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Michael's P.O.V
It was 4:30 am in the morning when I left the pub I was at with my friends,
I can’t remember exactly how I got to my car or where I had been prior but right now I was on the road home. At least I think I am, I can’t really remember where I live. I heard my cellphone go off indicating I had a new message. Taking a look wouldn’t hurt right?
Heey, Michael,
I just wanted to ask if you could pick up Lillian from school tomorrow.
I would have done it myself but I have to go to the doctor with Jamy.
You are the only one I trust to bring her home and she loves you, she always gushes about how good of a babysitter you are.
I will see you tomorrow.
Isabelle.
I threw the phone back onto the passenger’s seat and looked op.
Suddenly I seemed to hit something hard. I hit the brakes and got out of the car.
I wondered what I could have hit although I though it probably must have been a deer or some animal since this road is always deserted. But when I got closer I saw it was a young woman. I couldn’t think straight with all the alcohol running through my system. I grabbed her bag searching for something I could use. After a while I found a wallet.
Opening it I found her I.D and around 500 pounds cash.
Harriet Stone
17 years old
Liverpool
I wondered briefly what the girl was doing all the way out here in Australia but then I saw some car lights in the distance. I grabbed the money and ran back to my car. Driving of never looking back.
*the next morning*
I was awoken by a loud knocking on my front door. I groaned in pain from the headache I had from last night’s drinking. I couldn’t remember anything from last night or how I got home. I got of the couch I apparently fell asleep on and walked to the door. Opening the door I was stood face to face with three police officers. Mister Clifford? One of the officers asked. Yeah that’s me why? You are arrested on suspicion of murder.
And that was it I was taken away.
And that’s how I got where I was now in prison…..