The cops came and asked for my statement. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. I sit in the same place just staring at her being rolled away in a body bag.

The images wouldn’t stop running through my head. I was frozen again. I felt this fuzzy thing being put around me. It was Brian.

“Can you walk?”, he says coming down to my eye level and resting his hands on my knees.

I just stare not moving. He moves to my right side. He grasps my right arm and wraps it around his neck. Putting one hand under my knees and the other around my back, he lifts me up and walks out of the room.

Through the flashing lights and drunk teenagers, he finds his car. He asked a cop to open the front passenger side door. He lowers me into the cold leather cushion and clicks the belt around me.

“I’m taking you home.”

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