The Bitch You Killed

Bonus Chapter 1

song of the chapter is Jesse McCartney's Beautiful Soul

Some people have been requesting a chapter explaining what Khloe and Jackson's lives might have been like if she was alive or for her to be reincarnated so that they can get together. I don't think that this type of thing would be in any way possible in that I don't believe Jackson and Khloe ever would of met (so to say) if she hadn't of died. With that being said, I've composed this chapter so that people get what they want, without me disregarding the credibility of the story. Hope you enjoy it !!

I had been walking for what felt like hours. My feet were aching and the stupid and clunky boots I was wearing were pinching my toes. I was on the last leg of my shift and I could not wait to get home and get into bed. 

    "Just one half an hour," I muttered to myself as I got back into my car. Oliver climbed into the passenger seat and as I focused on getting the car into motion, he spoke into the walkie talkie.

   "Higgins tasered him and he went down. The old woman got her jewellery back and Jackson said he'd ring for the locks to be replaced tomorrow," he said before laughing, "Oh yeah, Jackson always goes above and beyond for the people."

As I indicated left to turn down towards the station I replied, "she didn't have any kids, I wasn't going to leave her to get ripped off by some scumbag. I'll ring my cousin in the morning and he'll have the locks changed for lunch time."

Oliver nodded, a ghost of a smile lighting up his face before he tilted his head against the window, "I am so ready to get into bed."

Just as I was about to answer, the radio crackled, "anyone in Queens Gardens area? There's been a couple of noise complaints coming from a party."

Before I could even think about it I buzzed in, much to Oliver's dismay.

   "Bro, our shift ends in twenty minutes and we still have paperwork to do, why did you take that?" he asked, his tone disgruntled.

I shrugged my shoulders, not totally sure why I'd decided to take it, "Figured it'd get us a favour next time."

Oliver still wasn't happy but he didn't say anything.

We drove slowly down Queens Gardens, the source of the complaints not being that hard to find. Each house was as equally huge as the one beside it. Balconies overlooked the front and you could just tell inside would be as equally expansive and decorated with nothing but the finest materials.

    "Great, so we have to break up some entitled wild child's party," Oliver muttered as I slowed to a stop and pulled the handbrake on.

    "Stop complaining, you're the one talking weddings with Julie, at least this counts as overtime," I snapped back as I pulled my hat on and closed the car door. The both of us walked up to the driveway, passing by red solo cups and drunken teens who were stumbling about. Oliver reached out to catch one brunette who had tripped in her stupidly high heels when it got caught on the grass. While he dealt with the obviously underage girl, I headed on up the steps and got to the door. It was lying open so I walked in, taking my hat off out of habit, and headed inside.

I asked around in order to find the person who was hosting and was directed to a girl with long blonde hair in the kitchen. She seemed to spot me before and was furiously strutting towards me, "What took you so long? I called you the first time like an hour ago."

I looked about at the teenagers who seemed mostly unconcerned that I was here. I suppose they didn't fear arrest because there was just too many people here for it to be possible, "Is this your party?"