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I panicked…

“I panicked.”

 He started pacing, his hands trembled, he was breathing hard. “I wasn’t even thinking, I just panicked.”

“And you drove off?”

 He spun around to face his sister, his eyes wide and wild. “What was I supposed to do?” he cried.

“Turn around!” she shot back. “Get out of the car, see if this person was okay! Call an ambulance!”

 “But I’m drunk! And you know I’m not supposed to be drinking! Karen’ll leave me if she finds out. I swore I’d stay sober, and I meant it! I just… it was just a long day is all.”

“Well, did anyone see you?”

 He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. It was dark, it happened fast.”

 “Did you kill him?”

 Lowering his eyes in shame, he said, “I think so. I didn’t get out to check but… he went under the front and back tires. When I stopped, he wasn’t moving. Just laying there…”

 She, too, began to pace. “What if someone saw?” she muttered, maybe more to herself. After all, he was driving her truck. Why did she let him borrow her truck, anyway? She probably deserved whatever would come of it, just for being stupid enough to give him those keys.

 It’s just, he’d been doing so well lately. Staying out of trouble. Staying sober.

 Or at least, she’d thought he’d been staying sober.

 “What were you thinking?” she demanded, pausing to swat at him. “You idiot! Drinking and driving? You hit someone! You may have killed someone! You could go back to jail!”

 He shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t go back to jail. Karen’ll definitely leave me this time. I could never ask her to wait for me again. We barely made it through last time—”

 “Karen?” she cried. “Karen is the least of your troubles! What about your freedom?”

 “Screw my freedom!” Shaking his head as he plopped down on the sofa, he said, “It’s nothing without her. I’m nothing without her.”

 His sister rolled her eyes. At least Karen brought the best out of him. Or, at least, some watered down version of it. They had the type of whirlwind romance people only read about in books, or watched in movies. She was a rich girl with a bright future ahead of her and endless opportunities at her fingertips. He was a hoodlum who sold drugs and drank too much. He had no aspirations, no ambition. His only goals had been to get through every day without getting arrested or killed.

 Until he met Karen, of course. She made him want more. She made him want to be good enough for her. And, for reasons no one could figure out, she loved him back. She even waited for him when he’d went to jail after his third DUI. She made him swear he’d stop drinking, though. She said she’d be gone if he didn’t.

 The sound of a loud knock on the front door made him and his sister jump. He got to his feet, fear evident in his features. “Who’s that?” he whispered.

 Another set of loud knocks, followed by, “This is the police!”

 “Fuck!” he moaned.

 “Sh-h!” she cried, quickly motioning for him to go to the back room. “Just go hide. I’ll tell them you aren’t here.”

 Nodding, he hurried to the back while she went and pulled the door opened. Two uniformed officers stood on the front porch. “Good evening officers,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. “Is there a problem?”

 “Is this the residence of Karen Moore?” the taller one asked.

 She frowned, a bit taken aback. She’d thought for sure they were there for her brother. “Yes, sir, but Karen’s not here right now.”

He nodded. “Miss, I have some bad news…” He paused, exchanged glances with his partner. “There was an accident. Miss Moore was stuck by a car just a few blocks over. We think it was a hit and run.” Swallowing hard, he said, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but she didn’t make it.”

No sounds followed except the agonizing howl that erupted from the back room.

*scene starter submitted by Nicole

Then I was like… Why did Jesus wear shoes?

“Then I was like… ‘Why did Jesus wear shoes?'”

“You said that?”  

“Uh huh. And I thought it was completely stupid until he was all, did Jesus wear shoes?”  

Lacey laughed at her sister whose eyes were still pink and glossy, her lids still heavy and drooping. “What happened then?”  

Gabby sighed blissfully as she recalled. “We had this long conversation about Jesus. And shoes. And then we started talking about people waiting in line for sneakers, and then Jesus came up again…” She shrugged. “And then we did a few things that could be considered blasphemous.”  

Lacey laughed again, this time shaking her head in disapproval as well. “What if someone finds out?”  She shrugged. “Who’s gonna find out?”  

“I don’t know. Anyone could. The school, mainly. Does he realize how much trouble he could get in, dating a student?”  Gabby waved a dismissive hand.

“I wouldn’t call what we’re doing dating.”  

“Sleeping with a student. That’s even worse.”  

“I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m eighteen. Almost. The sex is consensual. No one’s getting hurt. It’s all in good fun.”  

“Until someone finds out.”  

“No one’s going to find out. Stop saying that.”  

Before Lacey could reply, the front door opened and their mother walked in. She was home later than usual, her hospital scrubs were unkempt, her hair was pulled back into a messy braid. She often looked like this, tired and stressed, after a long day’s work in the local hospital’s emergency room. “Oh, girls. I’m glad you’re here. I have something I need to tell you.”  

Gabby lowered her eyes so her mother wouldn’t suspect what she’d been up to just a couple hours ago. She discreetly sniffed herself, wondering if her clothes still smelled like smoke. “A man was brought into the emergency room today,” she vaguely heard her mother say. Her thoughts were elsewhere.  

Mostly on Mr. Pitt. Greg. At first, it’d been strange calling him by his first name. She spent her entire high school career calling him Mr. Pitt with the rest of her class. But now, she spoke his first name proudly. Sometimes she said it, even when she didn’t need to. Just to hear it roll of her tongue.  

“…and it turns out he’d been under the influence…”  

Even though she and Greg agreed their relationship would stay casual, she wondered if that could change once she graduated. In just a few months now she would not only be eighteen, but she’d also no longer be his student. Then they were free to see each other any way they pleased. But would he even be interested?  

“…he didn’t make it. Bled out right in front of me.”  

“Why are you telling us this, Mom?” Lacey asked.  

“Well. You’ll probably be hearing about it soon, anyway. The man was a teacher at your school.” Suddenly, she had Gabby’s full attention. “I’m not sure if either one of you have ever had him, but his name was… something Pitt. Oh, that’s right. Gregory.”

 

*scene starter by Christi 

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To open in the case of my death…

The words were written, small and precise, across the center of the old envelope. Millie turned it over in her hands, the thin layer of dust from the paper rubbing off on her fingertips.

To open in the case of my death. How strange. Was it some sort of goodbye? A final testament from beyond the grave? And was she allowed to open it, considering, well, he wasn’t dead?

It was addressed to her, after all. Whatever it was couldn’t have been personal or else he wouldn’t have written it to her at all. Never taking her eyes off of the envelope, she stood and went to her desk to retrieve her letter opener. He’d given her that letter opener for her birthday just a few months prior. She’d always thought letter openers pointless, as one shouldn’t need a special tool for a task as uncomplicated as opening an envelope. This letter opener in particular, however, turned out to be one of those most special gifts she’d ever received. Shiny bronze and embossed with intricate flowers, he’d had her name inscribed across the handle. It was beautiful.

She slit the envelope open and pulled the letter from it. Plopping back down on her bed, she unfolded the paper and began to read.

Millie, it began. If you’re reading this, then I am no longer with you.

She chuckled.

Let me first say that I love you. Even now, from wherever I am, I love you. Next, I want to say that I’m sorry.

Millie’s brows furrowed in confusion as she read on. After a moment, her eyes bulged, her mouth fell agape, a silent gasp escaped her. She read and re-read some of the sentences, just to be sure they really said what she thought they said. Just to be sure she wasn’t mistaken.

She had to be mistaken.

By the end of the letter, tears blurred her vision. She clutched the paper in a tight fist, unable to look away from in. Unable to look away from the truths that confirmed every other lie he told.

And then, the bedroom door open and he sashayed in. “That was a good workout,” he said, patting his sweaty forehead with the hand towel he was holding. He barely noticed her sitting there as he made his way past her and into the bathroom. 

Clutching the letter opener in her fist, she stood and followed him. He finally looked at her when she stepped into the bathroom behind him. “What’s up?” he asked. “Hey, are you crying?”

Without replying, she raised the letter to him. It took him but a moment to realize what it was. His eyes widened as they met hers. “Millie. Oh, Millie, you weren’t supposed to read that! Open in the case of my death, Millie! I’m not dead!”

But she nodded. “Yeah,” she said, opening her hand and letting the letter fall from her fingers. “Yeah, you are.” And before he could stop her, she raised the letter opener and plunged it into his chest.

 

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