Paramedics dressed in uniform rushed into the apartment. Immediately they
began treating the beaten up being on the floor. Jamie stood by in a state
of shock. He propped up his body against the living room wall, trying hard
to maintain his balance. A police officer entered the apartment. A man,
in his mid-thirties, approached Jamie.
"Are you the one who called this in?" he asked referring to Alec's situation.
A million thoughts ran through Jamie's head. 'I killed him. I killed him. I killed him.' Almost believing the officer could hear his thoughts, Jamie nodded his head.
"You have to come down the station with me," the officer stated in a firm tone.
Jamie looked at the man in uniform. "What for?" He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to . . . he didn't mean for this to happen. This wasn't happening.
The distinctive ring of a cell phone was heard. Routinely, he reached inside his jacket pocket and answered it. "Yeah?"
"Jamie, it's Tyler. Where are you?" he asked with a curious tone.
"I just went for a drive," Jamie managed to reply. "Is there any change?" he asked hopefully, recalling the grave state Caitie was in prior to his departure.
"She's stable, just not awake."
"Tyler, something happened . . ." Jamie began to trail off as his eyes met the officer's. "I'll call you later."
As soon as Jamie hung up his cell phone, the officer began speaking.
"You are under arrest for suspected homicide. You have the right to remain silent, anything that is said can and will be used against you in a court of law . . ."
Hearing the cliché Miranda rights so often recited in television and movies, Jamie's mind went blank with shock.
*
Tyler opened the door to his apartment. He removed a stack of letters from his mailbox and placed it on the glass table in the hallway. After staying at the hospital for the last few days, his apartment was virtually untouched. He proceeded into the kitchen and took out a carton of milk. Drinking straight from the carton, he began rummaging for something to eat.
Tyler and Val took turns staying at the hospital with Caitie. It was only a few days ago she had undergone surgery. After a lengthy stay in the recovery room, she was finally stable enough to be moved.
After successfully locating a box of chocolate chip cookies, Tyler sat down at the kitchen table. He wondered where Jamie was. More so, he was worried about what Jamie might do. Only briefly speaking with him a few days ago, his only contact with him was through unreturned voicemail messages.
Seeing Caitie lying in a hospital bed triggered feelings of anger within Tyler. It triggered a feeling of guilt, as well as a feeling of pain. Caitie had grown to be one of Tyler's closest friends. As if watching her struggle to hang on wasn't bad enough, it was also painful to see Val shed so many tears. It was painful to fill out a police report, something he had the responsibility of doing that morning.
The glowing red numbers indicated that it was almost 5 p.m.
Tyler stretched his arms as he got up from the table. He threw out the empty milk carton and returned the cookies to their place in the cupboard. As Tyler headed towards the bathroom, intent on grabbing a quick shower, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Tyler stated into the receiver anticipating Val's voice.
"Hey man."
"Jamie? What's going on?" Tyler asked concerned. Jamie had disappeared for a few days . . . something didn't feel right. Something wasn't right.
"I've been arrested. Can you come down here?" Jamie asked quietly.
"Arrested? Yeah I can come get you. Are you being released?" Tyler grabbed his keys from the table as he balanced the phone with his shoulder.
"Bail is set at fifty grand," Jamie added quietly.
"I'll be right there."
A/N: Honestly, I'm not thrilled with this. I want to write a cool ending, but I ended up with this chapter. Tell me what you think. Please review! Thanks MM for beta-ing.
"Are you the one who called this in?" he asked referring to Alec's situation.
A million thoughts ran through Jamie's head. 'I killed him. I killed him. I killed him.' Almost believing the officer could hear his thoughts, Jamie nodded his head.
"You have to come down the station with me," the officer stated in a firm tone.
Jamie looked at the man in uniform. "What for?" He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to . . . he didn't mean for this to happen. This wasn't happening.
The distinctive ring of a cell phone was heard. Routinely, he reached inside his jacket pocket and answered it. "Yeah?"
"Jamie, it's Tyler. Where are you?" he asked with a curious tone.
"I just went for a drive," Jamie managed to reply. "Is there any change?" he asked hopefully, recalling the grave state Caitie was in prior to his departure.
"She's stable, just not awake."
"Tyler, something happened . . ." Jamie began to trail off as his eyes met the officer's. "I'll call you later."
As soon as Jamie hung up his cell phone, the officer began speaking.
"You are under arrest for suspected homicide. You have the right to remain silent, anything that is said can and will be used against you in a court of law . . ."
Hearing the cliché Miranda rights so often recited in television and movies, Jamie's mind went blank with shock.
*
Tyler opened the door to his apartment. He removed a stack of letters from his mailbox and placed it on the glass table in the hallway. After staying at the hospital for the last few days, his apartment was virtually untouched. He proceeded into the kitchen and took out a carton of milk. Drinking straight from the carton, he began rummaging for something to eat.
Tyler and Val took turns staying at the hospital with Caitie. It was only a few days ago she had undergone surgery. After a lengthy stay in the recovery room, she was finally stable enough to be moved.
After successfully locating a box of chocolate chip cookies, Tyler sat down at the kitchen table. He wondered where Jamie was. More so, he was worried about what Jamie might do. Only briefly speaking with him a few days ago, his only contact with him was through unreturned voicemail messages.
Seeing Caitie lying in a hospital bed triggered feelings of anger within Tyler. It triggered a feeling of guilt, as well as a feeling of pain. Caitie had grown to be one of Tyler's closest friends. As if watching her struggle to hang on wasn't bad enough, it was also painful to see Val shed so many tears. It was painful to fill out a police report, something he had the responsibility of doing that morning.
The glowing red numbers indicated that it was almost 5 p.m.
Tyler stretched his arms as he got up from the table. He threw out the empty milk carton and returned the cookies to their place in the cupboard. As Tyler headed towards the bathroom, intent on grabbing a quick shower, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Tyler stated into the receiver anticipating Val's voice.
"Hey man."
"Jamie? What's going on?" Tyler asked concerned. Jamie had disappeared for a few days . . . something didn't feel right. Something wasn't right.
"I've been arrested. Can you come down here?" Jamie asked quietly.
"Arrested? Yeah I can come get you. Are you being released?" Tyler grabbed his keys from the table as he balanced the phone with his shoulder.
"Bail is set at fifty grand," Jamie added quietly.
"I'll be right there."
A/N: Honestly, I'm not thrilled with this. I want to write a cool ending, but I ended up with this chapter. Tell me what you think. Please review! Thanks MM for beta-ing.