Read Part One here

July 24, 2021

“You’d think by now I’d stop going along with these grand plans of yours,” Savannah winced as she limped down the steps with her half-broken high heels in her right hand.

Ian cracked a smile at her and shrugged. He held a ziplock bag of ice over the bump on the back of his head.

“Well, you were the one who wanted a better spot to show off our twerkulators,” he replied.

“Well, I definitely didn’t mean we should jump onto Frankie’s fancy glass table.” Savannah nudged him as she drunkenly snickered.

“It was as shiny as we were, though.” Ian chuckled as he stumbled to the car.

Savannah laughed but paused when she noticed their reflections in the passenger seat window. Their bodies swayed as the intoxication set in quicker and quicker.

“Wait… We should get an Uber…” she started pulling her iPhone out of her wallet.

“Noo. We.. we’re good… We don’t need an Uber goober,” Ian protested, pushing her phone back in. “I… Lemme drive…”

“Nuh-huh. I am captain now.” Savannah quickly grabbed the keys from his back pocket.

“Fine,” Ian whined as he got into the passenger seat. “But I am controlling the music.”

“Hell Yeah! Turn it up!”

Savannah tapped on the steering wheel to the rhythm of The Eagles’ song “Life In The Fast Lane” as she and Ian shouted the lyrics. She kept her eye on the dark curvy road until the guitar solo. She glanced to watch Ian strum his air guitar and sing her favorite part.

“She said listen baby, and you can hear them engines ring….”

Roaarrrr…..honkkkk…

Savannah froze in panic when bright headlights started heading towards her.

“Truck!” Ian tried to grab the steering wheel quickly.

“We’ve been up and down this highway haven’t seen a goddam thing,” the radio rang. “He said, call the doctor think I’m gonna crash.”

Screeeechhh……floovb, floovb…Boommm…booooom….booooommm!

The air escaped from Savannah’s chest as the car tumbled down the cliff like a rock. She felt Ian grabbed her hand as she started drifting in and out of consciousness. The next time she opened her eyes, she was hanging upside down by the seat belt, spitting out blood.

“Ia…Ian…” Savannah turned her head to see if he was alive.

She gasped for air again as she wailed at the sight of blood gushing out of her best friend’s head.

“Noooooooo!!!! Ian! Noooo!”

His skin was pasty, and his lips were violet. She choked on the smell of decaying organs as she drifted out of consciousness again.

She woke in the hospital two days later.

“Thank God you’re alive. I was about to lose it on everybody,” her fiance said. “It was twenty-four hours until they saved you from the cliff.”

“Babe…Savannah…..”

My sleep daze broke once I heard my name.

“Of course, ugh.” I quickly sat up as soon as I realized I passed out, holding the mirror again. My reflection was rolling her eyes and snickering.

“Savannah…”

“Yeah? I am in the office,” I answered as I put the mirror up.

“Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” I faked a smile.

Image by Heiner Sollermann from Pixabay.com.