"We know who ran me over. It was Joe."
SANDY'S POV:
As Freddie spoke, my mind flashed back to that night that I'd discovered the truth. I'd been walking to my car that was parked in The Dog car park when I noticed the garage lights were on. Making my way over to investigate, I found Joe cleaning the car…
FREDDIE'S POV:
"Mum, I know it's a shock" I spoke as she remained in silence
"It's not that, love" she informed me "I just feel guilty"
"What do you have to feel guilty about?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at her
She inhaled and exhaled a breath… "I know"
"What?" I asked
"I know. I found out the night it happened" she explained
"And you kept quiet?" I inquired "why didn't you go to the police?"
"Because as much as I'm angry at Joe for doing what he did, I can't hand in my own son" she informed me
"You can't, but I can" I admitted. Turning, I left the room and made my way into the hallway
"Freddie, what're you doing?" she questioned, hurrying after me
"I'm going to the police. Lindsey will back me up. Joe came to see me one night in the hospital and told me that if I didn't stay away from Lindsey he'd make sure I wouldn't wake up" I explained
"Love, you can't" she sighed, dodging past me, standing in front of the door
"Why're you protecting him?" I asked "Mum, he did this to me. He left me for dead"
"I know, darling" she replied
"And you don't think he deserves to be locked up for it?" I questioned
"He deserves to be punished, yes, but not sent to prison" she explained
"And how else do we punish him then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her
She sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders… "Just promise me you're not going to go to the police…"
"I'm off for a rest" I informed her, turning away from her and making my way up the stairs
LINDSEY'S POV:
I sat in my flat but I couldn't concentrate on my books in front of me. All I could think about was Joe and how he could've done something like that to Freddie. Picking up my phone, I bit my lip as I unlocked my keypad, seeing the picture of Freddie and I that had been taken on his birthday. Sighing heavily, I text him…
"Sorry x"
And then dialled 999...
DRAMA, eh? What next?