I was about eleven years old when two men who pretended to be cops told me to “get the fuck into the car”. That day changed my life. I never knew that one day out of your entire life could literally change everything in your future. Maybe that pedophile would still be alive if I didn’t get into the car, because I wouldn’t have been traumatized by my rape, because it never would have happened. If I was never raped I would never of thought of killing a pedophile, I would have just called the police. Maybe I wouldn’t have even been at the bar that night, because I would have been depressed and needed a drink. I never would have saw Katie that night, and maybe I wouldn’t be accused of the murder. Maybe I wouldn’t even have married Celeste if I didn’t get into that car, so I never would have been any what close to Jimmy, because I wouldn’t be married to his wife’s cousin. It’s funny how these things work out, isn’t it? I wish I never got in that car. I wish I was smart enough to run away and get help. I wouldn’t have become a wolf.

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Why are they questioning me? Do they know about the pedophile? Did Celeste come clean to them? Oh god, I could go to jail and never see my family again. Yes I saw that pedophile with a child in the car. Yes I acted upon the situation, but only because of the child’s safety. I was saving every other child from that awful disgusting, so called “human being”. If I went to the police that night, it may have been too late. I should have told Celeste the truth about everything though, instead of lying to her about the fake mugger. I hope the police don’t think I was the one who killed Katie Marcus, because I could never imagine laying a hand on that poor girl. Jimmy was my friend as a kid, and now just an acquaintance, but I would still consider him close. He is the husband to my wife’s cousin. We are all in a way a big family, at least the way I see it. I would never hurt Katie. I know it looks bad considering it all went down around the same time, on the same night, and we were both in the same place that night, but I swear I didn't do it. 

How could she betray me like that? My own wife, who I never raised a hand to or acted out at.  She went to my old friend and told him that she thought I killed his daughter. How could she? I know I sounded suspicious and I should have told her the truth after the attack that night, but I didn't. Why didn't I just tell her that I went to that pedophile’s car and bashed his head in and then stuffed him in his own trunk? I guess I wanted her to think it was an accident so the mugger story sounded more realistic. If she knew I intentionally went up to his car and killed him, rather than going to the police, she would think I was dangerous and crazy. I should have just come clean to her. She and my son were the only ones I really had, who loved me.  She told Jimmy about everything I said to her and about her over hearing the cops and just everything. Because of that, I am dead. If she hadn't told Jimmy any of that, I may still be alive. She is mad at Jimmy for killing me, but I think that’s just because she is truly mad at herself for jumping to conclusions about what really happened. I still love her though.

About Me

My name is Dave Boyle. I was abducted as a child. After my escape, nothing was the same. Now that I'm older, I'm married to my beautiful wife Celeste, who helped me cover up the incident that night I supposedly killed a man. I saw her at the bar that night; she was drunker than a hick at a Nascar race. She, Diane and Eve were up on the bar dancing like fools. I was watching the Red Sox game at the time but still keeping an eye on her. I knew she was Jimmy’s daughter, considering he was married to my wife’s first cousin. A guy named Roman was there at the Last Drop that night watching over Katie Marcus and threatened her that she should leave or else he would mention it to Bobby. You don’t want to mess with Bobby, he was a druggie and he could be dangerous. I for sure wouldn’t mess with him. I left before her and she must have left about ten minutes later than I. When I heard about her death, I couldn’t believe it. She was my daughter of an old childhood friend, and she was actually dead. Who did it?