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Annie POV

I woke up that morning to the loud ringing of the phone. No one else would pick it up, Dixon would still be asleep, Mom had probably gone out to Pilates already. So it was down to me, who probably should be getting my sleep after the past couple of days I'd had.

So I answered the phone after practically falling down the stairs.

"Hello?" I asked, impatient to roll back into bed and try to fall asleep until at least twelve. I licked my sleep dried lips and cleaned the gunk out of my eyes while asking this, trying to make myself feel more alive so I'd be able to continue a conversation.

"Hello... Miss? I'm Police Officer Lopez, is Annie Wilson there?" Came an authorative voice of a man down the phone. My heart jumped right up into the sleep dulled throat, palms sweating and making the reciever damp.

Wait, why did the cops want to talk to me... Was this about the hit and run? Oh God.

OH GOD.

OH HOLY CRAP SHITTING HELL.

I was in big fucking trouble. Now I don't normally cuss, not even in my head, but I think this is a special situation. I paused for a few seconds, which felt like forever.

"Miss?"

"Erm, Annie Wilson is speaking? What seems to be the problem officer?" I managed to choke out, pulse beating like a hummingbird through all the veins and arteries. I was going to jail! I was going to die!

"Just to inform you that a car registered in your name has been reported to have been in a hit and run. You'll need to come down to the station to identify it, then call a mechanic to get it all fixed up. Of course, the culprit's insurance will have to cover it fully."

"Erm.." Wait, what? The culprit? As in, the person who'd committed the crime? As in, they didn't think it was me? What the fuck was going on? I leant against the wall and slid down so I was sitting onto the floor, breath literally knocked out of me. "I don't understand officer?"

"Your car was involved in a hit and run without your knowledge." He repeated, very slowly.

"Oh, okay. I'll come by and get it..." I trailed off and hung up, unable to comprehend? One question hung in my brain: who did they think did it? Who had confessed or been hauled in? Well I definitely couldn't go in this state...

I somehow managed to stumble upstairs and crawled into bed, hiding my head underneath the duvet. This was too much for me to bear. I had to find out, but I was just too exhausted.