The gun was right up against my head.
“P-please, Becca,” I said, stammering wildly. “You don’t have to do this. I won’t say anything. You can leave – right now – and I won’t tell them anything.”

“I can’t leave, though.” Becca strode to the window, poked her fingers through the curtains and scooped her hair back over her head, dragging blood through her blonde hair. As the cold barrel of the gun left my neck, shivers ran over my scalp.

“Why?”

Her laugh was cynical. “Let’s just say it’s not an option.” She looked me dead in the eyes. “There’s a police car right outside… Oh, God. I’m sorry Char, but I have to do this.” The gun was back between my eyes.

“I’ll – I’ll distract them, just please … please don’t kill me.”
Becca pressed her face right against my temple. “Would you? Even though…?” She waved vaguely to the body.
I brought my arms up around her neck and whispered in her ear, “I’ll never forget you.”

Before she could react, I pushed her through the curtained window.
“There’s always an option.”