Young Adult

Chapter twenty - The cover up

I stood shaking behind Ezra, I don't know what they found, but it's obviously incriminating.

Ezra turned to face me "it's okay, I'll call our lawyer and get things ready, follow them for now but don't answer any questions or put your prints anywhere." I nodded and followed the detectives into their car.

Once we arrived at Mr Stevenson's desk he showed me the footage from a CCTV camera, it was a side view of me collapsing at the sight of the body. It didn't show the body or a murder weapon but it did raise some questions.

"Can you explain to me what's going on?" The detective asked, six years ago Charlottes dad's 'employee's' got rid of any footage and replaced the murder weapon. Making it look like the man died from suicide, the embarrassment caused the man's father to cover it up.

But obviously the cops didn't buy it like the press did and questioned me and Charlotte that night, they let us go because they had no evidence but it still looked sketchy.

I regained my composure and just repeated what I was told to say last time, "I was the one that found his body, obviously I was shocked, I don't get how this implies that I saw him being killed." The detective sighed.

"You're right, I need evidence to arrest you or ms Wilemburg, but surely this will weigh on your conscience, two girls from the upper east side use money to hide their murder." I glared at him.

"Please don't make up any accusations, I don't want to have to sue you for defamation or character." Ezra walked in with his lawyer as soon as I finished talking.

"Mr Reed" the detective stood up to great him, "are you done questioning my wife now? I'll let our lawyer finish this conversation." He grabbed my hand tightly and walked off with me.

"Speak." He urged me, irritated. I sighed as we drove back home, "I can't talk about it." He seemed to be even angrier by my reply, but didn't say anything until we got home.

"Addison, I don't know what you take me as, but I don't want someone who's covered up a murder living with me." I scoffed. "So if I woke up only remembering us and not my teenage years would you like me then."

He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read "I don't want to have this talk with a teenager, you wouldn't even harm a fly last year, if you can lie about covering up a murder who knows what you can hide."

I looked at him dumbfounded "stop talking before you say something you regret" I told him beginning to get irritated. "You're right, I thought that we were getting somewhere but after this I don't know what to say to you anymore. You can stay here as long as you want but I'm not sharing a house with a murderer." He packed a bag and left.

I collapsed on the ground, why did it hurt so much hearing those words from him? Should I just confess about what Charlotte did that night ...

I can't do that, no matter how much Charlotte hates me for knowing or how much my life is derailed by that secret. Yet my heart feels completely shattered right now ...