Do All Rockstars Go To Hell?, chapter 6

***Chris' POV***

We walked down the street a little more, passing a coffee shop, a Guitar Center, and a DMV. Traffic was still heavy. "Why the hell are there so many cars?"I asked,"Rush hour's over." "I don't know,"Emily said,"I know, this is weird."

I saw police cars up ahead. And an ambulance. And a fire truck. "There's your answer," I said, "Carwreck."
"I wonder who's in it."
"Probablly some drunk."
"Probablly."

We walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, as the sound of sirens got louder. It sounded about five police cars, five ambulances, and two fire trucks. "Jeez," I said, "Must be pretty bad." Emily nodded.

We got closer and closer. I could make out three cars. Basically one on top of the other. Then we were right next to it. "Hang on," I said, stopping Emily from walking on any more," I want to check this out."

People were everywhere. There was a little girl on a stretcher getting into an ambulance. There was a teenaged boy and his father standing off to the side. Then I saw it. A blue 1970 Voltzwagon Beetle. "Oh shit," I whispered, "Please don't be it." But it was. Julia's car.

I stood on my toes to try and see over the cars. I searched by the ambulances. Then I saw her. She was being taken away in a stretcher. Her face was covered in blood.

I looked at Emily. Her mouth was open. A tear ran down her cheek. "Oh my God," she mouthed.
"Come on," I said grabbing her hand. We zig-zagged out way through the countless cars blocking the way.

We ran into a police officer. "You can't come in here," he said, putting an arm in front of us.
"But that's my sister!" I yelled, pointing to Julia.
"I don't believe you."
"Fuck why?!"
"Hey! Watch your language!"
"Make me! Now let me see my sister!"
"I can't let you do that, son."
"Why the hell won't you believe me?!"
"I just don't."
"Why?! Is it the way I look? All because I look like this doesn't make me a bad person, fucker!"
"I said watch your language!"
"Just ask her! She'll tell you!"
"She can't talk!"
"Why?!"
"She's unconscious!"

I looked at him. Hate filled me.
"Who did this?!"
"Those guys."

He pointed to the man and his son talking to the police. "You," I said running towards them,"You did this to her! You bastard!" The cop grabbed my arm before I could get any closer and through me into one of the police cars. "No!" I yelled. Emily stood outside the window looking shocked.

Before I realized what had just happened, I was behind bars.