"Police, open up." She couldn't call her dad because he died before she was born. She couldn't call her mother because she was out. She certainly couldn't call her brother because he always got angry when people woke him up.
"Mom not here?"
"Open the door"
"I can't reach the door?"
"Who's with you"
"Brother doesn't like when I wake him up, but I will try" She climbed the stairs and turn to his bedroom door. She knocked as hard as she could.
He pulled off his headphones and slammed the door open and he yelled "What!"
"Sowwy. Thewe is a man at the doow. He says he's the Police."
"Police?"
"Yes." He picked her up and brought her down the stairs. The frown on his face told her that there was something wrong. He opened the door and stared blankly at the man.
"Hello sir, sorry it took us a while."
"That's okay, son. I looked over your mother's files and it says your father died 4 years ago"
"Yes, that's correct. A car accident before my sister was born on his way back from the state finals. Is there something wrong?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this after what you have just told me. There was an accident 3 streets down and the car sets itself on fire."
"Okay?" Her heartbeat raised, her brother was shaking like he knew what was coming next.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.