Insecurity

Chapter 25

Ella's POV:

I was speeding down the interstate. Everything. It was just too much to handle. I ruined my whole life for myself.

I get stopped by a cop for speeding.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast your going?" He asks.
"I don't know, a thousand miles per hour." I reply sarcastically.
"Uh huh. License and registration please." He says.
I pulled out my wallet and take out my license. He looks at it and then walks back to his car. He comes back with a ticket.
"Ma'am, please do not speed." He said handing me the ticket.

I snatch the ticket from his hand. He walks away. I look at the ticket. $300. Who really cares. I'm going to die anyways.

I grabbed my phone. I text Lucas.
Have a nice life without me. Goodbye. Your child will need you.
I text the same thing to Dylan.

I stopped by Dollar General. I bought envelopes and paper. I sat in the seat of the car and started writing. I wrote a letter to my children. When they were old enough, I wanted them to know why I died and how much I loved them. I seal the envelope.

I started driving again. I was going to the bridge downtown. I stopped the car a while later. Wind blowing in my hair.

I leave the letter in the car. I step up onto the sidewalk. I look down over the bridge. Water splashes over the rocks.

Memories flood back. Not the bad ones, the good ones. When Lucas kissed me at the beach. When he asked me to prom. When I had my baby shower. When I went to the fair with my mom and dad.

So many good things that I've endured, and I'm ending my life because of one stupid choice. No. I can't do this. I just can't.

I look back at the water. A smile grows on my face. I can do this. I am going to have ups and downs in life. I can face them.

Who cares if Lucas and me are over. I am my own person. I can do whatever I want. I am me.

I sit on the bridge. My face toward the water. I dangle my legs. I sit there thinking about everything. Suddenly, I feel hands on my back. I turn around and see Lucas.

With force, I am pushed off the bridge. As I fall down to the water, I land, hitting my head on a rock. The last thing I see is blood. Then everything goes black.

Lucas' POV:

I park my car. Ella is sitting on the bridge. She is looking at the water. Anger filtrates me.

She cheated on me. She broke my heart. She had a baby with another man! I hate him. I hate her. Why did I ever love her?

I walk up to her. I put my hands on her back. She turns around, and I push. She falls down to the water.

Her head lands on the rocks. In three seconds, blood is everywhere. Her eyes are blank. They have no expression. Her mouth was open with shock. The anger leaves me.

Oh no. What did I do? What have I done? I just murdered the woman I love. I'm just like her father. I have to keep this a secret. I call the police.
"Hello! 911? Yeah. My girlfriend. I think she committed suicide. She fell on one of the rocks. There is blood everywhere!" I cry.

I tell them where I'm at. I hang up. When they get there, I just freeze, watching them squirm.

The cop walked down to the water. She checks her pulse.
"Dead. We're to late," She replied,"bring her back for an autopsy and call her family."

I drove to the police station in my car. When I got there, I sat in a chair and wait. Her family ran into the police station a while later. Dylan was holding my child. I snatched Logan from him.
"Hold your own damn child." I sneered.
"Where's my daughter, Lucas?" Ella's mom asked ignoring my insult.
Oh god. They haven't told her.
"She committed suicide." I reply.

She falls down to her knees in tears. Dylan and her father start crying as well. They try to comfort her mom as well.

Why is Dylan crying? He barely knew her. He just used her. I ball up my fists, but then I hear someone call my name. I unclench them.
"Mr. Dodd, we have found out something." She stuttered.
"Yes? What is it?" Her dad asked.
"She was murdered. She didn't commit suicide. Mr. Dodd, can you please come with me?" She asks.

I nod, and follow her. We go into an interrogation room. I sit. I gulp.
"Mr. Dodd. You were the only one there, when she was killed. You said you saw her fall, but you were too late? No. We found your hand prints on her shirt. You pushed her."

Should I tell her? I can't keep this secret for my whole life. That's horrible and almost impossible. I look into her eyes. They look serious but bored. I decide to give up. They already have evidence.
"Yes. I killed her. Now I feel awful about it. I didn't know what I was doing!" I yelped.
"Of course you didn't. Mr. Dodd, you're under arrest for murder." She says.
"No! No! You can't do this!" I start to freak.

More cops hustle in and take me to a cell.