Grant was ghost white. He lay at my feet and I began screaming. Usually I was calm. Usually I was serious. But, this moment was unusual. I was allowed to freak out a bit. I heard a choked up voice sqeal,
"Grant?! Grant?! Come back to me!"
The voice belonged to me! Bree rushed over to me.
"What happened Lizah?!"
Pure panic had taken over her usually teasing face.
"Grant! He just... collapsed! I don't know what to do! He found a girl in the back so, I called 911 and when I looked back, he was..."
Jay finished my sentence.
"...passed out."
My body felt like it had been wiped clean of all of the fear. All of the worry.
"Passed out?"
It seemed so small. And here I was having a melt down. Jay nodded.
"Yeah, he'll be okay."
Bree snapped back into her teasing self.
"Don't worry. He probably just caught a glimpse of your face and fainted thinking about how he has been kissing it all these years."
She giggled, obviously pleased with her joke.
"Shut up, Bree! I'm sick of your crap! This is serious!"
She was bewildered.
"Gosh. What's gotten into you?"
"There is a dead girl in the backseat and my boyfriend is passed out at my feet, so it isn't really the time to be cracking jokes!"
Jay was staring at the girl.
"Wow. She's so pretty."
Bree slugged him.
"Well, too bad you're taken."
He massaged his bound-to-be-bruised shoulder.
"Yeah Bree. How could I forget?"
Bree examined the girl.
"She's okay. Nothing special."
I was getting sick of Bree.
"Can you ever take things seriously, Bree?"
"I don't know, Lizah. Can you ever take a joke?"
My eyes narrowed. In my mind I was lighting her on fire. If I concentrated hard enough, I could imagine her bawling and shrieking. Asking ne to save her. My focus was pulled away by the wailing sirens. A bull horn rang out,
"Police! Put your hands up! Now!"
