The Perfect Witness

Why Don't You Believe Me

The car ride home was mostly silent. I twiddled my thumbs nervously, staring at my feet, haunted by Ellie's words.

She must have known what I did to her aunt.

Vincent's hand suddenly rested on my shoulder, squeezing gently. "That was one heck of an attention grabber, Ivy," he laughed nervously. "What caused you to pass out?"

"Cody," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I continued to look at my feet, embarrassed.

Vincent sighed loudly. "Cody? Really? What was with you and framing Cody?" His voice strained with frustration.

"Because he fucking did it, Vincent," I snapped, anger surging through me.

"Ivy, he was at the football game, playing on the field in front of a stadium of people. He couldn't have been at the house with us," Vincent huffed, his voice saturated with annoyance.

"That's not possible! I saw him! And Dustin and Melody. Vincent, why won't you believe me?" My tone rose quickly with frustration.

"Because it's not possible, Ivy! He can't be in two places at once!" He took one hand off the wheel, pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

"Stop the car," I snarled.

"What?!" Vincent's gaze shifted from the road to me, his face contorted with exasperation.

"Now, Vincent! Stop the car!" I slammed my hands forcefully on the consol until he complied.

Angry, he jerked the car to the side of the road and threw it into park, turning to face me fully.

I glowered at him before turning to the car door, pulling at the locked handle. "I'm walking home," I whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"Ivy..." he breathed, his tone now soft.

He sounded hurt, which wasn't fair; he was the one who won't believe me.

Ignoring him, I fiddled with the lock on the door before he abruptly put the child lock on.

"Unlock the car," I whined as a single tear slid down my feverish cheeks.

"No, Ivy. I'm not letting you out of this car. We need to talk this out, right here, right now." His voice was shaky, as if he was holding back a monsoon of tears.

I turned around, tears streaming down my face, and screamed at him. "Let me out!" I sobbed uncontrollably until he snapped.

"Ivy, stop!" Vincent tried to stay calm in the whirlpool of my anger. "Listen, you were hit pretty badly on your head, so you must be remembering things differently!"

Accusation now hung high in the air, and I hated it.

I hated him.

I knew for sure I wasn't making things up, and it made me want to rip out my hair.

"Vincent- I'm- I'm not remembering things differently, please believe me. You were supposed to love me, and this isn't love." I slumped against the leather seat, exhausted from the fight.

Vincent stared at me, then quickly turned angry and screamed, "Ivy, you're just making shit up to get more attention for yourself," he aggressively unlocked the car doors.

My heart dropped; we'd never fought before. My hands shook uncontrollably as I sobbed, making it harder to open the car door.

Weakly, I stepped out, unsteady on my trembling limbs. Vincent sped away, and I didn't even get to look at him before he was gone.

"Screw you!" I screamed into the wind, hoping it carried to wherever he was going.

Just to my luck, my nose started bleeding, heavily. "Mother fucker," I shouted, shuddering from the wind as I leaned my head back and pinched my nose. The blood kept flowing, and I felt like I might bleed out.

The quiet engine of a car slowing down next to me pulled my attention back to the road.

Thank God. The stupid boy had come to his senses.

Turning, I saw a small cream-colored Honda Civic.

The driver rolled down his window, revealing a good-looking guy with soft gray eyes and blonde curly hair.

He looked eighteen or nineteen, with a smaller, equally muscular friend in the passenger seat.

"Are you okay?" the gray-eyed boy asked me.

"Fucking fabulous..." I spat, gesturing to my bleeding nose. My left hand was covered in sticky red blood.

"Do you want a ride to the hospital?" he asked, sounding unsure.

"No thank you, I'm only a short way from home." I thanked him and backed away from the car window.

"Ivy get in the car." His soft gray eyes turned cold.

"Excuse me?" My heart skipped a beat.

I saw his hand move down the side of his chair, and I thought "gun," so I ran.

Blood sprayed as I sprinted, and I heard their car doors slam as they chased me.

Out of breath and choking on blood, I knocked on a nearby door, screaming for help. When it opened, I immediately wanted to die.

Cody stood there.

"Don't even think about it, pretty girl."

I tried to turn and run, but I heard the click of a safety on a gun. The two boys slow to a walk, smug smiles on their faces.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, backing up as the men climbed the stairs. My knees go numb, and my head swirled with panicky thoughts.

Cody grabbed my hair and pulled me back into his burly arms, "It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you."

I felt a pinch as a needle slipped into my neck. Terrified, I touched the spot and looked up at the strangers, sobbing softly.

My head felt woozy, and my limbs started to lose all sensation, so I crumpled to my knees as my vision started to become spotty. Every ounce of my limbs tingled as I looked up at the three monsters.

"Fuck you," I croaked.

Cody smiled at me before kicking me in the chest, the familiar creak of my ribs echoing in my ears.

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