How could this happen to me?

Chapter 3: The morning after

Nick woke up with one of the worst headaches he had ever had. He had had hangovers before, but none were ever this bad. What he couldn't understand was why he had a hangover, because he had only had two beers.

Suddenly Nick realized that he wasn't in his own bed. He slowly sat up. He was in a little cell, with a bed, toilet and table. Then it dawned on him: he was in lockup. But why was he there.

Getting very confused, Nick looked out of the cell door, and realized that Greg and Sara were standing at the bars. Nick also saw that they both had tears in their eyes.

"Hey guys, what am I doing in lock up?"

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Greg asked him. "Tell us the last thing you remember."

"Sure, I was driving home, and I was about 10 minutes away."

"That's all?" Greg asked again.

"Yes. Now I assume that I didn't make it home, or I wouldn't be lying here in lockup. Now please tell me what happened."

This time it was Sara who spoke to him. "Nick, you rolled your car last night on your way home."

Nick was shocked. "Then why aren't I at the hospital?"

"You weren't hurt at all Nick," Greg told him.

"Then why am I here?"

Sara spoke again. "You're here Nick because you rolled your car over a 7 year old girl."

Nick felt as though someone had kicked him.

"But she's ok right?"

Greg shook his head. "She was alive and conscious when they got her to the hospital. They took her into surgery right away. But she died at 6 this morning.

"What time is it now?"

"About 9am," Sara said.

Nick was speechless. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that he would ever hit someone. As he struggled to remember the night before, but was shocked to find he couldn't. How could that be? He hadn't had that much to drink the night before, only two beers.

After a few seconds of shock Nick realized Sara was talking to him. "Sorry, come again?"

"Her family wants to talk to you. There coming in right now."

With that Greg and Sara walked off to the end of the hall. Nick looked towards the door and saw Brass leading a man in his late thirties and a teenage boy down towards his cell. After they were at the door he walked off.

After a couple seconds of silence the man spoke. "Hello Mr. Stokes, my names Malcolm O'Neill. This is my son George."

The boy was looking murder at Nick, and Nick suddenly had a flashback to the night before. It was very fuzzy, but it was there. A boy leaning over a lump in the grass, and himself thinking that maybe he was looking for his watch, or something like that.

"So, you're the man who killed my sister?" The question hurt more then Nick thought possible.

"I'm so………"

"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH," George screamed.

Nick just hung his head. He knew it wasn't enough, but he still wanted to try.

When he looked up again, Nick just saw Mr. O'Neill gently pushing his son towards the door. Then he turned back to Nick.

"I just want to let you know, Mr. Stokes, that I don't hate you for what you did. It was an accident. I can never forgive you, you were drinking and driving, but I don't hate you."

After that he walked after his son, taking him by the shoulder and leading him away. Before leaving the hall Nick saw George throw a look of absolute hatred at him. Even if his father did not hate Nick for what he did, Nick knew that George always would.

Nick sat down on the bed, head in his hands. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him.

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Sorry this took so long. I just was super busy. I'll try to update more regularly now.