A Cruel Trick

He'd just gotten off the phone with his girlfriends mother. Sam had gone to a party with her friends the night before and on the way home their car had been hit by a drunk driver. Sam and her friend Erica had both died instantly, including the male who was driving the other vehicle. Caleb couldn't comprehend what Sam's mom had been saying though a tight throat. At first he had thought she was playing a cruel trick on him as payback for him dating Sam, but when he heard her start to cry, he knew what she was saying was real. Numbness had immediately washed over Caleb’s form, his body going ridge as he said his quick goodbyes and sat himself down on the bed, where he continued to sit.

He couldn't believe that Sam was really gone; she'd just been talking to him the day before, telling him of the exact same party she'd died from leaving. Caleb cursed the male who had been driving the damn car and if the male wasn’t already dead, Caleb would have gone out and searched high and low to find the bastard and give him exactly what he deserved; a bullet to the head. His mother always hated Caleb owning a gun, but he was 19 now and there wasn't much she could do to change his views on life. In his eyes, the world they lived it would fuck them over in the long run and eventually he'd need the gun for protection or he'd be found in a body bag.

Sighing, Caleb ran a hand over his short hair, his eyes misty as he continued to think of Sam and cherishing his last memory with her. They'd spent New Year's together; only a few days prior to him leaving for his trip, laughing and having a good time with friends at her place. Drinking and acting stupid. Excited about the coming New Year and all the possibilities it would hold for them all. Except now Sam didn't have anymore possibilities. She had no more concerns, no more worries or regrets. No more hatred, sadness, guilt. Sam was dead. Cold and forever frozen. Caleb's eyes drifted to his side table where he kept his gun, the bullets between his mattresses just incase his little brother wound up finding it he wouldn't end up getting hurt.

Slowly standing, Caleb twisted his body and headed for his side table, opening the door and pulling out the cold metal. Eyeing it, he stared at the weapon, not really thinking of anything at the moment but merely visualizing Sam's pretty face in his minds eye. Kneeling, Caleb slipped his hand between his mattress and box spring, pulling out the bullets to his gun and then loading and cocking it.