Opposites Attract

Chapter Five: Dead

Scar had crawled through a window in the bathroom. She was walking home now. She had taken the long way so that Harper couldn't find her.

'I can't believe Harper right now...' It was getting cold. Scar crossed her arms and shivered.

The sun was setting fast. Scar still had a long ways to get home. She pulled out her phone and called Rosy. No answer.

"Mom..." Scar whispered to herself. She called Eleanor. No answer.

Scar kept walking, a cold wind blowing into her face. Her teeth chartered as she pushed on.

Her body was numb. She couldn't feel her fingers, nose, or feet.

Fifteen minutes later, Scar heard a car. She turned around as it stopped next to her. Drew got out.

"Scar? Is that you?" He said. Scar nodded. "Come on. I'll take you home."

"Y-y-you...D-don't have t-to..." Scar said. Drew shook his head.

"Yes I do. It's to late and to cold for you to be out here alone. Let me drive you home." Drew came over to Scar and gently helped her into the passenger seat.

Scar felt the heater blow into her face, warming her. She sighed with relief. Drew got into the drivers seat and started driving down the road.

"What's your address?" Drew asked. Scar told him. "That's far from here. Did you get lost?"

"No..." Scar said. She put her hands in the warm air.

"Hey...I'm sorry for what happened and-"

"It wasn't your fault..." Scar snapped. interrupting him. She didn't want to hear an apology from him, she wanted to hear one from Harper.

"Yet I feel like it is. I'm the one who made things awkward by-"

"Drew! It isn't your fault!" Scar said raising her voice. "We both know Harper should never had done that!"

Scar watched as Drew cringed. He looked uncomfortable.

"Drew..." Scar looked at him, suddenly feeling regret. "What's-"

The radio cracked to life. "We have a wreck on south 45th street. It appears to be a Dodge truck and there's a teenager inside." Drew turned it up.

"Where's 45th street?" Drew asked. His body was tense.

"Turn right. Why?" Scar asked.

"Nothing..." Drew mumbled. 'Please don't let it be George...Please don't let it be George!' He thought to himself.

Drew turned right and he could see the red, white, and blue lights of emergency vehicles. His heart pounded as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

Drew stopped the car and got out. He walked over to the emergency vehicles. Scar could see the flat bed of a white truck.

Scar rolled down her window. "Drew?" Scar sounded scared and concerned. "What are you doing?"

Scar watch as Drew got on the ground and try to climb down. Two policeman grabbed him and pulled him away from the edge.

"Stay back, sir. We don't need civilians around." A policeman said holding him in place.

"That's my brother!" Drew shouted, feeling tears burn his eyes. "He needs help!"

Scar gasped. She felt a sudden wave of sadness wash over her.

"He's dead..." The other policeman said. Drew's face visibly flushed. He swayed on his feet.

"D-d-dead?"