Becca's thrilling adventure starts out at a party where someone collapses. Dead.
“Why are we out here, Ashlee?” I shivered as the chilly wind bit at my limbs. If there was one thing I hated more than waiting for someone, it was the numbing cold of Illinois winter. Snowflakes had just begun to fall from the sky and it was making me even more impatient.
“They said they’d be here in five minutes. Don’t you want to have some fun once in your life?” She retorted. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have fun; it was just that I didn’t want to wait in the freezing cold for Ashlee’s boyfriend of the week. But, I couldn’t have told her that, of course. She would only get that hurt puppy dog look on her face and I would feel bad and apologize. So I settled with remaining silent and focusing on warming myself up.
As I rubbed my frozen fingers together to warm them, headlights appeared from down Ashlee’s street. They moved slowly toward us and then stopped. The vehicle was a large red truck with chains wrapped around the tires to help with icy roads. Ashlee was not hesitant and ran to climb into the passenger seat, while I slowly ambled into the back. There were two people in the truck, the driver, who I assumed to be Jack, Ashlee’s new boyfriend, and another guy sitting in the seat behind him.
Even sitting in the car, I could tell that Jack was tall, mostly because that’s how all Ashlee’s guys usually were because she was almost 5’8’’, with dirty blonde hair. But the other guy was shorter with dark hair. He was staring mindlessly out the window and didn’t seem to notice us. Then, Jack spoke up, pulling his eyes away from the falling snow.
“Ashlee, this is my friend Ethan,” he said, gesturing to the other guy. Ethan looked at Ashlee and gave her a forced hello and then turned back to the window.
“This is Becca,” Ashlee said smiling back at me. I gave Jack a polite smile, but said nothing. I didn’t see the point in my being here. Ashlee had told me previously that it was for moral support, but she seemed to have all the confidence she could need. As Jack began driving, she fiddled with the radio station until it landed to a rap song and then clutched his hand. I mentally rolled my eyes, but found myself glancing at Ethan. He seemed to be enjoying this no more than I was. Almost knowingly, he glanced over at me, and my eyes darted away, avoiding embarrassment. They settled on the snow outside and the cloudy gray sky.
I started to think of my grandmother. The pale sky reminded me of her long braided hair. She was a strong, Cherokee woman who never took no as an answer. She’d been around since my third birthday, and replaced the absence of a mother. She put all she had into protecting me, but no matter how hard she tried, she’d never been able to shield me from the pain my mother’s death had caused.
But I kept that pain quiet because it would only make her feel like she hadn’t lived up as a replacement for my mom. My older sister, however, had no problem reminding her that she was not our real mother any time she was busted for breaking curfew, or caught smoking pot in the bathroom. But that was Marie for you. She was twenty-two at the time and had decided to skip out on college. She barely spoke to me, unless she was asking for extra cash. While she spent her time calling my grandmother from jail and getting wasted in the park, I stayed home in my quiet bedroom studied for the next day’s exam.
I felt the truck come to a halt, and it brought me out of my thoughts. We were parked in front of a snow-covered blue townhouse. There were a few smaller cars parked in the driveway and on the street in front of the house. Ashlee noticed this too and spoke up.
“You’re having a party?” She asked in her small, squeaky voice. She gave Jack a wary look and he gave her a reassuring smile.
“It’s just a small get together.” He chuckled. How cliché.
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