short story help?

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what do you guys think? is it moving too fast? tell me what you want to know more about. i need to make sure i am getting the reader to wonder the correct things.

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Today was nothing but sadness. The rain poured down as I drove, but the sound of the drops hitting the windshield didn’t drain out the sound of Erica’s sobbing. As I pulled into a parking spot, I realized that I never got to know Cameron and immediately felt regret. I looked over at Erica and said, “Are you ready?” She said nothing; she just nodded and slowly got out of the car without grabbing her umbrella from the floorboard.

I was only here to give Erica moral support. I had heard Cameron was a nice guy, and was always more than willing to help anyone in a time of need. I’ll never know if this was true. Erica paused in the doorway of the church. She had a blank stare on her face. I put my arm around her but she pulled away. In that moment, she lost it. She had spotted Chad and began to yell, “This is your entire fault, Chad! If it wasn’t for you, Cameron would still be here. It should’ve been you!”

I pulled Erica away from the doorway and into the church further. I forced her into a seat next to Cameron’s mother, who was also a mess. I began to walk towards Chad and put my hand on my chest, as if to tell him not to move any closer. “Leave her alone, Chad,” I said. “I know it wasn’t your fault. We all do. Erica is just upset.”

“It wasn’t my fault, Madi. It was the other driver! They came into our lane, I swear,” Chad said with a shaky voice. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him, even though I couldn’t stand him.

For the record, I hate Chad Strawbridge. He’s not type of guy I ever wanted to fall in love with, let alone have contact with. Don’t ask me why I dated him because sometimes not even I am entirely sure of the reason. He had his good qualities. For instance, that little squeak he made when I kissed his cheek and the way his goofy humor lightened up the mood at any given time. However, I knew that cute quirks didn’t change the fact that Chad Strawbridge was an asshole.

I remember once we were out to dinner with his family for his birthday. He had been acting pretty hostile towards his little sister. I didn’t find it attractive for him, a twenty-one year old “man” to be bossing around a small thirteen year old girl. I asked him why he had to be so mean to her. I will never forget what he said to get even with me for sticking up for his poor little sister. You see, around two and a half years prior this time I had struggled with anorexia. It was only a month of my life but I had come to terms with it, and had even felt comfortable enough to tell Chad this about myself. I didn’t eat any of the appetizers because I’m not a big fan of calamari. His mother asked me why I didn’t want to eat anything, but before I could answer Chad popped in with his own. “Oh well, she’s like anorexic. She never eats,” Chad said to his family. I was shocked. I trusted him; I never thought he would use such things against me. His family laughed it off as if they thought he was kidding. He turned to me and said, “If you’re going to play dirty, so am I.” That was over a year ago.

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