Melanie's Murder Mysteries

Chapter Three - Big Mistake

Before he could get too close, I bolted back down the dirt path towards Jason's car through the rain that started as I ran.
I more fell than ran down the muddy slope, and landed face first in a dark muddy brown puddle.

I got up on my knees, wiping the sludge off of my face and looked up at the slope behind me, and tried to see through the pounding rain if Michael was still coming. He had just come into view.
Oh great.

I jumped up and sprinted, slipping towards Jason's car. I knew it was still unlocked, but I wasn't sure whether he had trusted me enough to leave the keys in the ignition.

Thankfully he had thought me dimwitted enough not to do anything, the keys where still in the ignition where he had left them.

I jumped onto the red embroidered leather of the drivers seat and locked the doors.

Michael was just slipping down the slope. Like me he more fell than ran.

I started the car and sped across the grass to the road. Unfortunately, it was a one-way street, and it led straight back to Michael's house. Where we had left Jason.

There was no other of option; I had to go back the way I came.

Michael saw what I was doing, and he knew I had no choice but to head back. I could see him trying to scramble back up the muddy slope and running across the drenched grass to the road.

I had hoped I would make it past the toilet block before he got to the road. No such luck.

We played a very fast game of chicken. He thought I was bluffing, and that I would stop in front of him just in time. I guess he underestimated me. He barely got out of the way as I raced down the road.

I started laughing like a maniac. An hour ago I thought I would be home studying in my nice warm leather office chair, not stealing a car to get away from some idiots in my class!

Sooner than I wanted, I could see Michael's house coming into view.

I followed the bend and saw Jason on the side of the road near the cottages gate. He looked confused as he saw me driving his own car straight towards him.

I guess Michael and Jason think alike, because Jason had jumped out into the middle of the small dingy street. He must have thought I was bluffing too.

It was my last big mistake of the day to think that he would get out of the way in time, just as Michael had, but I was wrong. He made had just made his biggest and very last mistake.

I felt a sickening thud as his body went under the wheels. I will never forget the look on that pale blue-eyed face as he realized, that neither of us was going to move.

Don't get me wrong, I feel terrible to know that I killed him. But he was the one who didn't get out of the way.

I stopped the car and jumped out. It was obvious from first sight, even though through the downpour of rain, that his neck was broken. I knew I wouldn't need to check for vital signs.

I started freaking out. I knew Michael was coming and he couldn't know. No one could.

The break was a clean one. The grazes from being dragged along the bitumen weren't bleeding. There was no blood on the road at all. Even if there was, the rain would probably wash it away.

For some reason I thought back to all of the 'Miss Marple' books that had carried me through my lonely childhood and teenage years. I knew how a murderers mind worked. And I knew what any kind of cop or investigator searching for someone would be looking for.

I ran to the car and backed the trunk of the car as close to his body as possible, so I wouldn't need to drag him so far and risk making his wounds bleed.

I popped the trunk, and quickly hauled him into it. Its a good thing muscles don't weigh much.

I closed the trunk and jumped back into the car. I started driving down the road as calmly as I could.

Michael's giant silhouette was dragging its feet around the corner, exhausted from running. He would never see his friend again.

Shit! I forgot about Jason's phone! When Michael saw that Jason was nowhere to be found he would try to call!

I drove a few blocks down the road and turned down a daunting dead-end ally way.

I know what your probably thinking, no I'm not as stupid as to ditch the car and run.

I turned the car off when to the trunk and opened it. I hadn't braced myself to see him like this again. It was nauseating. At one point today I might, might, have a small crush on him; but that went out the window ages ago. But your first love is the hardest to forget.

I don't remember much from that point on. I can only recall searching his pockets for his phone and taking the battery out of it, so it wouldn't make any noise, and putting it back in his pocket.

I got back in the car and drove out of Edinburgh. I think it stopped raining as we got out of the city.

I know I didn't lose my head and run for it, because I came home that night. Thankfully Mum wasn't asking any questions about why I was so late. I was supposed to be home hours ago. I think I must have only driven a short way out of Edinburgh, and hid the car with Jason's body inside it, and walked home.

It has been six years since then, and No one has found hide nor hair of him.

Some good did come of this though. Michael knows I did something to his friend. He gives me a wide birth and listens to me when I tell him to back off if I find him picking on little kids. At least thats something, right?

Though I just wish I could remember where I hid Jason's body.

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Thanks for taking the time to read my story! I hope you liked it

This is my first proper story, so I'm not very good. But its a start, right?

By JodieAnn999, Yr. 10 English, 2016