you're proven innocent. Also my name is Dave.”

“Okay and my name is Niall, which you already know.” I say. I’m relieved, I thought they would actually kill me. An assassin hired to do this, I wouldn’t be surprised. My dad’s a criminal attorney,someone guilty in jail can get my dad in trouble, they could murder him. The job really isn’t safe or appealing to me.

“Paislee and Mckenna, change the license plate. Just in case, the cop got it.” The two people next to me rush outside, and after 2 minutes, they rush inside.

“Done.” said one.

They changed the license plate, wow, they aren’t newbies.

He nods his head.

“We’re here, there is a private jet here to escort you to New Zealand.” he says.

After driving for about 15 minutes, we finally reach this huge place, with a tiny plane.

“Niall, you need to hurry up.” says Paislee or Mckenna, one of the girls.

They both take off their mask.

“Oh, I’m Paislee.” says the girl with a heart-shaped head, freckled-skin, strawberry blond hair, with  large, mesmerizing hazel eyes.

“Nial, as you already know.” I say, and smile at her.

“And I’m Mckenna.” says the other girl, who had thin head shape, with ruddy skin, with pursed lips. She had bright blue hair, with dark black eyebrows. She then had purple eyes, which were obviously contacts, and not Alexandria's genesis, because that isn’t a real thing. Eyes with this mutation would be sensitive to sunlight, which isn’t really a good thing.  

“Great to meet you.” I say.

“Yeah.” she says,

Dave then says “Look you gotta go now, but remember when the plane has landed, there will be a man named Tim Smith. He’ll show you your hotel, and everything.”

“Alright, and thank you so much.” I say. I still wonder, why he’s doing this stuff for me.

He hands me a bag, I open it and I find clothes, and some money.

“No problem, just doing my job.” he says, and smiles.

He then walks me to the plane, and says “I’ll see you in a week, alright, goodbye, and goodluck.”

“Bye. Tell Mckenna and Paislee I said goodbye.” I say.

“Alright.” he says.

I then walk into the plane, and I smell perfume, it was extremely strong.  I sit down on of the chairs, there were 8 chairs, and I chose the one in the extreme front, near the window.  Then I hear a voice, which says “Good Afternoon. This is your captain speaking from the flight deck. We are on a Chicago 381 destined for New Zealand.  No delays are expected and the current weather in Chicago is 55 degrees Fahrenheit, and 13 Celsius.” I try so hard not to laugh. There’s only me, and he’s acting like theres 30 people in here. He could personally greet me. He then continues “Please put on your seatbelt, and prepare for take off. Thank you.”

I then put on a movie which seems extremely interesting. It’s called “The Fifth Wave”, it has my favorite actress in there, Chloë Grace Moretz. I fall asleep.

Woah, what time is it? I look at the time on the TV, 5 PM. I slept for a couple of hours. “You're officially here. I hope you enjoy your stay.” says the same man from the speaker.

“Yippee.” I say.

Why am I even here? To get out of America, until I’m proven innocent. I’ve traveled outside of the country without a passport. He leads me outside, and I see a man standing, and says “Hey son!”

“Uhh, hi?” I say, confused.  Then I remember Dave telling me about this guy. What was his name? Tom, no, something like that. Tim!

“I will show you to your apartment, it’s about 10 minutes away.” he says and smiles.

We both go inside the car, which was a silver Lord-knows-what.

After him driving for about 15 minutes, we reach a small cottage.

“It’s phenomenal, thank you!” I exclaim.

“No problem, son. Now I have to leave, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says.

“Alright goodbye!” I say. I walk inside the house, and the first thing I see is the kitchen.

My stomach grumbles, I’m starving. Jesus. Before I explore, let me eat something.  I open the fridge, and find tons of food. Wonder who got me this. Honestly, I know it's not safe to eat food from strangers, but whatever. I grab an apple, and start eating it. I then find Macaroni and Cheese, the microwavable one, thankfully. I add water, and pop it in the microwave. After this I’m going to sleep.  I toss the remaining apple in the garbage, which took me a while to find. The microwave starts beeping, and I take my macaroni out and start eating.

After eating, I try to find a room, after finding the perfect one, I jump on my bed and I fall asleep.

I eventually wake up, and take out my phone, to see what time it is. My phone adjusts to the time naturally. It's 9:34 PM, and I wonder what I should do.

The doorbell rings. Must be a creepy killer, not.

I see Dave standing there, with Paislee and Mckenna.

“Hey!” I say to all of them.

“Hi.” both Mckenna and Paisey say.

“Guess what? We got the killer!” yells Dave and smiles.

“Already? It hasn’t even been 24 hours. Who? Tell me!” I yell.

“You.” Dave says and a simper appears on his face, then he pulls out a gun.

“Never trust a stranger, sweetheart.” says Paislee.

“What?”

“It’s you. We were hired by your girlfriend’s parents to plan all this. There was security camera footage of you doing it. After finding this out, they wanted to get rid of you, so that your parents would feel the same pain they were feeling.  They pretended that the footage was deleted, so the cops wouldn’t be in the way. Then they asked us to take you out of the country, then kill you there. I mean we won’t be charged. Nobody’s going to find out. ” he says.

Then he pulls the trigger.


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