Chapter 6: The Video She Tried to Erase
The phone went silent.
For three seconds, I stared at the screen.
Four seconds.
Five.
Then I called Daniel back.
No answer.
I called again.
Still nothing.
My father stood up immediately.
“Emily, what did he say?””
I looked at my parents.
My hands were shaking.
“He found the video.””
My mother’s face changed.
“What video?””
“The accident.””
The room became painfully quiet.
For years, I had believed my accident was just that.
An accident.
A terrible moment of bad luck.
A road.
A storm.
A mistake.
But now every memory I had was being rewritten.
My sister knew something.
My sister hid something.
And my sister had spent three years letting me believe I was the only person whose life had been destroyed that night.
My father grabbed his keys.
“We’re going to Daniel.””
“No.””
I stood.
They both looked at me.
“I need to know the truth first.””
My mother stepped toward me.
“Emily—”
“I spent three years living with a version of the truth that everyone else created for me.””
My voice cracked.
“I deserve to see what happened.””
An hour later, Daniel finally called.
I answered immediately.
“Where are you?””
His breathing was heavy.
“Back at the resort.””
My stomach dropped.
“Why?””
“Because the hotel manager contacted me.””
My father leaned closer.
“What did they say?””
Daniel paused.
“They found archived security footage.””
My heart started racing.
“And?””
“I watched it.””
I gripped my phone.
“What did you see?””
Another pause.
Then Daniel said:
“Emily, you need to prepare yourself.””
I closed my eyes.
“Just tell me.””
His voice became quieter.
“Vanessa wasn’t just following behind your car.””
The room felt smaller.
“She was chasing you.””
I couldn’t speak.
“What?””
“She was driving fast. She was angry.””
My father grabbed the edge of the table.
“Why?””
Daniel exhaled.
“Because the footage has audio.””
Audio.
A word that somehow felt more terrifying than the video itself.
“What did she say?””
Daniel didn’t answer.
“Daniel.””
Finally, he whispered:
“She was yelling your name.””
My chest tightened.
“What was she saying?””
A long silence.
Then:
“She said, ‘You always ruin everything.’”
I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
My sister.
My sister was angry at me before the crash.
Not after.
Before.
“Where are you?”” I asked.
“I’m sending you the video.””
My phone buzzed seconds later.
A file appeared.
Three years of questions.
Three years of pain.
Three years of wondering why my life changed so suddenly.
My finger hovered over the screen.
I didn’t want to watch it.
But I needed to.
I pressed play.
The video was blurry.
Nighttime.
Rain falling across the road.
My car appeared.
Then Vanessa’s.
Her vehicle followed closely behind.
Too closely.
My breathing became shallow.
Then the audio started.
Static.
Rain.
Then her voice.
“She always gets everything.””
I froze.
Vanessa.
“She gets the attention. She gets everyone feeling sorry for her.””
A few seconds passed.
Then:
“I’m tired of being the invisible one.””
My eyes filled with tears.
Because I remembered that night.
I remembered calling Vanessa before the crash.
I remembered telling her I had finally gotten accepted into a program I wanted.
Something I had worked years for.
Something I was proud of.
She had sounded happy.
Or at least I thought she had.
The video continued.
Her car moved closer.
“She thinks she’s better than me.””
Then the impact happened.
The screen shook.
The audio cut.
I stopped breathing.
My father covered his mouth.
My mother began crying.
Because we all saw it.
The truth.
Not everything was intentional.
But everything was her fault.
She had been angry.
Distracted.
Reckless.
And then she lied.
I watched the rest of the footage.
After the crash, Vanessa ran toward my car.
She screamed my name.
She cried.
She held my hand.
She looked like a devastated sister.
The perfect performance.
Except now I knew.
She wasn’t just mourning.
She was covering.
My phone rang.
Vanessa.
I stared at her name.
My mother whispered:
“Don’t answer.””
But I did.
“Hello?””
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Vanessa said:
“You saw it.””
I felt cold.
“How do you know?””
“Daniel.””
Her voice was different.
No anger.
No confidence.
Fear.
“You don’t understand.””
I laughed quietly.
“I understand more than I ever have.””
“Emily, please.””
“Please?””
My voice shook.
“You let me believe I almost died because of a storm.””
“I was scared.””
“You destroyed my life.””
“I made one mistake.””
I closed my eyes.
“One mistake?””
My voice became sharper.
“You watched me learn how to use one arm.””
Silence.
“You watched me cry because I couldn’t do basic things.””
“Emily—”
“And you still let me thank you for being there.””
She started crying.
“I was afraid.””
“No.””
I swallowed.
“You were protecting yourself.””
Her voice lowered.
“You don’t know what will happen if this comes out.””
There it was.
The truth.
Not guilt.
Fear.
“You’re worried about yourself.””
“Emily, listen to me.””
“No.””
I looked at the video playing on my phone.
“You listen.””
I had spent three years trying to forgive someone who never asked for forgiveness.
“I’m done carrying your secret.””
Then Vanessa said something that made my blood freeze.
“Before you expose me, you should know something.””
“What?””
A pause.
“Daniel doesn’t know everything.””
I frowned.
“What does that mean?””
Her voice trembled.
“There’s another reason I deleted the footage.””
The call ended.
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And for the first time in three years…
I wondered if the crash had a victim besides me.
