Keeping Secrets

So I guess this is how I should start about what happened the night Ricki was killed.. Well, me and her had just left Shea's party. It was Friday night around 11:00 pm. It was actually really warm for an April night. I mean, we do live in Florida, but still. It was 73 degrees. We both had on Abercrombie jean shorts that Ricki bought for us at the mall and identical purple Hollister shirts. The only difference is that I had sneakers and she had flip flops. We rounded the corner by Shea's house and heard tires squeal. This wasn't usual for our city, I mean, it was Miami. I saw a red camaro turn the corner and drive by. I was to busy trying to keep Ricki, who was totally wasted, from falling over, to notice the red camaro turn around and pull up next to us. "What are these beautiful young ladies doing on a street in Miami so late at night without someone with them? Something could happen. Want a ride? I won't hurt you! I promise!" the man said with a sly grin. The little voice inside my head said "Run, Kylie, run! And don't stop for your life." But it's not like I listened. I reached for the door handle and pulled it open. "Yeah, sure," I said, smiling. I climbed into the back, pulling Ricki in with me. "Great," said the man, flooring it..