Shock

Miranda pushed the dark curls out of the guy's face and looked straight into the eyes of…….

David Gordon….Gordo….their best friend….no. Miranda screamed. Lizzie sighed and tears fell down her face. Miranda turned to her.

"It…it…" She choked, "It….was Gordo? Why didn't you tell me?" She began to cry. "Why….and how….and when…" Lizzie choked again and sighed and began her story.

"It was almost a year ago Miranda." She started. "Gordo and I went out ot buy you some ice cream when you got your tonsils out the 3rd week of school. We pulled up in the woods to talk….about us. We were dating at the time…and I was wondering if after 3 weeks he still felt the same. We were sitting on the mattress in the bed of his truck watching the sunset. He'd had a few beers…..I don't really know why…but then he got angry about something…and he…he." She choked again. "I didn't think much of it cause' he was drunk. But I got pregnant…you already heard that part. I didn't tell anyone anything." Lizzie hung her head.

"Why do you still hand around him then?" Miranda asked accusingly, Lizzie was ashamed.

"He didn't threaten me or anything. In fact he didn't remember anything from that night until I talked to him. He swore to me it wouldn't happen again." Lizzie looked at the unconscious figure half under the truck. "He's drunk tonight…he has no idea he's doing anything. For all Gordo knows he's at home sleeping. It's like…when Gordo gets drunk it's like he has an MPD…multiple personality disorder." Miranda gasped. "He doesn't remember anything that his 'drunk' personality does….if it weren't for me he wouldn't even be aware of it."

The two girls looked into each other's eyes and shared an understanding of what Lizzie meant. They put Gordo in the bed of the truck, with a great amount of heavy lifting and grunting. They laid him on the mattress and got in the truck. Lizzie was driving. "Lock the doors," She instructed yet again. They drove off into the night. An unbreakable silence hung over them like a heavy fog and neither one knew if they would be able to stop it.

They pulled up in front of the Gordon household. Lizzie told Miranda to wait for her in the truck. She got out and went to the bed of the truck. As she put her hand up to undo the latch on the truck she was hit with a wave of emotion. She was terrified that drunk Gordo would come out. She may have been brave and fearless but she still truly feared him with all her heart. Then she was sad that Miranda had hit Gordo, rendering him unconscious. She was happy he was out. She was wondering if Miranda would tell anyone….she was worried. She grabbed Gordo by the ankles and pulled him out of the truck and landed with a thud on the grass.

Oh god….She though….I killed him, we killed him. He groaned and she sighed with extreme relief. She lifted him up by the underarms and pulled him to the front porch, laying him there. She opened the door and rolled him to the couch and laid him on it. She wiped the sweat off her face and ran into the kitchen.

She downed a glass of water. Looking at Gordo color drained from her face. If he woke up and he was still drunk he'd be mad. He'd remember…he'd be mean…..he'd hurt her. She shrieked silently and rushed to the car. Miranda was sitting stock still in her seat. She was staring at the picture. How had she gotten it? Lizzie wondered. As if reading Lizzie's mind Miranda turned her headto er.

"I was looking for some kind of weapon in the glove compartment in your car, I found this. He doesn't know…." She sighed. "He needs help Liz, he needs serious help. What's gonna stop the drunk Gordo from doing that to someone else….from doing it to you again?" Her shoulders began to shake. "Lizzi…we were his friends….we….we…." She began sobbing uncontrollably. Lizzie climbed into the truck. They locked the doors and drove away.