I went to a party a few years ago & it got out of hand, and the guys started laying it on thick. I’ve been in some tough situations so by now i know that i need to call someone to pick me up. (i wasn’t allowed to drive the car since there was alcohol at the party) I called my brother and asked him to come get me. He said he and his friend Bryan would. When they came and got me, i was in tears freaking out. There was a guy at the party that didn’t get the word “No!” I pointed him out to my brother and he noticed the guy was drunk. (my brother being the sweet guy he is, said that he wouldn’t get in the other guy’s face because he was drunk. that he’d talk to him at school when he was sober)My brother walked me to the car and put me next to Bryan. The drunk guy yelled at Bryan. “hey! That’s my girl” (I still remember the last sentences he said..) “she’s not MY girl and she’s not YOURS either. It would be nice if you were though.” I smiled at the thought of us together…
He started the car and locked the doors. I put my seat belt on and so did my brother in the back. (Bryan didn’t) We were going down the road when these bright lights behind us got closer and closer.. You could tell Byran was getting mad, because it was making it hard for him to see.
I looked back just to see if i could see the car, when WHAM! it hit us. We all freaked. at first Bryan tried pulling over but it hit us again. WHAM! I yelled at my brother to get up front with us but he said he couldn’t. WHAM! we got hit again. We were just approaching the bridge back to our ranch when WHAM!
It seemed the back seat was getting smaller and my brother had blood around him. i started screaming. I remember reaching in my purse, but all of a sudden we were flipping. i was screaming so loud i could barely hear Bryan’s and my brother’s screams. Finally we lay on the side of the truck. I look around and noticed Bryan wasn’t in the truck. i looked in the back and noticed my brother still there. I yelled at him “CHRIS! CHRIS! SAY SOMETHING CHRIS.WHERE’S BRYAN??!!” he mumbled something and got his phone out of his pants. he called for the police. It seemed like an eternity until they got there and got us out. We asked where Bryan was. The lady cop couldn’t even look me in the eyes.
A few days after we got out of the hospital, (Chris in a wheel chair and my arm in a cast) went to Bryan’s funeral. He died at 19. i was 17 and my brother was 19 when it happened. I’m now 19 and think of it often.
The police did get the guy that did it. Remember the guy from the party? His name is Eric, and he’s surviving life in prison.
R.I.P Bryan B. I’ll miss you and love you always.