Jason

Guilty

Meghan

Watching Jason, the man I love, the one who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with walk out of the apartment we share in handcuffs is the single most heart wrenching moment of my entire life. Gareth told me that everything points towards Jason and that I should get him investigated, it killed me when I called 911 and asked them to come over. After they took my statement within two hours Detective Burke and his partner arrived and they informed me that they had reason to believe that Jason was the man responsible for my torment for the past seven months. I didn't want to believe it and I still don't, that the man I've trusted and love so much could do this to me. What would he have to gain? Detective Burke explained that he has dealt with a case like this before where a husband manipulated his wife so badly that she was scared to leave the house and became so dependent on her husband. It then transpired after her neighbor's contacted the police as they hadn't seen her in months because he convinced his wife that she was being harassed by an unknown assailant, when it turned out he was the one behind it all along.
Detective Burke seized Jason's laptop, my medication and took it in for evaluation. They were unable to inform me as to what they found just that it was enough to detain him. Could he really be guilty of trying to alienate me from my life outside of this apartment? One of his work colleagues Jude had a situation with his wife where she practically kept their baby incarcerated in their home as she was convinced that their son would die if he went outside. It didn't end well as Judes mother shot his wife one night after she had reached the end of her tether when she accused Jude of domestic abuse and gained sole custody of their son. Myself and Jason babysat Jude's son for him while he went off to his best friends wedding in California. That was one of the happiest times of my life, it was then I realised that Jason would make an incredible father, and the guilt that I was already feeling reached new heights. I aborted a baby that I knew wasn't his and to this day he still believes that I miscarried and that the was the father. I never planned on telling him in the first place, it was only when he stumbled upon the pregnancy test that I thought I'd hidden and when I saw his reaction I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. He was so excited at the prospect of being a father and us starting a family together, I had my doubts about whether we were a long term thing but after that I realised that he was everything that I could of ever hoped and wished for.
Now I am sat in an empty apartment with my fiancé in prison and I have no idea what's going on, what he is being accused of exactly and how this is going to end. I hope he uses his one call to ring me, I need to hear his voice, once I've heard what he has to say I'll know the truth. Jason can never hide the truth from me, I'll be able to hear it in his voice. I've stayed in the same spot for hours now on the rug in the living area staring at our picture from Florida with Kylo Ren after we had just gotten engaged. No, I can't believe that any of this is true. Whatever they throw at him I know he will have an alibi, he's been with me every day for the last six months, I've made up my mind, he is innocent.

I only just manage to have half an hour sleep and I wake to the sound of next doors headboard banging against the wall. Morning sex, I silently chuckle to myself. Jason and I have had many early morning sex sessions, it sets you up for the day I think and instantly puts a smile on your face. I wish he was here right now, I just don't feel whole without him. I check my phone, no missed calls or messages. If he hasn't called me then he must have called his attorney, I so desperately want to hear his voice and to tell him I'm sorry for going to the police. I just didn't feel like I had a choice, my life has been spiralling out of control and I've been terrified that I will end up in a mental asylum or worse dead from a premeditated overdose. In all honesty that's where I've been headed, some days I have struggled to get out of bed out of fear of what awaits me. More flowers, notes, endless missed calls, and who from? A ghost? Maybe I am the one going crazy, that night is very hazy to me. I know that I met a tall guy with a New York accent, he was skinny, around the same height as Jason but I can't for the life of me remember his face. If you asked me to pick him out of a crowd I wouldn't be able to tell you, how bad is that? I sound like such a whore, meeting a guy, taking him back to my apartment and shagging him. What's worse is when I woke up he had left a note saying he had to leave for work but to contact him on the number he left. I disregarded it as a one nighter and chucked the piece of paper in the bin, thinking nothing of it. Instead of turning up at my apartment like a normal person Ricky started calling and messaging me. At first I just thought he was an eager guy, however, it quickly turned into a living nightmare. I politely rejected him saying that it was a one night stand and that I was happy being by myself for now. He didn't accept that and before I knew it bouquets upon bouquets would be sent to my apartment. He would message me saying he knew where I worked and that he was outside waiting for me. He was never there but the threat of it was enough to keep me terrified. One night I knew I was being followed, I could just sense it and when I finally got home back to the safe confinement of my apartment my phone buzzed with a message from Ricky detailing exactly what I was wearing and the route on which I walked home. When I looked out of my window I could see a tall figure wearing a hooded jacket covering his face looking up at my window. Was it Ricky? I couldn't tell for sure but my instincts were telling me that it was. I should have gone to the police but after my attack last year and the subsequent court case I couldn't bear going through all that again. I thought I could handle it on my own, ignore and he will go away I kept on telling myself, but it only made it worse. When I ran into Jason that day I was in a terrible place and I just needed a friend. He was so willing to come back into my life and he was being so sweet with me, now I realise that I needed him as much as he needed me.
Unable to dwell on this hideous scenario any longer I decide to head to the Hudson Theatre for an early start and to prepare for this evenings performance. A plain black jumpsuit will do, I think to myself as I chuck a black denim jacket to match on the bed. Taking one look in the mirror I hardly recognise myself, I look like the real life version of Jack Skellington, Tim Burton could cast me in a live adaptation of his classic Nightmare Before Christmas. My phone rings and I jump onto my bed grabbing it from the bedside table, it's an unknown number, it must be Jason! "Hello!" I exclaim, my heart pounding against my chest. "Miss Weller?" I hear an unfamiliar voice on the other end. "Yes?" I answer, disappointed. "Hi there, it's Detective Burke. How are you doing, are you ok?" He asks sounding very blasé. "Not great if I'm being brutally honest. Listen, I know you've arrested Jason, but I can categorically say that whatever you may think he cannot be the person behind all this. I know for a fact he wouldn't hurt me, we love each other deeply and if anything it must be me and my imagination. Believing that there is some ghost haunting me, I'm surprised you gave me the time of day at all," I snigger to myself waiting for his reply. Detective Burke clears his throat and sighs, "Miss, I am calling to advise you that Jason is pleading guilty to all charges." I nearly drop the phone. No, this cannot be true. Jason would never do anything like what he is being accused of. "Detective, are you sure he hasn't been coerced into this?!" I say through gritted teeth. I know what these detectives can be like, so desperate to get a conviction they'll threaten anyone into a guilty plea even if the person is innocent. "Miss Weller, the case is closed. The best thing you can do now is move on with your life and thank your lucky stars that we've caught this lunatic. Imagine if you'd married him?" My blood is boiling, why would Jason do this? Admit to something that I know in my heart he didn't do, I have to get hold of him somehow. "May I please speak with him?" I ask trying to suppress the horrendous lump in my throat. "Meghan, he doesn't want to speak to you but he told me to tell you that he's sorry and he hopes that one day you'll understand," he replies. Refusing to accept this bullshit I end the call. Fuck Burn This, I can't just sit here and watch the love of my life go down for a crime he hasn't committed. I grab my keys and practically fly through my apartment and out the door.