What If?

.....I was never afraid

The night my mom died in a car accident eight years ago was the night I lost everything. It was my fault that she was driving. My fault that she was hit by a random drink guy who sobered up in the police station and later realizing that he was the cause a husband lost his wife and a child lost her mother. I do not blame him my father drives after he had a shot of vodka. I know that he is living in guilt like I do. I blame myself because my mom would've gone outside if I wasn't scared of my friend's parent's harmless fight in their garage.

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I was staying in my friend's house couple of blocks from mine doing our Halloween costumes because I was artistic and got bored with the costume you buy in the stores when Mr. Reynolds' car drove into their driveway. I  automatically packed my things because he usually drove me home before dinner. My friend, Jess and I ran downstairs-she running to get her father and me because I don't like to delay their dinner.We were just outside their garage door when we heard it. Mr and Mrs. Reynolds' raised voices made us stop. They were fighting. I've never seen or heard anyone shout with hatred and hurt before and I was afraid. I looked over Jess and saw her crying. Either this often or this was the first time. I walked over her and she whispered if it would be okay if I leave her alone. I agreed some I don't know what else to do. She ran upstairs and I heard her bedroom door slam shut followed by the lock. Scared and uncertain I  decided to call my mom to fetch me......

to be continued