by Rebecca Miralrio and Genesis Aviles
There was one conversation that started it all. It was a rainy morning on October 3rd. When I was walking towards the supermarket to get some milk and eggs for breakfast I saw Tyler and Evelyn arguing. They then entered the supermarket. Not thinking much about it I then went to the dairy aisle. As I was reaching for my oat milk I could tell that Tyler and Evelyn were in the next aisle by their loud dispute. They were just yelling at each other so I couldn't make out every word. But, suddenly Evelyn stopped talking and I heard Tyler say “You better not say anything to anyone.” “I won't.” Evelyn replied. “Promise?” He asked. “I Promise.” She responded. As they headed out I continued to buy my oatmilk and picked up a carton of eggs. After I paid and started my walk home, I spotted Tyler and Evelyn out of the corner of my eye. I tried not to stare but something told me to look. They walked toward their car and opened the trunk and I saw a hand stick out of a trash bag. It was covered in blood. My face became hot as an uneasy feeling overcame me. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. I quickly picked back up my groceries, my legs feeling weak as I stumbled. They turned around and I saw Tyler coming at me with a look in his eyes. I started running with no hesitation. A block down I turn back and see that they are still following me. “Damn it,” I thought as they started chasing me. I kept running and I made so many turns trying to throw them off my trail. I saw a large gate that led to an empty parking lot and I headed for it. As I’m climbing my sandal falls off but Tyler starts catching up to me so I left it. After about what felt like 20 minutes of running, they lost sight of me and I limped home with one sandal. I get home and tend to my foot. It was bleeding because I stepped into some broken glass. I called out for my mom but then I remember she was off on a business trip. All night I’m worried sick thinking about the infinite number of things they may have done. Millions of questions running through my mind: “Who is the person in the trunk?” “Did they kill them?” “Why are they doing this?” “Why is this happening to me?” I decided not to immediately go to the police because I was scared and I would feel more secure if my mom went with me. Why would the police believe a 17-year-old who is reporting the town's high school sweethearts? On top of that I have no proof. I don’t think I am lying just simply withholding the truth. I try to sleep but I feel like I am drowning in a pool of lies and secrets. Not to mention my foot throbbing with pain. After staying up all night trying to process what I witnessed I start getting ready for school. I head to school frightened by the idea of running into Tyler and Evelyn. Which was nothing new because they were popular and I was an outcast. Your classic high school drama. All-day I was in a constant state of battle with myself. “Should I turn them in?” “Would they hurt me if I did?” “Would anyone believe me?” After all, Tyler's mom was the Chief of Police. I thought about it all day. From the first period all the way to the last I was completely distracted. I usually pay attention in science because it’s my favorite class, but today even science couldn’t take my mind off of what I had witnessed. The day dragged on and I did not run into Tyler or Evelyn. Or so I thought. As I am headed to my car I see Tyler and Evelyn standing next to it. I thought about running but they were bound to find me. So I keep walking. “Sky nice to see you again,” says Evelyn sarcastically. “We need to talk about what you saw.” “I didn’t see anything, what are you talking about?” I say. “Cut the crap Sky” Tyler responds. “Look, my moms waiting for me at home. If I'm not there she will get suspicious. Why don't we meet up later? I'm willing to talk to you, nothing bad has to happen.” I say hoping they will believe me. “Okay meet us at the park at 6. Don’t try anything you’ll regret.” Evelyn said with her snarky voice. I wasn’t lying about my mom; she was supposed to be back from her trip by the time I got home. Once I get home I’m welcomed with hugs. My mom is very caring. I wanted to tell her what I saw but she would just worry and I had to meet them and see if they would confess to what they did on tape. They may be popular but they aren’t the smartest. They probably won’t suspect a thing. At 6:00 I press record on my phone and head to the park on my bike. I saw them by the swings. As I approached them I could feel the tension between them. “Good. You actually came. I thought we would have to track you down.” said Tyler “Let’s just get this straight, you saw nothing. You went to the supermarket and then straight home.” insisted Evelyn. I could tell she was worried because she was as red as a tomato and shaking. “I know what I saw Evelyn. You have to explain or else I’m going to the cops. You don’t scare me the slightest bit.” I was scared and I was going to the cops either way but she didn’t need to know that. “We did nothing wrong. At least not on purpose.” she cried “Evelyn shut up.” Tyler yelled as he grabbed her arm and shook her. “Look I just need to know what happened. If it was an accident like you said, maybe I can help. But you need to tell me what went down.” They stared at each other. “We were just messing around. We didn’t think this would happen. We were just having a good time.” Evelyn pleaded. Tyler looked at her with a deadly stare. “We were on the way home and Lila was already drunk because we went to an after prom party. Tyler took a pill and offered Lila and I some. I advised her not to since she was already drunk. But, Tyler made her feel like a wuss and pressured her into taking it. I was driving so it was best for me not to take any.” I didn’t personally know Lila but she was the sweetest out of their friend group. The smartest too. I couldn’t believe Lila would be dumb enough to do that. Tyler has to pay for this. "We weren’t thinking. But now we don’t know how to cover this up. You have to help us. We’ve been lugging the body around in my car. What should we do with it?” Evelyn asked. Now I know why they were at the supermarket. Their car probably reeked of the dead body. Then I realized the aisle next to the dairy aisle is for cleaning supplies. “I’ll help by not talking to the cops. I’ve done all I can. This is your problem.” I said “If you speak a word of this to anyone I will find out and you will be sorry you did.” Tyler threatened. I grabbed my bike and headed home. When I got home, I saw my mom in the kitchen. I wanted to tell her what I did but I was exhausted and thought it was best to tell her the next day. When I woke up and saw her eating breakfast, I decided to tell her everything, even the recording. She began to yell “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? You could’ve died.” I expected this. She had a right to yell at me. What I did was risky. She downloads the recording on her phone and laptop so we have backups. She grabs her purse and takes me down to the station. On the ride there I explain that we may not be taken seriously and we might end up seen as the bad guys. My mom didn’t care; she just wanted to do what she thought was right. When we get there we are welcomed by Tyler’s mom, Sheriff Jones, who I was hoping was off. My mom tells me to sit while she talks to her. She then brings me to an interrogation room and my mom follows. I sit in the cold metal chair and stare into the two-way mirror waiting for someone to come take my statement. To Be Continued...
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