Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

39: The Day That I Die

27th February 1980, Washington D.C.

HARVEY'S P.O.V.

So, LJ is nowhere to be seen which is weird, but also not so surprising because ever since he bought that car he's been obsessed with it. And we've looked everywhere for him ('we' as in myself, my dads and John have been scouring all the possible places he could be, but no avail we can't seem to find him and we don't know where that bastarding car took him; that would certainly be helpful!. We've actually been increasingly concerned  about him that we've had to contact the local police and declare him as a missing person, I've actually been thinking of the worst scenario that he's been killed by someone or something and it's beginning to worry me a lot but I hope we get him, he may be a absolute pain in the ass sometimes but he's my little brother, I... just want my little brother back, is that too much to ask?. We've been trying to find him for days but he hasn't turned up or made any form of contact with anyone in the family, not just our dads or  our other siblings, but our grandparents, aunts and uncles too not one person has seen him since last Monday its now Tuesday 27th, nine days after he went missing and still no sign of him. The following morning, we get the phone call we've been dreading for by the local police department, that LJ's been found... dead!. I don't know how this could've happened and neither does anyone else, but the policeman said we had to come down to the station and identify the corpse that's presumably LJ  and then they'll tell us what happened to him that led  to his untimely demise. The ride to the police station is understandably quiet and sorrowing, myself, John, Caroline, June and Audrey have lost a brother, our dads have lost a son, our grandparents and aunts and uncles have all lost a grandson and nephew, possibly in the worst way ever death by a car more likely, rather than someone murdering him, i.e. shot or stabbed but we don't know for definite I'm just making up theories about how my little brother may have died and met his untimely end. If it was in fact that murderous car I'm going to convince John that we're going to get rid of it for good so it doesn't try and attack anymore victims and of course doesn't kill anyone else in the family. We all solemnly arrive at the police station, everyone is still in complete shock of what has happened to LJ, a policeman arrives who works in the Homicide Department (and no it's not Captain Will Fritz, that my dads knew 17 years ago) he leads us into a small room (claustrophobic, much?) and motions for us all to sit in front of him as he then proceeds to tell us what happened to LJ. We are told that LJ had died on the Saturday, so that would've been the 23rd and his cause of death is what I suspected the car had killed him, he had crashed into the crash barrier after swerving to avoid an oncoming car and thrown from the car, through the windshield and into a ditch next to a small stream, god knows what speed he was going at when it happened, but unfortunately his death was at his own accord the car itself had nothing to do with it murderer wise I can't quite put my finger on how it could've just been a fatal accident or in fact suicide, but why would he have been depressed maybe because his car wasn't allowed to be in the driveway or the fact that his rust bucket wasn't accepted by our dads, or even myself and John who actually gave him a lot of hassle for it to be fair I now feel extremely guilty about it and I'm sure John feels the same, because if we weren't all complete assholes about him and his car then maybe he wouldn't have ended up lying dead in a ditch for four days straight. I'm sorry, little bro I wish I could take back what I said, but now it's too late I hope you're doing okay wherever you are, we all miss you already.

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*All rights go to: Good Charlotte
Written by: Joel Madden*