JUNE 14, 2031, 09:30 C.T.

LOG: WINSTON CHAMBERS

ADD: NONE

NOTICE: SUSPECT WAS UNTOLD OF CERTAIN DETAILS, INCLUDING FATHER OF SAID CHILD AND OTHER VICTIMS

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…Alright, what is this?

Is this some sort of ploy? I haven't done anything, you know, if that's what you're wondering. I don't have to tell you anything.

...Oh. You… want to ask me stuff? Yeah, I guess that's alright. What do you want?

My name… Winston. I know, I know, it sounds uptight like one of those Yorkshire wankers, but it ain't my fault. My parents were that one prime ministers great great niece and nephew or something… they're cousins, believe it or not. Gross, I know.

Age… twenty. I don't look like it, but it's true. Occupation? None. I live alone and on welfare at the moment. I rent out an old apartment near the theater district. I only chose that cause it brought back memories… I could live in a place three times as cheap as where I do now, but I don't.

Alright, I can answer whatever you want. Just give me a question, whatever… gets me…

Lola?

Why do you have that? What…

Yeah, I know her. KNEW her, more like it. We were friends for the longest time. We were around six when we met, I think… we knew each other until I left junior year of high school.

What does this have to do with anything? I mean, I don't see why-

...What?

Are you… are you serious? She's GONE?

No… that isn't true. You're lying, aren't you? This is a bluff, you're just trying to get a confession out of me! I want a lawyer! You can't prove anything!

-Officer's were forced to consol subject after suffering apparent mental break. Audio Log resumes immediately after.-

Ok, ok… you're not lying. She's a criminal. B-but WHY? She isn't a bad person! She was my age, not old enough to do anything!

Oh, geez, this is too much to handle… sounds like some Agatha Christie novel or shit like that… that's hard to believe. I guess you want to know what I know then, huh?

Well, it's the only logical thing! Look, I'll tell you everything. Just, let me go home later. I have a girlfriend that'll be wondering where I went if I show up any later than 8:00. She's six months on, guys, I can't leave her…

When I first met her? That's easy. It was at a beauty pageant. I know, you look at me and think, "Wow, that guy is pageant worthy! Totally believable!" Well, I was a better looking kid, believe it or not. I actually won a few. The first time I lost one, actually, was to Lola. It was kind of my fault, though… I gave her a perfect score as a guest member of the panel. She was thrilled, though…

We became friends after that. We stayed that way until I dropped out. Anything else?

Details? Seriously? I've told you everything I know, so why…

Why did I drop out? Hmm… that isn't easy to explain to police, heh… you really want to know?

Well, I guess it was being a teenager, you know? The whole rebellion stage of things, how it all went back to the thought adults were unfair. And I fell for it. I HATED grown ups. It was that one book, The Catcher in the Rye. My parents had a private study, see, and they let me read anything I wanted to. That book, it inspired me to be myself. And being, well, a spoiled rich kid, that led me down a bad path.

What do I mean? Well, you know… drugs. Both my parents smoked, those fine Cuban cigars and all that. I started when I was, what, fifteen? I prefer Camels, to be honest. I'm not a fancy dude. But yeah, cigarettes led to weed, which led to, uh, crack, which ended up with me doing a lot more illegal stuff.

I swear, I've been clean for a year now. Well, 9 months, but give or take… I stopped completely when my girlfriend became pregnant. We met at a drug party, believe it or not. She and I are one in the same. But so far this year, its been cold turkey. It hasn't been pretty, but it's for the kids sake. I may be a junkie, but I'm no monster. I wouldn't live with myself if that kid came out a psych or whatever.

Meth was the worst drug I took… that explains my face. The bug feeling, you know? It gave me a good feeling though, the paranoid feeling. It soothed me, led me to sleep… I became addicted. I'm not gonna name my dealer or anything, I don't want him to go down, but I swear I haven't bought anything from him in months.

No, Lola didn't do any of that. She was disgusted with it. That's probably what led her to break up with me. Oh, I didn't mention? Me and her dated in high school for a while. Good times… I was her first time, you know. Good shit…

But yeah, the drugs got to me. Now here I am. And now here you are, telling me the first girl I ever loved croaked. It should have been me, you know. I OD'd twice. One when I was 18 and the other when I was a Sophomore. Both horrible feelings, and both led me to jail. I got out, though; what I know, Michigan takes a liberal approach to the drug crisis.

Yeah, I'm going to rehab. Been going on my own for six months. Last Christmas, I spent it with other people for the first time in a while. That was nice… when you become like me, you… you forget the little things like that. You forget that in place of your next fix.

What can I tell you about Lola… she was beautiful. The prettiest, most honest woman I knew. Some people in school saw her as a bitch, but I didn't care. She was my princess, the only one I could trust. She wasn't perfect, of course, but to me? She could do no wrong.

When she broke up with me, that was the worst day of my life. That's the night I overdosed for the first time. That's also when I realized what I was: an addict. But I didn't care. I was living fix to fix and didn't give a shit. Not depressed, just high on heroin and cocaine. That's what happens when you don't care anymore, I guess…

That's the same day I got kicked out of my house. It was my fault; my parents cared about me, but I wouldnt get help. I stayed with my friend until HE kicked me out, no doubt cause of the drugs. Now I live above some old Chinese restaurant where my girlfriend works. We're moving in together eventually, when the baby comes.

I don't know where it went wrong. I was only trying to break my conformity… I was trying to rebel, not ruin my life. I did just that.

Do I regret it? Oh, yeah, definitely. If I could go back, I'd fix mostly everything. I wouldn't have started. I would have married Lola, we could have had kids together… she would have been a good mother. She has a soft spot for kids.

I hope she didn't have kids… I mean, if she DID, then that's good for her. I'm happy for her. But nobody should see their parents become monsters. I'm dead to my parents, they saw their son become evil. But nobody wants their parents to be on the run.

She did? Well, then, she was a good mother to her, I have no doubt. That girl was lucky… hopefully she grows to be as good as her mother.

You know, my girlfriend and I are hoping we have a girl. Boys are alright and all, but I would love to have a girl. Hopefully, whatever we have, we can raise it to be different than us. We know our mistakes, and we're standing up and taking credit for them. It's not too late for me OR my girlfriend. It just shows how you can do anything if you believe in them.

Names? No, we hadn't thought about them… We've had ideas, but nothing stuck.

Now?

I like that name, Lola...

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