Chapter Six
I was in the middle of painting my nails when I got a phone call. I place my phone between my ear and my shoulder, using the nape of my neck to hold it in place.
“Hello,” I hear Miri’s breath, and I speak up, “Hey, girl! How was your date? I hope he got everything he deserved.” I continue to ramble on.
I turned down the Y2K music that was being blasted throughout the entire small living room to be able to hear Miri.
“Woah, woah slow down. What’s going on? Are you okay? Where are you right now?” I slow down, realizing I’m bombarding her with too many questions at once.
“Please come quickly, I need you!” Her voice breaks out, and I hear her sobs, and my heart immediately breaks, my body going into flight and fight mode.
“Just stay on the phone, Miriam. I’m on my way.” I spring up, and I snatch my keys off the gravel countertops.
I rush towards the door and sprint out, my mind going at a million miles an hour. My messy bun came unraveled, and my entire appearance was now disheveled. My feet stomp down the stairs, and I yank open the glass door to our sorority house.
I fiddle with my keys, with my shoulder still holding my phone, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay? Just stay on the line,” I finally unlock my car. “Miriam?”
The line cuts out, and I panic, slamming my door shut, fastening the seatbelt over my chest, and putting my car into gear. Traffic was a nightmare, and I was getting stopped by every light. I was still about five minutes away from her exact location.
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I was now pulling up to every corner and curb of the city, and tears began to well up. I have to be strong for her. At this point, I get out of my car, and I pull out my phone while walking into the restaurant.
I rush up to the front, budging the line that was forming at the entrance, and I find a waiter at the beginning of the line.
“Hello? Excuse me! Hi, have you seen a girl with wavy raven black hair? About down to here and dark amber eyes?” I grip his wrist tightly.
“She came with some ignorant jerk of a guy, and,” he cuts me off, “Oh, them? I served them. Things were getting pretty heated a bit ago between the two. The jackass had some nerve. Hope she’s okay…I’m Eric.”
I rush out before he can say anything else, “That’s nice!” Now that I’m thinking back, I think he said something, but I really can’t remember.
“Wait! Can I at least get your…name?” The door slams behind me, and I dart out to see a couple of cop cars and their flashing lights.
I pushed past the cops that shouted at me, and I raced down the alleyway where they were parked. I slipped around the corner and caught myself. As soon as I lifted my head, I was met by the horrid scene of Miriam beside Artie’s body.
Her head snapped up, and she opened her arms out wide, and I fell to my knees. I just held her close to my chest while she wailed. I stroked her hair as I attempted to soothe her pain.
“The police are here. They’re going to take care of this, okay? Nothing was your fault. You didn’t cause any of this, okay?” I whisper to her and hold her tighter.
The police finally caught up to me and were horrified by the scene. It was a lot of gore, yes, but they should’ve been more concerned about the broken girl beside me.
I didn’t know how to handle this kind of situation, but I knew two things. One, that this entire situation was messed up. And two, that