Previously known as The Accident
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She is beautiful. So fucking beautiful. She is a star and I would become an astronomer for her and I would study for the rest of my life and I would bleed, sweat and cry day and night just so I can underst...
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The minute after Noah's car was stolen, I had taken Indra back to our hotel room to keep her out of trouble. This night is not how I expected it to go and I'd hate for her to be there if it got worst.
Casper told me that a few people were taken into custody and the cops refuse to let them go until they give the name of the Overdrive creator. Even if they give the name, the cops can't do anything because he's dead.
The people who got away went to the after party at this house that Dylan rented for Overdrive.
Even though the main event is over, the night has just started. Once Indra had fallen asleep, Diego had called me saying they desperately needed my help. I snuck out of the room, making sure Indra had not woken up before I rushed over to the location.
Now a crowbar is what we are using to force open the trunk of Noah's car since it's been broken. The trunk swings open and my eyes land on every possible item there is inside, feeling a sense of uneasiness.
When is this night going to be over?
Diego begins digging first, unbothered by what could possibly be inside as the car is parked in his garage. He pulls out every item and dumps it onto the floor, allowing us to assess the items.
Empty spray cans, a baseball bat, a map, a pack of flares, empty gasoline tanks, red stained ropes. These items aren't familiar, but there's something that attracts us. I notice Dylan struggling to keep it together when he picks up a black hoodie that has visible darker spots splattered all over it. "You don't think-" Atlas's voice cracks as we all stare at the hoodie.
Diego pulls out two pairs of yellow rubber gloves covered in blood. "I think he did." He couldn't have.
Atlas gulps, staring at the blood covered gloves. "I'm going down." He whispers before he falls back. Non of us catch him when he hits the ground with his eyes shut. I forgot Atlas faints at the sight of blood.
My eyes go back to the gloves as revelation strikes me like a bolt of lightning on a clear day, shattering my perception of reality. As I sift through the items, trying to figure out if this is true. I feel a whirlwind of emotions engulf me.
Picking up the map of the Hamptons, I see every single road that was assigned for us to drive on May 12th highlighted in blue, but there is a line that comes off the road in green. This path isn't on the road, but on a sidewalk leading towards the estate. There is another line in red that goes off the path everyone was following also leading towards the estate.
Dylan stands beside me, looking at the map in disbelief. "Arti's house is circled." My eyes shoot towards the house, seeing it circled dozens of times in red.
Denial battled with disbelief, while a profound sadness settles like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. "He- he couldn't have." I whisper, my hands shaking.
Dylan doesn't say anything as he tightens his grip on the strange hoodie. "He couldn't have." I keep repeating, trying to understand everything.
"He did." Diego says, stepping over Atlas as he walks up to Dylan and I to show us a few pages in his hand. Without giving anyone else the opportunity, I grab the pages from him. My eyes linger over the words scribbled on in black pen.
