He got out of the car and ran to the crumpled body on the side of the road. He knelt beside the boy and felt for a pulse. It was there but barely.

"I need an ambulance right now, we're just on the side of Hillbrook Meadow, a kid's been his… he's unconscious… I don't know about 16 or 17. Look it only happened a minute ago… I don't know who, you need to get here now."

He snapped his cell shut and looked into the distance. The car was gone. It had left so fast that he hadn't gotten time to see the registration, only a glance. He looked down at the boys still frame. There was no blood. Just a swelling on his head. He checked the pockets of the boy's tuxedo for some id but they were empty. Poor kid had probably been coming home from the prom. He wondered about the driver in the other car. Had it been an accident? It didn't matter now. He flipped open his cell and was dialling just as he heard the sirens screech in the distance.

"Am I through to the cops? I need to report a hit and run"

Six weeks later.

Harry Wilson had always loved summer. It was always his favourite time of year. As a high school principal he would spend all of August preparing for the new school year but June and July were his to do what he wanted with. He always made a point of spending time with his family. Every year they would take a vacation. June would be spent debating on where to go, planning out the itinerary and the building excitement. They would spend the first half of July on the vacation and spend the second half talking about how great it had been. He knew it was corny but it was his family tradition and his favourite time of year. This summer was different though.

"Mom, Dad get in here".

His family had spent June dealing with the police, different lawyers, counsellors and a huge amount of backlash for the community. Harry's job had been threatened, Debbie had lost more then half of the clients that she freelanced for and Dixon had been ordered to take time off work after a fight at the Peach Pit.

"I… I can't get her to stop crying, she keeps shaking. Annie, please, what happened?"

Annie had barely left her bedroom since it happened. She had spoken to nobody outside of her family, the police and an attorney. He and Debbie had tried numerous different counsellors but none of them had any effect. Even when she spoke to him, Debbie or Dixon she couldn't make eye contact. It was as though the accident had sucked the life out of her.

"I didn't… He came from nowhere… I only took my eyes off for a second and he- I think I-"

They had hoped and prayed that the boy would live. He had been in a coma for almost two weeks when they finally turned his ventilator off. The family were devastated. The Wilson's had hoped at first that some sort of settlement would be arranged but there was nothing that could be done. The boy's family were devastated. They had lost their son. They wanted to make Annie suffer in any way possible. It was they only way that they could avenge him.

"Annie, we have to call the police."

Harry and Debbie were still in shock over how quickly everything had changed for their family. They were no longer carefree and close, everyone was uptight especially when with Annie. Dixon would act normal around his friends but it didn't take much to set him off. He was very protective of his sister and the threats and name calling would easily rile him. He had been like a rock to Annie. Even though Annie wasn't saying much, Dixon would fill her in on the everyday occurrences that she was missing by not leaving the house. Harry and Debbie wondered if he had told Annie what had happened with Erin Silver. Silver, who had once spent almost everyday at the Wilson's seemed to have abruptly vanished completely. Harry knew through Silver's sister, Kelly Taylor that she had gone to stay with her brother David and his wife in Japan but didn't know whether Dixon and Silver had parted on good or bad terms. His son's reluctance to tell him or Debbie what had happened spoke louder then words and because they all had their hands full with Annie, they had decided to let it go.

"Dad, is Annie going to end up being sent away?"

The decisions over whether or not Annie would go to trial were in the process of being made. The only fact that was on her side was that she was still a minor. Sixteen years old. She was so young but then again this was Beverly Hills where everybody wanted to grow up too quickly and then regretted it when they did. His daughter's friend and pupil at WestBev, Adrianna Tate Duncan had only just given up a baby. She too was sixteen years of age. Teenagers wanted to grow up too fast. He always said that but he knew that his actions from when he was a teenager spoke a lot louder then his words or lectures ever could.

"How will anything be the same again, how can we get past this?"

Harry wondered everyday if things would get better for his family. He wondered everyday if it was his fault for moving them to Beverly Hills. He wondered everyday if anything could have been done that fateful night to stop the chain of events from happening. But then, he also realised that there was no point in wondering because nothing could be changed. He and his family had to deal with this; they had to make Annie deal with her actions. He knew it wouldn't be easy but he figured that there was a good six weeks left in the summer. Everybody would be brought back together at some point.

He wondered how prom night had been for everybody else.