Wolf Blood

Sorry

            Sorry. It can have more than one meaning. It could be someone apologizing for something they did to you, or someone apologizing because you've just lost something important, such as your best friend.

            So what use was Jake using it for? Was he apologizing because he did something or because he knew Juliette had just died? Why would her parents not talk to me. Was there something they were hiding? I wanted answers.

            The morning after Amarissa's death I grabbed my car keys and drove to the sight of the crash. Her green VW Bug was still there on the side of the road. There was no one there to stop me from crawling underneath the yellow caution tape. 

            What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

            There. In the driver's side of the windshield, was a nine millimeter sized hole.

           The crash didn't kill my best friend.

            A monster did.

            "You're not supposed to be here." A voice said from behind me.

            Jake.

           "Neither are you." I said.

            "I want answers." He said, his dark curly hair tied in a small man bun, despite the snow flurries that were falling around us.

            "Well so do I." I said, tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder.

            "I didn't think you'd be here so soon." He said, his dark eyes looking straight into my green ones.

            "She was murdered." I whispered.

             Jake didn't say anything.

             "What were you doing in her car?"I ask.

             "I don't remember." He said, pushing his black thick rimmed glasses up his nose.

              "You don't remember? Any of it? How convenient." I said.

            "Juliette. I'm serious. If I did, I wouldn't be here." He said.

             I didn't say anything, I just stared at him.

              My eye caught something shiny laying mixed in the castoff from the paved road. 

              A bullet casing.

             Jake just stared at it as if it were poison.

             I walked over to it and picked it up, since Jake didn't.

            It wasn't just a normal shell casing. It was silver. Why would someone shoot my best friend with a silver bullet?

             I looked at Jake, but he didn't say anything.

             I pull out my phone to call the police, but Jake puts his hand over mine and suddenly I am feeling some kind of electricity from his touch that makes me feel so strange, I yank my hand away and drop my phone and the bullet casing in thre process.

              Jake just looks at me with a look I don't recognize. 

            "What?" I ask him.

            "Nothing. I just thought I felt somethi-. Nevermind."He says.

            For a moment,the sun starts to shine and I notice how sculpted his face is. I notice the arch of his brow, the gleam the color of honey in his brown eyes, the glare of the sun on his glasses, the way his nose is perfectly straight with a slight upturn, and I notice his dark hair starting to come out of his bun.

             "What?" He asks, snapping me back to reality.

            "Nothing." I say, bending to pick up my phone.

            "Hey! You kids aren't supposed to be here!" A voice yells from across the tape.

             "I think that's our cue to leave." Jake says.

             I take off running towards my car, noticing how fast Jake runs. How can a skinny guy like that run so fast? 

             Jake is definitely hiding something. Why else would he stop me from calling the police? I am going to find out just what his secret is, but not until I figure out who killed Amarissa and why. Even if it kills me.