trillie | vehicular manslaughter

Absolutely fucked.

Tonight was a night like any other for Tré and Billie, They had gone out, got drunk, and attempted to drive back home. Normally but also quite surprisingly to how hammered they'd be, they'd end up making it back home pretty safely every time. This time maybe not so much. Billie offered to take the "scenic" route home instead of the shorter route they normally take. Tré only agreed with this because horny people will do anything if they think they might at least get a little something out of it. 

I had leaned over to whisper to Tré that I wanted to leave about halfway through the party. In his rather childish voice that he always has, he just whined back, "Awh come on Billie it just fucking started man!"

 I leaned back a bit almost falling, I remember that vividly since Tré started laughing at me for losing my balance while I just stood there pouting wanting to leave. No one I thought was "cool" was there. To be honest, the party fucking sucked. I didn't know why Tré wanted to stay so bad. I stood around practically moping about before I realized why Tré wanted to stay. He wanted to get off tonight and he was still looking for the best person to give him a handjob or a blowjob. I took a sip from a beer that was just laying about before going up to him again. 

"What about if we take the scenic route home?" His eyes lit up when he heard "scenic route". It's not like I've never done anything with him before. We've given each other our fair share of blowjobs and handjobs and I think once when I was really plastered we even fucked. A lot of this happened on the "scenic route" which was basically just a road through the forest that no one even went down unless they were going to get sexual. 

We stumbled out the front door of the house and down the narrow staircase trying to hold on to the railing for dear life while some shit head almost puked on me. Tré giddily hopped over to the car getting on the passenger side, While I quite heavily walked over to the driver's side and sat down. The car took for-fucking-ever to start but once it did Tré moved his hand to my thigh. 

I started on our way to the forest as Tré moved his hand up and down my thigh almost begging for a reaction from me. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as things became more blurry and my eyes just wanted to close shut and have my body wail out vomit. But I kept my eyes open and on the road while Tré's eyes were glued to me. 

We had made it to the forest somewhat safe for now but my head was pounding. I pulled over to the side of the road and pushed on the overhead light. Tré continued to rub his hand up and down my thigh as I grudgingly leaned over to unbuckle his jeans. It's not that I didn't like Tré or didn't want to be with him I was just too fucked and annoyed to be doing this right now. I did really like Tré and I really liked all the things we had done in the past together... And a few times I have gotten jealous of the other people he brings around or just the people he hooks up with. I know I hooked up with a lot of people too but I still just wanted it to be just him and me hooking up with each other without seeing anyone else sometimes. I expressed this to Mike once and he teased me saying I wanted to be Tré's boyfriend. Maybe I do, But right now I just wanted to get home and sleep all of this off. Sleep off this pounding headache from all the shitty fucking music getting played at that shitty fucking party with all those shitty fucking people who didn't even really deserve to be in his presence or get to suck him off or fuck him. 

Once I had his jeans unbuckled and pulled down a bit I could already see the outline of his dick in his boxers. I pulled those down too before he pushed the back of my head forcing my face down to meet his dick. I opened my mouth for him letting him push in as far as he wanted while I closed my lips around his dick. I sucked him off and listened to him let out grunts and moans with him still putting pressure on the back of my head. He came, I swallowed and that was it. I sat back up in my seat while he buckled back up his pants and smiled at me. "You're really good at that bill, Have you been practicing for me?" I had just sucked him off I don't get why a statement like that was giving me butterflies. I liked him saying I was good and asking me if I was practicing all for him. In a way I guess I was, like before tonight I always looked forward to getting to be sexual with him. He was the first guy I ever did anything with and he was just an amazing friend all around. Every other guy I've been with just feels like practice for him. 

I nodded at him giving him a sloppy drunk smile and kiss before starting back on our way home. The feeling of dizziness and blurriness had come back while Tré dozed off in the passenger seat. We were about halfway through the forest before it happened. 

A loud thud emerged from the front of the car. My eyes widen as I slammed on the brakes thinking I just hit a deer. Tré was woken up by the thud and looked around confused, "what the hell did you just hit?!"

"A deer or something I think..." I looked at him with worry on my face as I opened my car door to step out. 

"FUCKING SHIT!! FUCK!" I yelled loudly as I looked down at the man laid down in front of my car. I heard Tré's door open and him step out of the car. 

"Billie what did you do..." More rushes of guilt and anxiety ran through me. I just fucking hit some dude and one of my best friends is going to think I'm some monster. I stood there pushing my hair back and looking at the lifeless limp body in front of me. He was dead, there was no way around it. I knew I was going too fast I just wanted to get home... I took someone's life, they were dead right in front of me laying limp with no expression just death. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I felt like I was about to vomit, I wanted to vomit. I wanted this all to just be some bad dream I could wake up from. His family was never going to see him ever again. But I see his lifeless body now laid out in front of me with cracked bones and blood oozing out onto the old road soaking his clothes. His blood was all over the front of my car. I was never going to get away with this. What if I end up bring Tré down with me?? I don't want that. fuck fuck fuck I wish this was just a bad dream I could wake up from or that I had just stayed at that stupid fucking party.

"I- I don't know" My face got hot as tears flooded my eyes and rolled down my face. I put my arms out to lean on the car as I threw up. 

"I don't want to go to jail." I wailed out. Tré's face was still shocked and filled with worry. He didn't know what to do and I sure as hell didn't either. Tré came around to my side of the car and wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed into his chest holding him tight. "I'm so so so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I- I just wanted to go home. I'm a murderer." 

"You're not a murderer, It's okay bill it's going to be okay, nobody is going to jail alright?" He ran his hand through my curly mess of hair trying to calm me down. "no one needs to know we were here. I'll get in the car and keep driving. I know you feel really fucking bad but I don't want you going to jail okay? we'll get out of this I promise. I'll get you out of this." He rubbed my back before giving me one last squeeze and letting me go to get in the passenger side. 

I sat in my seat and just sat there staring off thinking about what had just happened just wanting to melt into the seat and act as though I don't even exist. Tré drove off away from the body and back to my place. It felt like the longest drive of my life when it was only 20 minutes. He pulled into the garage quickly making sure no one could see the blood plastered all over the hood of the car. 

"Billie please go get some water and bleach and rags we can just burn after." I was surprised about how calm he was. He seemed too calm, it was off-putting but I just listened to him and got what we needed from inside. I never expected Tré to act like this, He was also so fun, silly, and full of life now he's all technical and telling me what to do when just an hour ago he was acting like so giddy 14 year old about to get his dick sucked for the first time. It made me slightly scared of him. I love him so much but I couldn't help but be scared when he's being so...different. 

I handed him everything he asked for and got on my knees to help him clean. We sat there and scrubbed and scrubbed until the car was as clean as new just with a few dents and scratches. Speaking of dents and scratches there were a lot more now than there was before and I have no clue what to do about that. When I asked Tré about it he shrugged it off and told me to just not drive for a few days and he'll figure it out in the meantime. I didn't want to drive ever again aways or even drink ever again. I just wanted to lay in bed and sit and rot there till I die. But I know Tré and Mike wouldn't want that so here I am trying to function through my day-to-day with the knowledge that I've killed a man and no one knows except Tré and with how he's acting I don't even know if I can trust him. 

I fucking hate scenic routes.