Chapter 3: Guilty Until Otherwise

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Soon after I barfed my guts out again, I went downstairs to call the police. This is what I told them.

"Uh.... Hello? Uhh, this is Barney Holmes, I need to report... A.. A murder. Uhh, my parents were killed in the middle of the night..." (I burst into tears) "and the murderer framed me! They took my clothes and bloodied them up, and, and, they put a handprint on the curtains and it has my handprint!"

The lady who answered told me that they would be right there. A couple minutes and a few panic attacks later, the cops showed up, and the F.B.I. I told them my story and that they probably took the key to the bank, and they had their people look around while I sat on the couch with Sam, him holding me for comfort as I cried into his shoulder.
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When the FBI finished their work, they told Sam and I that we had to go in for questioning, because being the only other people in the house we were suspects! That comment just made me cry harder, thinking of myself as a murderer! Of my own parents! Sam hugged me even closer as we walked towards the police car. When we got to the car, Sam asked the police if I could change, I looked down, noticing for the first time that I was wearing a nightgown and bunny slippers. I looked up at the cop, and I think because my parents had just been murdered, she took pity on me and let me change into jeans, a t-shirt, and my favorite boots. I also grabbed Sam a sweater and his combat boots he always wears. After I was done, I ran downstairs, and got in the back, handing Sam the sweater and boots. He put them on glancing at me with a thanks on his face.and sadness in his eyes. Then, we buckled up, and the cop drove us to the police headquarters.

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