“Dude, shut the fuck up,” snarls Blake. “Last warning.”
“I think we should listen, man,” says one of the guys behind me.
“River will talk. She’s a fucking cunt. Can’t help it,” Blake argues.
Cunt? Who calls a woman that, especially a saint like River? Blake should be the one dying tonight. Asshole.
“No,” I interject, “River won’t say a word because if she does, you’ll release the second video to the police of her burying my body. It’ll show she was with me and did nothing to stop my suicide.”
As I speak, the grimness sinks in. River will actually have to bury me. What a crappy way to show my love for her. Right up there with giving a woman a vacuum cleaner.
Fine. Yes. Maybe this is a few levels lower and more tragic. Toilet-plunger-gift level maybe? Unfortunately, I don’t see another option. I have to convince walnut brain here to let her go.
“It’s the only way, Blake,” I warn. “My suicide video will provide irrefutable evidence that you had nothing to do with my death, while keeping River quiet.”
I grit my teeth, hoping River won’t say something stupid such as, “I’ll never go along with this.” Luckily, the SUV full of walnut heads goes silent, and I know it means they’re nutting it over. Everyone except River, who’s bawling her eyes out. She knows this isn’t going to end well. She’s probably blaming herself. But really, she’s the only person here who’s worth a damn. These guys are losers, and so am I.
I mean, come on, a brother who doesn’t step up to help his sister when she’s being beaten to death? No need to mince words. That makes me an asshole, too. My life is worthless because I’m worthless.
Oh, but you stepped in hard tonight, Huff. Don’t forget! I say proudly to myself. However, I need to be honest; that act of bravery might’ve made me feel like the mighty shit for all of five seconds, but it’s not enough to make up for what I’ve done. Or haven’t done. And, no, I’m not just talking about Joy.
How many times have I sat by and watched someone get pushed, hit, or made fun of? How many times have I walked away from some dicktart plucking the feathers off a helpless chicken (aka, someone like me)?
And then there’s the day Joy died. I’ll never really know if I could’ve stopped her from dying because I didn’t even try. Too scared of Conner, Manda, and the rest. I can’t help thinking that tonight is karma asking for its pound of flesh. I mean, what are the odds, right? My first night here, and I’m again faced with putting someone I love before myself. Only this time, I’m going to get it right. The world needs River, just like it needed Joy, and it’s my duty to keep her alive.
Five minutes later, the SUV comes to a stop. The passenger door opens, followed by the door to my right. I’m jerked by the neck of my T-shirt outside and shoved to the ground. The dirt is moist and covered in leaves. The air around us smells musty.
I was right. We’re somewhere secluded and swampy. Screams won’t be heard.
Blake pulls me up by the arm and shoves me forward. “Move it, dipshit.”
Dipshit. Can’t they come up with anything new? Probably not. Low IQs.
“Blake, what’s the point of the blindfold?” I stumble, managing to keep my footing. “Either way, I’m going to die, right?”
“Blake! You can’t do this. Just let us go,” River begs. “We won’t say anything.”
Blake laughs sadistically. “Yeah, right.”
“They’re going to know it was you,” she says. “Even if you don’t go to prison, they’ll know. This is going to haunt you forever.”
“No, it won’t, because I’m taking Huff up on his offer. You’ll film him slitting his own throat and bury him. If you refuse or he fails, then we’ll kill you, too.”
I exhale, relieved that Blake and his crew are going along with my plan. Then the guilt and fear kick in. This is really going to happen. And it’s going to fuck up my family more than they already are. Plus, they’ll never believe I took my own life. They’d never buy that River, my best friend since I was little, would sit by and watch. They’ll start a new crusade to get the truth, and it will kill them.
But what other choice do I have? I could beg for my life and hers, but by now these guys are probably sobering up. They’re beginning to feel afraid. This plan of theirs isn’t such a good idea, and now it’s too late to back out. They’re on the hook for assault, kidnapping, and whatever else goes along with attempting to silence witnesses to a crime.
“Blake, do we have a deal or not?” I push.