Chapter 2

Oliver

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I remember that night like yesterday. What the Hell was she thinking, allowing her sister behind the wheel? Why wasn’t I there sooner, and who was driving the other car? Too many questions and not enough fucking answers. I can’t believe I forgot about the party.

So much was happening already, emotions where whirling like the tornado did through oz, and guess what, we aren't in fucking Kansas anymore. Emory wasn't the only one I admired for, there was another ... that word still sits stale on my tongue ... was. I felt my body shudder for a moment, the misery and dread absorbing what little emotion seeped through my tough exterior.

I'll tell you now, I was not about to lose someone else. I couldn’t be there for her because they needed me. Their situation demanded I hold them, to love them, I didn’t want, nor did they deserve to die alone. My emotions vibrated into a confused mess that night, the feeling of control slipping from the death grip I thought I had on it. Why the Hell, did it have to be that night, of ALL FUCKING NIGHTS! I GUESS WHEN IT RAINS IT FUCKING POURS!!! But hey, it’s like “the Crow” said... It can’t rain all the time, right?

The car was already submerged beneath the frigid water when I got to the shoreline. Pieces of the bridge floated on the surface, mocking me for being late. I was never late, always there, but this night was different, this night ... was tragic.

Without a second to lose, I