Last 3 sentences from part 7
"I didn't know." I messaged my temples.
"You don't remember me and you talking about it?" she asked, her eyes suspicious.
"No." I closed my eyes and thought about my visit with Dr. Smith. He said we made progress in regaining suppressed memories, but we didn't get that far...
Day 8 - Prompt - Hazardous
"No." I closed my eyes and thought about my visit with Dr. Smith. He said we made progress in regaining suppressed memories, but we didn't get that far into the session. Now I'm not sure if I want to go back to see Dr. Smith. What else would I learn? I had gut feeling things were getting ready to turn hazardous. The question was, could I survive it?
"Are you OK?" Doyle asked.
I pushed myself from the chair and walked to the window above the sink, and looked across the street to Maria's small bungalow. The life that used to spill out of that house was now dead, and stood in our neighborhood like ancient relic from the past. The white vinyl siding fading and turning brown, the shutters swinging loose, old dusty sheets covering the windows. It's a tomb, I thought, and spun around. "I just don't get it Doyle, why steal her body?"
Doyle shrugged. "Your guess is good as mine."
"To hide evidence." It was the only reason I could think of that made any sense.
"That would be my guess," Doyle said, and bit her bottom lip, giving me a good once over. "Jonathan are you sure everything is alright? You don't look well."
"I'm fine Doyle," I snapped.
Her lip twitched and for a brief moment water came to her eyes. "I'm sorry Doyle. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that so much is happening. Maria was murdered two years ago, and the police have connected her murder with the last ten murders in the last ten weeks. And for some reason they think I know something I'm not telling. I can see it in Sargent Davidson eyes that he thinks I'm guilty."
"Everything will be OK Jonathan. I know you and Maria were really really close."
I paused and took a good look at her. "What do you mean?"
She bit her bottom as her cheeks blushed. "I mean you and Maria-" she stopped mid-sentence as three rapid knocks came to the front door. The knocks were deep thumps. "That's a cop knock," she said.
I gulped. Butterflies swarmed my chest, flapping to the confusion in my head, making it hard to breath. The knocks repeated. I looked at Doyle and she looked at me as her face paled. Our eyes meet, and the pleading in her eyes made want to ran over and scoop her in my arms and hold her. I fought the urge and hurried to the front door (5 Minute Google Timer)and swung it open. It was Sargent Davidson with two other cops I've never seen before. Davidson stood in the doorway in his gray trench coat, that stupid round hat of his, wearing a thee day old beard. I knew I was in for a ride.
"Jonathan Day Mealy, you are under arrest for the murders of Maria Lakes, Stephanie Taylor, Janet Blackburn..." I didn't hear the rest. My mind spun in circles. My gut had been correct in its assumption that things were getting ready to turn hazardous, and they had. Now my life was at stake.
"I didn't dot it," I said, as he placed his massive hands on my shoulder and spun me around, pressing me against the door.
"That's what they all say." he jerked my arms behind my back and slapped cuffs around my wrist. "I made the cuffs extra tight for scum bags like you." he yanked the chains linking the handcuffs and drug me out of the house.
"I'm innocent," I screamed
"Cop killers always ride the lighting," Davidson said.
I could hear Doyle screaming as he shoved in the back seat of a cruiser. "I'll call a lawyer."
As the cruiser pulled away I looked over my shoulder, and Doyle ran out to the edge of the front yard and collapsed to her knees, cupping her mouth with her hands, weeping.
There is no better feeling for a writer when you set down and without effort the words roll from your finger tips. This makes two days in a roll I have been blessed with the ease of words. Most days, I would say 90% of the time the words come out fairly easy, but sometimes I have to work really hard to get the words out. And the weird thing I kinda find ironic, is when I go back and read what I have written it's hard to tell a difference between the days I struggled and the days when the words flowed freely. Its weird, because in my mind on the days I'm struggling I'm thinking, "this sucks. You suck. Erase it. You can do a better job that. Come on man, get your head in the game, then I go back a couple days later and reread, and I think to myself, I had all those thought for no reason. Then I laugh and shake my head, and tell myself to grow up. All in all I am very thankful for the days that come easy. I love writing. Its the funniest thing I have ever done, and everyday I get to witness new worlds and universes, meet new characters that no other creature in the universe has ever seen. It's kind like being the first to climb Mt. Everest. I guess what I'm trying to say is I love doing the daily #freewrite challenge. Its a great exercises to develop my skills, teaching me go with the flow.
I marked where the timer went off. Usually to stay true to the five minute bell I stop, no matter if I'm in mid-sentence. Today I keep going, because I could sense the the end of the chapter was narrowing down to an end, so, I keep going until the chapter ended.
If you read it, wow! Thank You.
I made no corrections to errors. Only corrected misspelled words, and inserted markdown. I also marked the word when I first used today's prompt.
Thanks to @mariannewest she gave me some advice how to format this continuation using prompts, by inserting links to the last chapter. So I figured to keep from this getting to lone and save me and other people time I will insert links to previous chapters for those interested.
The Story Prompts - The Green Door
- Describe Your Front Door
- After Midnight
- Not Yet
- Your Greatest Journey
I want to give Thanks to the @freewritehouse
I want to give Thanks to @mariannewest for the freewrite challenge. Follow. Upvote. Resteem.