Did I Do It?

The way I look at it is this; how can they know I did it without the evidence? The police had nothing on me. No DNA. No fingerprints. No hair fibers. No nothing. All they had was a missing 26-year-old male who was fucking my girlfriend. His name is Chet Donaldson. Such a rich guy name. Of course, the prime suspect would be the irate boyfriend, but there was nothing on me. Besides, making Sabrina vanish would be my number one priority, then Chet.

Sabrina ran off when I found her and Chet in her bedroom on campus. Packed up all her things and drove away. That’s what I was told. Probably went back to her parents’ house in the Hills. That’s fine. I really don’t want to talk to her anymore anyway. Fucking bitch. She couldn’t testify. Her credibility is tainted on the account that she lied to me multiple times. Maybe, I’d come around and find her and make her vanish too. Like her ‘friend’ Chet. But that would be saying I took Chet. Yet there is no evidence. So, I am free man. Free to do whatever the hell I please.

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“Sabrina. Sabrina. Sabrina,” Chet Donaldson spoke outside her dorm room door. It was late on a Wednesday, but it was their night. The one night a week they had together. One hell of a night. Although it was only a few hours, it was a magical time. The sex was perfect. The cuddling afterwards was perfect. The conversations about them running off together, beyond perfect.

The click of the deadbolt and clatter of the doorknob brought Chet back to reality. Behind the open door stood Sabrina Kill. All 5 foot 2 inches of her. Long brown hair, brown eyes that twinkled like the midnight stars, and her dream catcher tattoo running down the side of her tan skin. All she wore was a tight black robe. Chet could hardly contain his emotions. He looked like a wild dog about to be let out of his cage.

“Oh baby,” was all he could muster up.

“Nice to see you too boo,” Sabrina said seductively, grabbing his hand and pulling him into her room.

The two began to kiss passionately and soon both sets of clothes scattered Sabrina’s usually clean floor. As Chet laid on top of her, beginning to kiss her neck and work his hands up and down her body, there came a knock on the door.

“What the hell?” Chet asked.

“Keep quiet, maybe it’ll stop,” Sabrina responded putting her hand over Chet’s mouth.

The knocking continued.

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“Babe, it’s not what you think,” Sabrina exclaimed, tears forming in her eyes, her body beginning to shake.

“Get the fuck up.”

“Please, don’t make this worse!”

“I said get the fuck up.” “Easy guy, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Chet stammered as he got up from the bed. Soon he was gone and it was just the two of them.

“Babe say something. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by this,” Sabrina wailed as she looked at him.

A small group of other students gathered around the open door to see what was happening.

“Call her a slut!” one yelled from the hallway.

He stood there and remained silent. His demeanor was calm and cold. Like he expected to walk in on them. He stared at Sabrina as she continued to cry in her black robe. The mascara streaming down her cheeks.

“Fucking say something!” She yelled.

All he did was look at her some more than turned and left the room. Leaving a crying woman and dorm mates behind.

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The cops came to question me at my apartment four days after I walked in on the love birds attempting to have sex. Three days after home boy Chet disappeared. I’m not sure how they found me. Like I said, Sabrina was long gone and I don’t think the groupies outside her room were going to give my name out to anyone. Maybe they called Sabrina? You know what, they probably did. Thanks bitch.

I was reading on the couch when they came to ask questions. That pissed me off. Not that they thought I could potentially be a suspect, but that I had just got to the best part of my fucking book and boy did I let them know about it.

“Can this wait? This book is finally getting good.” I asked, calm.

“No, sorry it can’t,” replied the stocky detective.

His tall, slim partner rolled his eyes, while the uniformed officer stood at my door, looking around.

“Tell your friend at the door to stop snoopin’ around, I didn’t give you guys the compliance to do any such thing. I know my rights.”

“Afraid he might find something?” the skinny one asked.

“Not really, just don’t like people looking at my stuff.

There was a long pause. The fucking Uni kept looking around and all I wanted was to get back to reading.

“You know why we are here right?” Stocky asked.

“The homie Chet is missing and you guys think I had something to do with it,” I replied.

“Wouldn’t be the first time a boyfriend acted out in a fit of rage after finding out his girlfriend had a lover on the side,” Skinny chimed in.

“You’re right it wouldn’t, but no I had nothing to do with it.”

“How did you figure out Mr. Donaldson was sleeping with Sabrina?” Stocky continued.

I took a long pause. I didn’t really want to tell them how I figured it out. It definitely would make matters worse, but lying wouldn’t go anywhere. I was at a crossroads.

“I found his boxers in her room one afternoon,” was all I said. It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a lie. “The dumbass had his name stitched on the damn things. What loser does that?”

“And Sabrina never knew you found them?”

“Nope.”

They continued on questioning me for about 30 more minutes before leaving.

“Hey I have a question for Uni,” I said as the three walked out the door.

The uniformed officer tuned and said “Yeah?”

“Did I, do it?”

He turned back around as his face reddened and the three cops walked away.

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Chet tried wiggling around, but it only seemed to make the ropes around his wrists and ankles tighter. The room was dark and damp. Water rushed through the pipes above his head. This had to be a basement of some sort. It smelled like rotten milk, mold, and laundry detergent. There was some food left in the bowl this sick son of a bitch had given him. The guy wouldn’t untie him, so Chet had to roll onto his stomach and eat like a pig feeding from a troth.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chet said aloud, to no one.

He wasn’t aware of the time or day. He was dirty, sweaty, and just wanted to take a shower.

“Can somebody help me please?”

The door to the dark room unlatched and Chet heard footprints.

“Help me please!”

“No one is here to help you, dumbass,” replied a voice.

Chet rolled around trying to sit up and see the person occupying the dark room.

“Fuck,” was all Chet could say after getting situated.

“You’re damn right, fuck,” replied the man.

Soon Chet was laying on the damp, concrete floor again. Only this time he was asleep, and blood began to drip from his nostril.

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It has been more than a week since Chet boy had gone missing. Still no sign of him, which I find hilarious. Maybe he ran off just like Sabrina. I don’t understand why people think he was taken. Chet probably used one of his daddy’s credit cards and bought a plane ticket to Hawaii. That’s what the cops should think. It would take the pressure off. Definitely would get the cops off my back.

But, as long as the cops continue to look for him, I will be their prime suspect. Which, in its own right, was something I enjoyed. This kind of attention makes me feel powerful. Like a dictator running a nation. Every word I spoke was a fact unless proven otherwise and the cops had nothing to pin on me. I’m the one in control. Not them.

A knock at my door sprung me back to regular life. It continued at a rapid pace.

“Jesus Christ have some patience, I’m coming,” I yelled as I got off the couch and put my phone on the coffee table in front of me.

I opened the door and didn’t believe it.

“You going to let me in or just stare?”

“Why the fuck would I let you in?”

“Because I owe you, so let me help.”

“Help me with what exactly?” I asked, half confused, half aroused.

“It’s time to start over. Time to erase what happened. A fresh start.”

I stared into those brown eyes and stepped aside so they could walk through the door.

.“This must what a dictator feels like,” I whispered, smiling.