A warm evening in late august. Caroline was on her way home from a party. A party she probably never should have gone to to begin with. Her head was spinning was from beer, and the weed. She had forgotten to eat before she went.

The party was to celebrate the end of senior year. All of her friends and classmates were there. Dakota hosted it, as usual, at his parents beach house. It was remotely located on the Carolina coast. No other homes within miles.

So where was Caroline walking too if it’s such a desolate location? She was walking to clear her mind from an argument she got into with her boyfriends best-friend Derrick.

She was coming up between the dunes behind the house heading out to the beach front when she heard someone hollering behind her, “hey bitch! Where are you going?” Caroline shuttered. She knew that voice so well from the argument just a few minutes ago. She peeked back to see Derrick running to catch up with her. “Leave me alone Derrick, your drunk and high. I don’t wanna talk to you.” At this point Derrick had caught up to her. Being the star of the track team had its perks for him.

He grabbed Caroline by the wrist and pulled hard on her. Spinning her back towards him.

“Let me go, you prick!” She hollered trying to snatch her wrist out of derricks grasp. Instead he squeezed tighter, pulling her to him. She started wailing on him. Beating him the best she could. But it wasn’t to any success. Sure she got in a few good punches. But Caroline was petite, 5’ and not much muscle. Derrick was 6’2 and toned from the hours he spent working out. He jerked both of Caroline’s hands and pulled them behind her back. He moved closer to her ear and said “if you yell, I’ll kill you bitch.” Caroline was officially terrified of Derrick in this moment. She whimpered and tried to shake herself loose. This only caused Derrick to grab her tighter. He starts pushing her forward to the grassy covered dune. He ended up pushing her hard enough that she and him both fell. She struck a rock that was nearby, meant to stop and warn people about walking up to the dunes. They’re sacred in the Carolina’s. Instead, Caroline struck the back of her head, in the soft spot. As they both laid on the ground Derrick shifted his weight to get up, and he realized Caroline was out cold. He could see the blood pooling around her head. And she wasn’t moving. Freaked out over the idea that he might have actually killed her he ran off, back to the beach house. And continued to party as if nothing happened outside. When people find her they will probably assume she fell because she was so drunk and high.