My name is Luca Jamenson, and I'm NOT Guilt...
I groaned in frustration as I hit the steering wheel of my truck. My girlfriend, Alice, cheated on me. We had been dating for almost seven months when all of a sudden I get a text message from an unknown number showing Alice and my number one enemy in bed doing the nasty. I looked at my phone in the passenger seat of the Truck and contemplated on what to do. Should I retaliate? Should I just blow it off? A knock to the glass of my door startled me.
"Hey bud, everything alright?" Carl, my stepdad, asked me. I frowned and turned the truck off, grabbed my stuff and then began to pour my heart out to him. Carl frowned as I told him everything and grimaced when I showed him the photo.
"How about we shoot some hoops to get your mind off of it?" he asked. I grinned and hurriedly got my basketball shoes on and grabbed my favorite basketball. After about an hour or two of playing, both Carl and I were drenched in sweat and my mom called us in for dinner. We both tore off our shirts and ran inside to eat.
The next morning there was a loud knock at the front door. Seeing that it was a Saturday and their anniversary I decided to go and check who it was. I opened the door and was shocked to see two policemen standing there.
"Luca Jamenson?" one asked.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked.
"You're under arrest for the murder of Alice Cameron." he said. My eyes widened in shock as I heard my parents come down.
"What's going on here?!" my mom asked.
"Ma'am, this man right here is under arrest for the murder of Alice Cameron. Mr. Jamenson, if you please?" the first one said. This couldn't be happening. He began to read my Miranda Rights and then slapped on a cold pair of silver handcuffs and escorted me to the police car.
"It's ok son! We'll be right behind you!" my mom yelled with tears going down her eyes. How could this be happening?