After the police station we return home. That was all so intense, I thought all last night was over and behind me but what have I done?

I sit on the couch and think back I mean I couldn't have done this, I remember running, lifting my dress up and running, then he caught up I didn't mean to.

There's a knock on the door. I am shaken out of my thoughts.


"Bridget" Harry attacks me with a hug, "are you ok?" he asks me backing away.
"Yea" I whisper. "Are you sure, did he hurt you?" He searches my eyes. "No" I reply.
"I don't believe you." He acts defensive. "He didn't Harry, I don't know why you thought he would." I cross my arms.

"Then what is this?" He pulls out my necklace.


Flashback:
"Where are you going " Chris yells out as I run as fast as my legs can bare.
"Get back here" I turn which makes me slow down my pace. I need and want to get rid of any evidence he ever existed in my life so I stop and take my necklace off and throw it in the bushes.
I see him running closer to me and gasp!


"Your not getting away" He is much closer, so I decide to push him hard then I run again.

I keep running and glance back but can't see him so I keep running.


I snatch it out of his hands. "DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE DONE" I yell at Harry.
"Bridget what are you talking about?" He is taken back.

"I didn't mean to do it." I cry with my head down. "You believe me, I didn't mean it." I look up in tears at Harry. He lifts my chin up "Hey, hey didn't mean what" He looks in my eyes.
"I didn't mean it" I repeat myself
"Bridget talk to me" He says.




I explain everything to Harry. How I ran away that night, how he almost at first he wanted to go and basically kill him then I said how I pushed him, but I thought it was little shove turns out that little push has major consequences.


"FUCK" He swears as we sit on the couch. "What"? I look to him. "I trashed his car."

"HARRY" I yell frustrated. "This is all my fault." I shake my head, he shuffles closer to me. "Hey this isn't your fault." He wraps his arms around me. I sniffle "Yes, yes it is. If I just listened to you and the lads none of this would have happened" I cry on his shoulder.

"Shh. We will figure this out" He rubs my shoulder.



"Bridget. Sorry to interrupt guys" Dad comes in and I get out of Harry's comfortable embrace. I wipe my eyes.
"All good dad." I weakly smile.
"I'm just going to pop out, will you two be ok?"

"Yea dad. Where you going? "I ask
"Just have to do some things." He says suspiciously.

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"I'll just tell the cops I was with you that night" Harry says as we walk.
"No you can't"
"Bridget you could go to jail. I have to tell them." I reply but then my phone rings "Hang on" I say to Harry.

"Hello" I answer.


The police officer informs me on what has happened.


I turn to Harry who is waiting for me to speak. "Chris Knight has died." I whisper trying to catch my breath. I am about to fall to the floor but Harry cashes me.


"Hey, hey" he lifts me up and holds my hand. "You are going to fight this. I am going to go to the station now and tell them I was there."

"No you can't, I already told them I was alone, and if they know I lied they can use it against me. Besides you need to tell them what you did to his car, that way your in the clear."

"Bri no." He looks in my crying eyes. "Harry please for me." i plea.

He takes my hand. "Ok come on" He hugs me as I cry and breathe heavily.



We get to the station and head into the interview room with Harry besides me.

"Ms Riley there is good news, the killer has come forward." He says, who else was there that night? I look to Harry.


"Umm who" is all I can say. I then see him signal someone to come in.
Harry and I turn to the door and my heart stops.

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