Choice

Chapter 6

After I recover I started five of my two hundred hours of community service. Picking up trash was not a good look for me. Although I mostly thought about my popularity status I also thought about the people I killed and the lady frantically screaming at me.

Boy, did that make me feel bad. It was like I could see the dead people staring at me during community service even though I never saw them- except under a sheet.

When I came home I had five missed calls from Monica. She didn't get hurt at the accident because she got a cab. I called her back.

"Vikki! Are you okay?" Monica asked right away.

"Yes, I'm fine and so is everyone else," I said.

"Oh, I know everyone else is okay. I thought you knew too." She said suspiciously. "Did anyone call you?"

"No. Should they?"

"Well, I think I know why they didn't."

I stopped her before she said it. "Do they know I killed three people?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"I'm calling Jordyn."

"Wait! No! I don't think you should-" She yelled but I already hung up. I called Jordyn.

Jordyn sighed. "Hi, Vikki."

"JJ are you still my friend?' I asked.

"You killed three people, Veronica. I can't hang around with you people will think I'm crazy," she said.

"Who cares, you're MY friend not everyone else's. Besides, we were all drinking so it's cool, right?"

"Yea, but you were behind the wheel."

She hung up.

I felt betrayed but I knew Trey would believe me. I called him.

"What?" He said aggressively.

"Hey, babe! You still care about me, right?" I asked. He laughed.

"I never cared, Vikki. You were a toy. A trophy girl that got me into the in-crowd."

"You don't me that?" I asked starting to cry.

"Yes I do you're worthless that's why I'm sleeping with that girl again. You're a murderer who cares for nobody but yourself!" Trey snarled.

"Your friend, Jay, gave us the alcohol! Don't you remember that!"

"I cant even remember this conversation right now! But guess who was behind the wheel? You." He said.

I started to cry. He never spoke to me this way. All he did was laugh.

"You're so pathetic. Stupid. Dumb. It's over. But for me, it never stared. Oh and guess what? The newlywed guy you killed? Yea! He was my brother." He violently pressed the end call button. I still cried. Monica was right. I should have never called my "friends".