Before you read this chapter, I'm sorry if it's inaccurate. I'm 12. I've never gotten pulled over.
Jared's POV:
I need to apologize. I'm a horrible frien- family friend.
Nice save.
"IT'S NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!!" I screamed out loud. I don't care who hears me, I'm driving anyways. I bet someone would think I'm yelling at someone on the phone anyways.
Ok whatever.
I just ignored the voice, whipping a u-turn to get to Evans house.
I sped down the road, trying to go Sanic fast. Never mind. This is a bad time for meme references.
Shit. I see police lights behind me. I also hear sirens. I immediately pulled over to the side of the road and got out of my car, putting my hands up. My heart rate was through the roof right now.
"Sir, calm down." The cop said, stepping out of the car. "Do you realize that you were going 73 miles per hour on a road with a 50 speed limit?" Oh god that's fast. "I'm very sorry officer. My boyf- My friend was in danger and I wanted to get to him as fast as possible." I don't know why I slipped up so badly on my words.
Did you just...
Yes.
"You're going to have to give me your full name and home address." He said, walking up to me with a small note pad. I watched as he tapped the back of my car. I'm not sure why, but he did. "Jared Lee Kleinman. I live at 420 East Pine Avenue." (I'm very sorry for that address lmao) He jotted down something in his notebook.
"And your license?" He said, not looking up, but holding a hand out. I pulled the small piece of plastic and placed it in his outstretched hand. He looked at it, the back at me, then back at it, then back at me. "You're 17?!" He almost laughed. Actually, he was laughing at me.
"What?" I'm so confused- "You're just- You look very young." Oh. It's because I'm short. "Yeah...my hight isn't that accurate to how old I am-" I mumbled.
"So you said your boyfriend was in danger?" He changed the topic. I blushed at even just the word. Boyfriend. "Well not in like, bad danger. He's a danger to himself." The policeman looked at me, concern glazing his eyes. "Are you implying that he could possibly commit suicide?"
"WHAT NO-" I felt tears well in my eyes. What if he actually did...? What if he's dead?! "I-I JUST MEANT THAT... He.. He has anxiety. He could bring himself into a panic attack easily." I took a deep breath before continuing.
I don't think this'll make any sense, but.. "And...we got into an argument and I called him by his first name...his first name is his dad's name and his dad left and- I...I fucked up.." My voice cracked.
I hugged myself tightly, my nails digging into my arms. I felt tears pour out of my eyes. "He needs me..and I need him...." I whimpered out.
"Is he accompanied by anyone right now?" He looked back at me. I'd normally avoid eye contact, but that would seem suspicious. So I looked him right in the eyes as I spoke. "No. Not that I know of." I shook my head, wiping tears off of my cheeks.
He handed my license back. "Ok. I'm going to let you go, just this once. But keep in mind, I'm being nice. Not everyone will let you go this easily." I was astonished. "No ticket or like, jail time?! No nothing?!" I was speeding pretty fast. He shouldn't let me go this easily.
"Yup. Have a good day Sir. Be sure to stay the speed limit next time though. Now go take care of your boyfriend." He got back in his car.
I thought that I was getting arrested today-
You over reacted. Not everything is going to be as bad as you think.
Yeah.. I did over react.
I got back into my car, buckling my seatbelt and re-starting my car. I just remembered. My phone for emergencies. It was my old used phone from when I was 13, then screen was almost completely shattered.
"Siri? Call Family Friend aka the adorable kid I need to hang out with."
Your contacts were weird, even back then.
You're weird.
Shut.
I heard my phone dial. I started counting the seconds.
Ten seconds have gone by.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
And it hung up.
"Hey. If I didn't answer I uh- I'm probably in school. I could be sleeping right now, too. So...leave a message I guess?" I heard Evans voice mail say. I almost never heard this. He always picks up the phone.
I heard a beep, indicating that I could talk. "Evan. Are you ok? I'm on my way there, weather you like it or not. I'd apologize right now but...I'm about to apologize when I get there. I'll see you in a few. Stay safe." Then I sent it.
He'll probably never check this. He's probably just sitting where I was, watching tv or something. But yet, I drove to his house at the exact speed limit, trying not to waste any time.
After a few minutes of me driving, I finally got to his house. I drove into his driveway, quickly putting it in park and shutting it off.
I sprinted up to the door, knocking on it. No response. "IF YOU DON'T ANSWER I'M OPENING THE DOOR AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME." I sound pathetic. My voice cracked almost ten times.
Still no response. I opened the door. I would at least assume he locked it. But no, it just opened right up. I chased inside, walking through the small corridor you need to walk through to get to any of the rooms.
"Evan?!" I shouted, a little less loud than earlier. I turned the corner, seeing my cereal still balancing on the couch. No Evan... I walked into the kitchen.
"EVAN!!" I shrieked out. Oh god. Oh god this is horrible. He's covered in blood. There's blood all over the floor. His arms...
I kneeled down next to him, silently panicking. "What happened, Evan?" I tried to keep my tone light, but it had almost the opposite affect. I don't know why, but I was almost expecting a response.
He also had a gash on the back of his head, I'm assuming that he passed out after...well...
I cradled Evan in my arms, bawling. I need to call someone. 911? No... No not 911. Heidi? Worth a shot.
I slowly lowered Evan to the ground, running upstairs. My phone is up there.
I grabbed my phone, quickly going to my contacts and clicking "Heidi aka Evans mom".
She answered almost as soon as it starting ringing. "Jared? Evan called me earlier. What happened?" She answered with. "Heidi please please, if there's any way you can come home, then please come home... I fucked up. I fucked up so badly." I sobbed out. It's been a few years sense we've had a full conversation, and I don't think she's ever heard me say 'fuck' before this moment.
"Woah woah woah. Slow down. Tell me what happened." She had a bit of rush in her tone, but I could tell she was trying to keep calm. "Evan he...I don't know why..." It was nearly impossible to get words out, let alone form a sentence.
"He...he...I think he s-slit...he just...he cut himself...badly..." The other line went silent. "Wh...what..?" Her voice was below a whisper, fragile and quiet. "What did you do?!" She said accusingly. "I-I didn't do anything-" I've never seen, or heard this side of her. It's almost threatening.
"Yes you did. I know that you did. Evan called me earlier. He was sobbing so hard. This is all your fault! I know it is!" She put emphasis on Evans name. I knew what I did. But it was hard to believe that I actually did it. "I know..I know....I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW!!" I practically screamed.
Did I do this?! My best friend sense I was 6...is gonna die...all because of me.. "WE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER ON THIS OK?!" At this point, I was determined to help Evan. I do realize that I've been a dick to him over the years, but I know when I need to help.
"Ok...I'm sorry. This is...you can drive, right?" She lowered her voice. "Yes."
"Drive him here. To the hospital. Now."