How It All Happened

Chapter 5: I Didn't Do It.

*Caylee’s P.O.V*

          As we drove back to the Motel 6, I couldn’t keep from wondering what had just happened.  Who was that guy?  Who exactly was he talking about when he said ‘We’re watching you.’?  I was so confused.  What had I done wrong?  I’d come home from a long day to find out that a girl had been killed in my driveway.  I didn’t do it, I didn’t know WHO did it, so I couldn’t have gained any enemies from it.  Ugh, it was all so confusing!

            “Caylee!” Michael’s voice brought me back to reality.

            “Hmm?”  What did he want?

            “We’re here,” he said.  Oh.  That’s what he wanted.

            “Oh.  Okay, I’ll just go change,” I told him.

            “Do you mind if I come with you?  I just want to make sure you don’t slip and fall again,” he said, laughing.

            I laughed, “Okay, no problem.”  As we walked up to my room, I looked down to the parking lot and thought I saw someone quickly hide behind Michael’s cruiser.  Was that the guy from the Walmart dressing room?  No, I was just being paranoid, it wouldn’t be him.  Or would it?  Is he following me?  No.  Stop that Caylee.  Just stop.

            I opened the door to my motel room and a putrid smell smacked me in the face.  I turned away and gagged.  Michael’s eyes went wide when he smelled it and he went right into the room.  God, what was that horrible smell?

            “Caylee!  What did you do?!” Michael yelled from in the room.

            “What?  Nothing!  I’ve been with you all day!” I yelled back.

            “You did it last night then, this wasn’t done recently.”  What was he talking about?  I took a big breath of fresh air and went into the motel room.

            “What are you talkin. . . HOLY CRAP! WHAT THE HELL!?”

            “When did you do it Caylee?  When did you kill him?  Now we know it was you who killed the girl at the bus stop.  You’ve been careless.  You thought I wouldn’t come in here didn’t you?”

            “Oh my god, no!  I didn’t!  I swear!  Please, just take me out of here, take me to the station, let them question me and lock me up.   Just don’t let me see that anymore, I can’t stand it,” I rambled on and on, I just wanted out of there; and quick.

            “Let’s go then,” Michael said.  We locked the door behind us and walked back down the cruiser.  Of course, I was still in my clothes from yesterday with Walmart bags clutched in my fists.  I didn’t even really care anymore; not after seeing what I just saw.  That guy in the bathtub, he looked horrible, even for a dead guy.  Decapitated with multiple lacerations, that’s probably how the police would describe it, but let me tell you, it looked much worse than you could even imagine.  God, that bathroom was covered in blood, the bathtub full of it.  It was horrible, I never want to go to a Motel 6 again, I’ll always be reminded of that.  The worst part?  I knew who that guy was.  It was my ex-boyfriend, Billy.

A/N:  Sorry for the short chapers guys!  I'll try to make them longer from now on, I just like to leave you with cliffhangers. . . :D  Hope you liked this one!