Killing Heather

Chapter 15

“Dude if you did something f****d up just tell me now.”

“I told you! I don’t know! I went to sleep at home, and I woke up at home! I was out looking for my car when the cops started banging on my door. I slipped away and now here I am. I don’t f*****g know Josh.”

The moment grew tense, but in a way I could feel that what I said eased his mind. We drove for a while before the silence was broken.

“You shouldn’t drive the catfish right now.”

I turn slowly to him. I could feel the sincerity in his voice.

“Take the E36 for a few days. I’ll unwrap the catfish and Maybe you should think about throwing it up on marketplace. You’re probably going to need the cash I’m guessing.”

Everything he is saying to me is shattering my existence. I don’t deserve such a good friend, and the tone in his voice hinted that he has already decided on my guilt.

“Thank you dude… thank you so much…”

We arrived at his house and for a single second I forgot I was a wanted man when I saw my car. Instantly filled with sadness with the realization that it would probably be gone and sold soon.

I hop in the catfish for maybe one of the last times and I fire it up. Man it sounds great.

I had a really chill life before I decided to dedicate my life to my obsession. I’m honestly not quite sure how I got here… the last few weeks have been such a blur that leading up to everything I’ve felt invincible. Now… now I’m not prepared to face to facts of reality yet. Perhaps my fate has already been decided, and there really is no recovering from this…

*tap tap tap*

“Hey will you move the car please”

“Oh yeah! Sorry..”

I had been spacing out at the wheel. I completely forgot what I was doing to be honest.

I pulled the catfish behind Josh’s garage and we secured it under a rain cover.

“Yo Josh, you got something I could write with? Like a pen or something?”

“Yup” he flicks a pen out his breast pocket and clicks it open for me.

“f**k yeah, here… one sec”

I open a crusty envelope from the glovebox of the Camaro, pull out a few papers and sign the title over to Josh with an open date.

“Here bro.” Handing him the title of his new car.

“I left the keys in it. I might not be around much longer. If they got me for what I think they did, then even a couple good lawyers aren’t going to be able to save me.” I drop my head in shame, with hints of anger creeping up inside of me.

“The car is worth probably 17k, but if you list it for- “ “I get it.” Josh cuts me off.

I raise my gaze to find him staring at me intensely.

“Sounds like you’re going to need a vehicle for a good time not a long time… huh?”

I shake my head in confusion of both his statement and how he’s able to squeeze out a smile in my general direction.

“What..?”

“Come on.”

Motions me to follow him to a covered car in the corner of his rather large garage.

I’ve never seen what’s up this tarp.. first time I ever came to his house he told me not to ask and that was that..

With a sharp and fierce rip he unveils the vehicle from its covers to show a completely black RX-7. Tinted black windows. Slammed to the ground. Black wheels. Blacked out headlights. This car is black itself. It looks mean.

“It’s got no title. It’s a rotary so you’ve gotta mix oil and gas when you fill it up. It’s loud, and fast as f**k. The waste-gate leaks a little under high boost-“

“Are you sure bro? This is a 45 thousand dollar car…”

“It’s worth Jack-s**t with no title. Besides it’s not road legal anyways so don’t stop for any cherries and berries if you know what I mean.”

He smiles again, with a chuckle soon after creeping out of him.

I load my stuff into my new car, and weirdly accept my new life as a fugitive in the same moment. The car itself seemed to be built for nefarious reason, and I guess you could say I’m a devious kind of guy. I guess we are made for each other.

“Hey Drew”

I snap around. “Yeah?”

“Let me see your phone”

“Uhh sure… what’s u-“

*CRACK*

“Dude what the f**k?!” I proclaim as he smashes my phone into a broken clump on his driveway.

“You’re welcome” he says smugly while handing me what looks like a f*****g Motorola razor from the 2000’s… “dude what the fu-“

“Trust me dude! They are going to track your s**t so quick. Just f*****g accept it and move on”

“Get yourself a new name, and a new phone. My number is in there already.”

I reach out firmly for a handshake. He grabs me firmly and pulls me in to a half hug.

“Stay safe brother.”

“You too”

I hop in the car, fire it up, and rip out of his driveway choking down tears of both sadness and anger.

Looks like I’ve really got nothing to loose now.

Next stop… Heather’s house.