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Bone Thrilling Secret

            “We know it was you.  You were the last person to talk to them,” a mysterious voice whispered in my ear.

            I was crossing the street at a busy intersection and nearly became a pancake on the ground.

            “Hey!  Get your head out the clouds and off the phone and pay attention to where you are going lady!  Geesh people actually have places to go!” the angry driver said with his head sticking out the window.

            I quickly made it across the street with ease.  I was more concerned about this anonymous person on the other end of my phone than the angry driver that almost ran over me.

            “Sir I don’t know what you mean.  And who is we?” I said sitting on a bench at a nearby park.

            Several kids were playing, throwing dirt, and chasing each other as the parents talked and watched from a small distance. 

            “You have fifteen minutes and counting to reverse what you just did or we will be forced to terminate you,” the voice said in a harsh tone.

            “First of all I don’t know what you are talking about and second of all what if I don’t take back what I did or said, what are you going to do then, humm.  To me you are just a voice on the phone talking a bunch of madness,” I said taking a long drag off my Black n’ Mild.   

            “How about you get your lazy ass off that bench and stop smoking that Black n’ Mild and do what I say or you will be forced by any means necessary,” the voice said.

            I immediately perked up and said, “How do you know that I am sitting on a bench and smoking?”

            “Don’t worry about that.  Just do what we say and everything will go smoothly,” the voice said.

            “Do everything you say! But what if I don’t want to do what you say?” I screamed into the phone expecting a witty comeback, but all I got in response was the sound of the dial tone.  

            I walked three blocks down the street to my apartment.  I slammed the door so hard that one of my pictures violently shook to the ground.  I was so frustrated that I didn’t know what to do.  I walked towards my bathroom when I stumbled over a small box.

            “What is this,” I said sitting on the coach.

            I opened up the box to find magazine and newspaper clips.  All of them were about the crime I witness a long time again.  At the bottom of the box was a recorder that had my voice on it.

            “This can’t be possible,” I said almost in tears.  “This was such a long time ago.  I told the police everything I knew.”

            My phone rang and the voice spoke in a low and harsh tone, “Did you do it yet?”

            “I don’t know what kind of monster you are, but I am not doing anything you say.  That part of my life is behind me so just, just leave me alone!”

            “I guess you like doing things the hard way,” the voice said as they hung up the phone.

            Twenty minutes later a cascade of smoke flooded my apartment and several men surrounded me.  They tied me and taped my mouth shut.  They threw me in the back of a black Lincoln Navigator with all tinted windows.

            As soon as they ripped the tape off my mouth I screamed, “Where are you taking me!”

            The car remained silent as we continued driving.  Finally we came to a complete stop.  When I saw the outside again we were standing in front of the police station.  They pulled me up the stairs and sat me down in front of a detective’s desk.

              “We believe she has something to say,” one of the men said.

            At first I didn’t say word until the detective pulled out photos and clippings off the infamous crime that happened years ago.

            I began bawling my eyes out and said, “I was young and I didn’t know what I was doing.  I was just trying to protect him.  He held the key to my life and I didn’t want to see him go down.  If he went down then I went down.”

            “Well with that thinking you put others in jeopardy,” the detective said.  “Book her; we have everything, including files and enough probable cause to take her to court.  Lock her up.”

            I hung my head held low as I was escorted out the room and into a cell.  I was booked and charged for misleading information and lying to the police.

Four Years Later

          The sun beamed down on me as my eyes tried to adjust to seeing the outside world after spending so much time in a jail cell.  The first thing I wanted to do was take a good long hot shower, put on some fresh clothes, and lay down in my own bed in my own room that isn’t shared with another criminal.  But before I could go back to my apartment I had a score to settle.

            “They are not going to know what hit ‘em,” I said hauling down a cab.

            Ten minutes later I stood in front a tall brick building.  I walked in and headed to the fifth floor.  As soon as the elevator door the whole office went to a halt.  I heard someone whisper, “She’s back.” 

            People avoided eye contact by pretending like they were doing work.  Some stopped dead in their tracks with their mouths wide open.  I just walked past them and approached my destination.

            “Well hello there Mrs. Shawna Jones.  Nice day isn’t it?” I said with a slick smile.

            “OMG it’s really you.  How, how you been?”

            “Humm well except for the whole jail thing for the past four years, but other than that I have been good,” I said stepping closer to her.

            “Well I am glad that you are out and doing well, but humm I have some work I have to do,” Shawna said trying to push past me.

            I knocked her back in her seat and said, “It’s all your fault that I was behind bars all these years.  Not only did you misprint what I said in the paper you put one hell of a show for the cops and the courts.”

            “But it is what you said and I just wrote down exactly what you said,” Shawna said trying to sound innocent.

            “Now you know you twisted my words around and I am not going for it!” I hissed at her. 

            She started laughing and pointing at me.  I grew red in the face and I ended grabbing her by the arm and wrapping it behind her back.  I pulled her towards the elevator and then hopped into a cab.

            “Where are you taking me?!” she screamed in my face.

            “Shut the hell up you bastard!” I answered back.

            We rode in silence.  We pulled up at the police station and I took her to the detective that booked me.

            “Sir I think that she is the one that should have spent time in jail and not me.  She lied on me and twisted my words for her benefit,” I said glaring at her.

            She broke down and said, “It was all me.  She didn’t lie to yall then and she didn’t lie to yall now.  She didn’t help kidnap that little boy.  She was trying to help the little boy out.  He was homeless and he was a student in her class and she felt sorry for him so she decided to take care of him.  But when his aunt found out that he was living on the streets she hired a private detective which led to her.  So the aunt accused her of kidnapping him.  She told the truth, but I twisted her words around.”

            “Why didn’t you come forward before hand and why would you do that to her?”

            “I did it because I thought my son was DEAD!  I left him when he was 10 because I couldn’t raise him alone.  I was broke and I couldn’t handle it at the time.  I left him at school and the school system put him in foster care and I disappeared off the face of the earth by changing my name and moving.  But when my sister found out she hired someone to find him and she adopted him.  To spite my sister and to get my son back I lied so that I could have a chance to scoop him up.  He is going places in his basketball career and I wanted to cash in.”

           

         

The End!