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Weschester, NY

Turnpike Exit

10:47 PM

Derrick pulled his car over and got out, cradling Massie in his arms. He had to be strong, for her. Even though his best friends were dead, he was staying strong.

"I've got you," he told her, over and over again, the words permanently etched in his mind.

"It's my fault," she said, as if in a trance. "I could have warned them. But I didn't," she told herself. "Oh my god, did I want them to die? Shit, I did!" Massie sat up. "I wanted Josh to die. I wanted Alicia, Dylan, Claire and Kristen to die. I wanted them all to die—"

"Massie," Derrick said. "You didn't mean it. It wasn't your fault, there was nothing you could do. Nothing," Derrick said, his voice firm.

"It's my fault," she mumbled, glancing down at her phone. "Fuck."

RESTRICTED: don't look behind you.

Derrick turned around to see Chris' hummer charging fast at him and Massie. "Hold on," he told her as he got up from his spot on the dirt.

The Hummer screeched to a stop with Chris stepping out.

"Well, well," he laughed. "I found you after all."

"Go fuck yourself, Chris," glared Derrick, his body rigid and eyes set. He was standing protectively between Massie, who was lying down, and Chris.

"Give it a rest, Harrington," said Chris rolling his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. "unless you would like Massie to talk to my friend."

Massie anxiously slipped her phone out of her pocket and pressed the numbers. 9-1-1.

"Don't touch her."

Carefully aiming the gun at Massie, Chris was smiling.

Massie braced herself. "Don't do this, Chris."

"I'm not going to kill you, bitch," said Chris. By now he was even with Derrick and was only a matter of feet away from Massie. "What would that do? No, I want you to have the most pain out of everyone I've killed."

"Put the gun down, Chris," eased Derrick.

"Because if you weren't such a fucking whore, Massie," Chris spat, "then your friends wouldn't be dead. You didn't have to bring them into the picture—"

"Don't listen to him, Mass!" shouted Derrick. "Don't let him get to you. It's not your fault!"

"—but you, being the selfish bitch you are—"

"Massie!" yelled Derrick. Her eyes darted back and forth between Derrick and Chris.

BANG!

Massie screamed and put her hands in front of her face. But instead of feeling a bullet, she saw the blood drain from Derrick's face, his eyes gone blank. His body crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood forming around his head wound.

Chris had shot him in the back of the head.

"—did." Chris grinned and blew the top of the smoking gun.

"What more do you want from me?" whispered Massie. She could hear the faint sounds of police sirens getting closer.

"I want nothing from you, you slut," chris said as he stepped so close to her that he was close to her ear.

"Just kill me," she pleaded.

"I'm not going to kill you," Chris spat. "I think you're going to have a great life, knowing that you ultimately caused your friends to die."

She remembered him turning the gun on himself last.