She did it. She ran him over. She started yelling frantically. "Cameron, Cameron!" Her yells were desperate and pleading. I ran to her side. "What the fuck! Amy why were you driving in the first place? You know you are drunk!" "Melissa, please help him" she pleaded tears falling from her eyes as she pleads and hopes that her boyfriend is still alive. I round the car to the other side. There he is laying still. "Cameron?" My voice cracked. "C-Cameron, please answer." Tears were threatening to spill. Now don't get me wrong. I hate him. Capital H-A-T-E hate him, that jerk deserved all of this and more. I'm not crying because he's dead, well I am, but I'm crying because I don't want to go to jail. I just can't blame Amy, she deserves better than that asshole. All he would do is beat her and one time she almost lost her baby because of him. Believe me when I say I'm glad he's dead, I mean it I'm glad he's dead. Now the only problem is how on earth are we going to get rid of the evidence without it coming back to us?
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300 Or Less
De TodoJust bits and pieces of stories I start but could never find a way to create a whole book. All 300 words or less. Perhaps someone will read this and continue a story out of it... Sorry ahead of time for any grammar and spelling mistakes. These are a...
