Hearing sirens roar through the camp, their hastily behaviour confusing me as I watch several of officers exit their vehicles two marching towards Elsa, "Elsa Mars, we have a warrant to search the premises in order to find critical evidence in the disappearance of detective Robert Bunch." One informs as I stare confoundedly as Elsa responds "On what grounds officer?" sharply snatching the warrant from his hands, opening it.
" We received an anonymous tip that he was murdered here. Which one of these tents belongs to Dell Toledo?" He asks confidently, Dell? What is going on? Who gave them the tip? "That one!" Elsa immediately points directing their attention as two officers charge into his trailer, frightening Desiree who races out screaming "Dell!" All I can do is watch everything unfold, my eyes shifting around the camp watching the officers guard us, preventing us from leaving, seeing everyone astonished by their presence waiting for them to finish searching Dell's trailer.
"Theres' nothing here!" They yell exiting his trailer as another furiously orders them "To tear this place apart" in the search for evidence. Police officers began rummaging through the grounds, through all the tents and trailers flipping them upside down, searching for evidence.
"Clear!" One shouts exiting my tent flashing a pair of my underwear in my face, "Do you mind if I keep this?"He asks humiliatingly, my face feeling hot and blush as I yank the knickers from his grip folding my arms hiding them. Bastard.
"Got something!" Someone shouts we all stand on high alert snapping our heads to the officer stepping out of Meep's tent gripping him tightly, clutching the police badge we watch in horror as the police arrest Meep throwing him in the back of the car.
Fear builds in my chest as Meep is taken further and further away, his voice growing incredibly quiet and his face peering through the back window vanishes, Elsa holds Jimmy back as the cars speeds away. Bastards. It's clearly not Meep! A deflated feeling swirls within me as I ball the underwear in my hand returning to my tent throwing them it to a draw. It's time, I've got get rid of them before anything else bad happens.
Storming over to my dresser opening the top draw, sticking my hand in reaching to the very back of the draw retrieving the old diary entries scrunched in a ball tucking the ball into the pocket, sneaking a pot out of the kitchen before quietly navigating my way through the deserted grounds towards the Ferris wheel. Taking a seat on the broken, rusted Ferris wheel seat nestling in the field. Placing the scrunched up ball of diary entries in the pot adding small amount of petrol before sparking a match tossing it in the pot as it erupts into flames. My knees close to my chests hugging them as I poke the scrunched paper ball ensuring it burns, the fire illuminating my face feeling the warm glow and the smell burning of paper. It's therapeutic. Removing all the bad memories and thoughts, preventing anyone here knowing who I was before but more important distracting myself from thinking about Meep.
"Angel" Jimmy coughs catching attention. "Jimmy?" I sigh
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asks shakily, gripping a bottle of alcohol. "Not at all" I exclaim patting the space beside me as he drops down sudden pressing his lips against the bottle. "What are you doing?" Jimmy asks pointing at the small bonfire glowing in front of us, "It's nothing, just trying to preoccupy myself from thinking about Meep" I state prodding the light fire again seeing flickers of paper fly around the pot landing back in the fire.
"Same" Jimmy response lifting the bottle, before offering it to me. Why not, it helps. Lightly gripping the bottle, drinking from it tasting the familiar taste of alcohol on my taste-buds before passing it back. Jimmy spilling his guts out to me laying his head on my lap tearfully, repetitively stating it shouldn't have done it, "Jimmy you saved the twins you did a good thing. The police probably planted the badge in Meep's tent when they were searching hoping to stitch him up and get information. That's not your fault" I assure him, lightly stroking his head.
"Angel you don't get it! I planted the badge in Dell's trailer... To get rid of him!" Jimmy shouts tossing the bottle away irritably. He did what?
"You tried to frame Dell?" I ask, as Jimmy nods his head gripping on to my legs. Jimmy.
"Then it's not your fault, it's Dells he stitched Meep up not you" I state clearly as Jimmy sits up quickly, standing up walking away from me. What? What did I say? Is he pissed at me? Watching Jimmy walk back to camp hanging his head depressingly and shoving his hand in his pockets, I hate seeing him like this. He just needs some time alone... I don't think I was hopefully at all. Continuing to poke the fire ensuring it all burns and is totally unreadible I distinguish the fire.
Later that night I hear a car speeding through the country creating a dust cloud as it zooms down the path, arriving at the entrance investigating our late night visitor as the car throws something out in front of us before driving away as fast at they came. Standing behind Jimmy carefully fearing what lies in our mysterious package, as he kneels down lifting the material, instantly covering my mouth in horror tears tickling from my eyes whilst Jimmy yells agonisingly at the top of his lungs as little Meep lies bloody and beating wrapping in cheap material. Ethel grasps Jimmy's shoulders in attempts to calm her screaming son without success.
Diary,
Meep's dead...
THEY KILLED HIM! THEN JUST THROW HIM AWAY LIKE HE WAS NOTHING! Like he was nothing more than common rubbish!I can't explain how I feel, it's just raw. My eyes are slightly bloodshot and sore from crying, my ears are ringing from Jimmy's agonising yells. They didn't need to take Meep, it was obvious from the start Meep wasn't and isn't capable of murder... Yet they stole him from us and murdered him... Even if they didn't physically they allowed it to happen!
Dell.
It's Dell's fault he's dead! Why would you do plant the badge in Meep's tent!? He's so innocent!
Could have put it in mine! If it would help Meep!
Bad news!... Bloody under statement!
