Saturday Afternoon Fk

Havermouth, Five Years Before

“We were arguing,” Aislen explained to the policewoman watching as the police secured the site for the forensic team coming from Rideten. Cameron was down the road nearer to the police car, talking to a policeman. The sun caught his hair, the bright copper tones standing out more than normal against the greenery. His face was pale and serious as he spoke. “And I stopped, because…”

“Taylors road leads to the lookout,” the woman smiled with understanding. “About the only traffic on this road is teens going to park and make out.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Aislen blushed. “We were going to do that, but then we got into a fight. We fight a lot. He can be a real d-ck, you know?”

“I know,” the policewoman nodded with the unified empathy of women-kind.

“So, I think I told him that I wasn’t going to keep driving there, or maybe he told me to stop driving there, I can’t remember. We were still arguing when we got out the car… And then he said to call the police as there was