Chapter 4
At ten am the next morning Emery had just gotten out of the shower. Walking from the bathroom to her room in just a towel she had to go through the entry way of her house. Normally her new house was empty besides her family but when she walked out of the bathroom this morning she froze when she saw her mother talking to Scar.
“Oh honey, your friend Scarlett is here.” Emery’s mom smiled sweetly.
“Um, yeah I can see that!” Emery was petrified, “Uh, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I said we were hanging out so I came to get you to hang out. That’s kinda how these things work.” Scar smirked, stifling her laughter.
“Sweetie, I think you should put clothes on if you are going to go out,” Emery’s mom whispered to Emery but she was loud enough that Scar heard. Scar broke out grinning and Emery’s blush deepened.
“Mom,” Emery’s face erupted in a look of even more shock and horror. She hurried off to go get changed. Emery wondered how her mom could embarrass her like that. And why was Scar here this early? She could have at least texted Emery first. While Emery changed and hurried to do her hair Scar made idle chit chat with Emery’s mother.
“So Mrs. Lawrence,”
“Please, call Liz,” Emery’s mom smiled.
“So Liz, what do you do for a living?” Scar asked politely, secretly hoping that Emery would come and save her from this God awful conversation. What could be more boring than polite conversing?
Emery came back from her room about a half an hour later. She was now dressed, hair straightened, make up on, but still slightly flustered.
“When are you girls going to be back?” Liz asked.
“Mom, we will be back later,” Emery whined and dragged Scar out of the house. Once they were in the truck Emery almost exploded.
“What the hell? Who comes to a person’s house without any forewarning before noon?” Emery climbed into the passenger seat of Scar’s bright blue pick-up truck.
“Well I do,” Scar said without missing a beat.
“I mean seriously,” Emery continued, not amused by Scar’s little joke, “What is wrong with you?”
“I actually do have some sociopathic tendencies, some people would argue that it was due to me being a second child and wanting as much parental attention as my brother while others would say it’s because of a hormonal defect.” Scar kept a straight face and stared back at Emery who was now slack jawed. Scar nodded pleased with Emery’s response and started the truck.
“You are just… weird.” Emery said as they backed out of her drive way.
“Indeed I am, and you voluntarily climbed into The Truck with me. You have no idea where I intend to go. For all you know I could have just completed phase one of my elaborate kidnapping plan, because as I said earlier, there is a good chance I am a sociopath,” Scar smirked and started speeding down the neighborhood road. Emery grabbed the arm rest to retain her balance.
“Slow down,”
“Never,” Scar replied and in turn pressed the gas pedal down further.
“Whatever, but where are we going?” Emery was starting to question her judgment about getting into the truck.
“Ah, you see,” Scar slammed on the breaks to stop at a red light. A screeching sound filled the air as Emery flew forward in her seat, “That is the question, is it not?” The light flashed green and Scar sped off again, sending Emery hurtling backwards.
