“I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it.” I paced back and forth in my bedroom trying to make a decision. Mackenzie was my best friend, but what could I do? I was either going to have to make sure I can go forward with my life or she can go forward with hers. I’m not sure we can both have what we want at this point. It was an accident. And Mackenzie was the one who was driving, not me. We hadn’t even been drinking. At least, not much.
But now, the accident was back in the news all over again. Like no time had passed at all. So should I confess what had happened and tell the complete story or save myself? Or should I implicate both of us in an accident that never should have happened?
Here’s what happened. Mackenzie and I were coming home from a party at a frat house in late February when we hit another car. The car was parked and nobody was in it and we were too scared to stop and leave a note. Because it was just a car, right? And it already had signs of damage so what was a little more?
Turns out the car was used earlier in a robbery and now the paint from Mackenzie’s car was now part of the investigation. What I didn’t know, was that Mackenzie’s brother had a part in the robbery. And he had killed the clerk.