“Woah, what the fuck?” asked Jared as A’Tyra dripped water across the threshold.
“I need your goddamn help!” she screeched. It was a frightening sound that jolted Rebecca in to action.
“Is that blood?” she asked as she slipped in to her slides. “Is it blood on your jeans?” now Rebecca was screaming. “Jared, get the kids out of here!”
One of Rebecca’s children started crying “Mommy!”
It was pure chaos in the foyer and no one really knew why. Not yet at least. Well no one but A’Tyra who quickly started filling in the blanks as Rebecca followed her out to the driveway to her car. To the passenger side where it was clear someone was laying across the back seat. Injured or sleeping. Rebecca was afraid to find out which.
“She was so fucking drunk. You know how drunk she was when we left…I just…We went to her house and I was afraid to leave her alone. Everyone was sleep when we got there. So I just like set Amy up on the couch and I got her a bucket. And Randy came downstairs. He was mad. And I was trying to calm him down…
“Is she ok? Is Amy ok?” Rebecca peeked through the window again.
“She’s not ok.” The pain in A’Tyra’s eyes was real “Randy and I were talking at first. Just talking and then I don’t know why….” A’Tyra was wailing “But we just…we started kissing and then something happened…and then….and then….Amy woke up….he was balls deep… and she just stood there.” A’Tyra started to choke on her tears “Randy started flipping the fuck out cuz he was caught. Then she started flipping the fuck out because she thought we were over. Everyone was just yelling and….it just spiraled ….from the jump. He hit her and she just…she slipped….and I didn’t know what to do…I carried her to my car…I dragged….her….body….to my car. I didn’t want him to hit her anymore and he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop hitting her ! ….and I was going to the hospital…I swear I was going to but Becc…”
“Fucking call 911…that’s what you do….you call 911….” Rebecca peeked in the backseat of her best friend’s car again and it finally registered that another best friend was laying there lifeless. Lifeless in the back of her friend’s car. In her driveway. With her kids a few feet away.
“She’s not alive….she’s not alive !” A’Tyra was panicking.
“You still call 911! Call 911 !” She fished in her bathrobe for her cellphone. It wasn’t there but she frantically searched anyway.
“Becc – they’re going to think I did it. Oh my god, she’s dead!”
Jared had been watching this all transpire from a window at the front of the house. He was completely unaware that there was a body in his driveway but he was painfully aware that there’s a living room full of hungover women inside his house and some shit going down outside of it.
“I don’t know what to do!”
“I think you call 911. You tell them what you told me and you call 911.”
“Well, then, I will.”
“You can’t !”
“What did you think I was going to do for you? Going to help you hide Amy’s body?! Oh my god, Amy!”
“You’re not going to do anything…you’re not calling anyone. I’m …this….didn’t happen. It’s not happening.” A’Tyra crossed over the front of her car and got back in the driver’s seat with Rebecca quickly trailing behind.
“You can’t be serious!” she shouted.
A’Tyra whipped her car in to reverse, narrowly hitting Rebecca and floored it up the driveway and out of view. Rebecca collapsed to the ground and sobbed. None of this seemed real.