Chapter 2

'What have I done?' she kept thinking over and over again in her head. She could see police men and paramedics gathering around the scene, and she could hear people talking around her. She could smell gas from the car and she could even almost smell the blood from the man she had hit when the paramedics put his body into the ambulance. She was distracted from her thoughts when a man suddenly approached her.

He wore a simple black suit and tie and shoes to match it. He looked worn down, like he hadn't slept in days. But that was just the eyes. The rest of him was perfectly fine. Clothes, hair, shaving, everything.

"Haley? Haley James?"

"Ye...Yeah, that's me," she stuttered.

"I'm inspector John Theroux. I need to ask you some questions regarding your involvement in the accident earlier this evening. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Uh...I...I was at a surprise party for one of my friends but I started to feel sick after a while so I left." Haley started, trying to remember everything.

"At this party, had you been drinking?"

"Just a little..."

"What exactly is a little?"

"Maybe one glass of beer, but I don't even think I finished it…" she said, unsure.

"Okay. Then what happened?" the inspector asked while he wrote something down in his note pad.

"Excuse me, but what are you writing?" she questioned.

"I'm just taking notes of your statement," he answered without looking at her.

"Oh. Okay...um...I got into the car and…"

"If you knew you had been drinking, why didn't you ask someone to drive you?"

"I just…I just felt that just because I wasn't feeling well, didn't have to mean that all of us should have a lousy time. They offered to drive me though, I just saw that they were enjoying themselves and I didn't want to ruin their fun. And I wasn't drunk or anything so I declined. Anyway…I was driving past my work, just like I always do, and after a while I stopped at a red light. I was getting really impatient because there was no one else on the road or even around, and the traffic light still wouldn't turn green so I decided to just keep driving and that's when the guy came out of nowhere and I just...you know. I didn't have time to stop. I swear it was an accident."

"I believe you but I still need you to come down to the station, okay?"

"Yes of course, but could I please just call my husband first and let him know where I am?"

"Yeah, sure. You can use my phone," said the inspector and handed it to her. "I'll be right over there," he said and pointed to one of the police cars. When he had left, Haley started dialing Nathans number. He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Nathan?"

"Haley? Is that you?" he practically yelled, but that was only because the music was so loud at the party.

"Yeah...It's me."

"Are you okay? Did you come home alright?"

"Actually no..." Haley started to feel nervous about what she had to tell him. How do you tell the man you love that you have killed someone?

"What do you mean no?" Nathan asked worried.

"I was sort of in an accident and I..." she was having trouble finding the right words. Then again, are there even any right words? She doubted it. "I hit someone, Nathan. With our car."

"What?! Are you okay?"

"I just have a few cuts and bruises but I'm going to be fine but the man that I hit..."

"What about him?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"He...he died, Nate." The words felt like a punch in the stomach for the both of them.

"He what?" was all he could say.

"He's dead. The police wants me to go down to the station so maybe you could meet me there? I really need you right now...Please?"

"Yeah...Of course I'll be there. I'll go right now."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too. Always."

"And forever," she said before hanging up the phone.

"Are you ready?" she heard the inspector say.

"Yeah…" was all she said and walked her way to the police car.

"Good. Let's go," he said and opened the door for her so she could get in. Then he did the same for himself and then they slowly drove off to the station in silence.