Seventy-Six
BJ
I was with Henry when I got the call.
I’m her emergency contact, I guess.
There’d been an accident. That’s all I knew.
They took her to St Thomas, that was the closest hospital.
I haven’t spoken to her in nearly two days to make a fucking point, and for what? To tell her without telling her that she hurt me? To hurt her back?
I wasn’t doing anything, sitting at home playing Madden with Henry when the phone rang.
Went pale.
Hen’s good in a crisis.
“What?” He stared over at me.
“Parks was in a car crash,” I told him, voice sounded foreign. Far away.
He jumped to his feet. “Where?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
Grabbed me by the shoulders. “BJ, think.”
I frown, trying to remember.
“Thomas.” I blinked. “St Thomas.”
Henry nodded, grabbed his keys, flung a sweater at me. Pushed me out the door.
He called the boys on the way, told them. I think he called Tausie after that.
I should call her family, right? Someone should. Should be me — but I can’t speak. Besides, I am her family.
I bang my fist on Henry’s dashboard.
“Can’t you fucking drive faster?”
He looks over at me, watches me for a few seconds. “Beej, she’s going to be okay.”
I give him a long look. “You don’t know that.”
“I do.” He nods. “This isn’t how it ends.”
I state over at him. “How do you know?”
He swallows. Looks back at the road.
“Jesus, Henry — the last thing I said to her—” I shake my head at myself. Press my hand into my mouth. Feel sick.
“Yeah?” He frowns.
I lick my bottom lip. My eyes have gone weird, everything’s blurry. “I don’t trust you for shit.”