It's Complicated

ten-Regret

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I've been sitting in the interrogation room for tenwety hours. I was numb to the fact I really shot him.

"Miss Ramirez I dont think you understand the seriousness of the situation. Two men have been shot in less then 24 hours. One in the hospital and one in the morge. We concluded the first two shots killed Chance McGover. But we still don't believe the reason for the other four. That's over kill, witch means there was more to the story then him just stalking you."
Detective Amber said reviewing my file.

I sighed loudly sick of everything, I just kept telling them that he started messing with me out of no where. But they already knew that wasn't true. I huffed one more time "Fine were do you want me to start"? I asked directive Amber.

"The beginning".

I leaned back in my chair and began resisting my past.

Chance and I met when he moved to Mass from Alabama, he was a senior and I a junior. I talked to every shade of the rainbow, island, black, white, but none of them were what I was look for Then be came along with that southern accent and hospitality and I was hooked.

We met in the lunch line tipping his hat to me when he introduced himself, it was the cutest thing. He would walk me to and from class walk me home even. He was kind, funny thoughtful, mama and papa loved him, and eventually approved.

It wasn't until the six month mark we started dateing he was out of school and I was in my senior year, when he started to changed. He was taking secret calls and became busy, I would try not to snoop, but my curiosity got the best of me. I went thru his phone one day and saw the message about a drug sale. I confronted him, he told me it was nothing. The next week he said he had to see family back in Alabama, and I believed him.

He came back a different person. He wasn't my sweet southern bear anymore. He was cold and heartless. He went down there for a drug trip bring back some of the best yayo in town. Around when he was making it big, the abuse started. The roomers my classmates told, he believed, and would lock me in his basement days on end. He would beat, and take advantage of me ignoring my cries. Then would apologies after, it wasn't until the apologies got old and his behavior seemed patterned. I realised he started using his own product.

He tried to get me involved, he made me do a line once. The feeling was out of this world but he took it away not liking what it did to me. Making me more bold not wanting to take his shit anymore. He would take me to the traps tell me to strip and bag the product. I did as told so he wouldn't hurt me or mama papa and the boys. We continued with robberies, and drive bys.

Miles would try and help me, but I was too nieve to listen, like a dummy I would go back.

I hit my breaking point when I found out he was cheating. I gave this man my mind, body and soul and he slept it away like I was nothing. So I rekindled things with an old flam. The last few months Chance and I were together Josh and I were sleeping around.

"Excuse me, but if all of this happened why didn't you call the cops?" I gave her the side eye and continued on.

It's been six months since I left him and have been exclusively dating Josh. Chance didn't like the fact I was over him for good.

I told her about The phone calls the text, Destin drugging me, and the meet up. Everything that lead to where I am now. She remained silent and wrote on her note pad.

This was all happening so fast. Was Chance really gone? I couldn't wrap my brain around it, I shot him...shot him dead. Someone that put me through hell. I always wanted him gone, but I never knew it would have been me to do so.