Come on, answer.

Elsa paced around her room, phone to her ear.

God fucking dammit answer the phone.

"Hello?" Olaf said in a gruff voice.

"Olaf!" Elsa said. She didn't say anything else since she didn't know what else she should say.

"Yes?" Olaf asked, perplexed.

"Ok, you know that guy that we-"

Elsa cut herself off. She noticed that her door was open.

"Hang on," she said. She ran and closed the door.

"Alright, you know that guy that we took out to the-"

"Yea, yea, I know," Olaf said, cutting her off.

"Right," Elsa said, now realizing the potential danger of saying everything over the phone. "Well, anyway, that was Westergard's kid."

"Who the hell is Westergard?"

"The psychologist I went to with Anna on Thursday?"

"Oh, right," Olaf said. He paused before realizing what Elsa meant. "Wait, you mean to tell me that we took that guy's kid out to the desert and-"

"Yea, yea, yea," Elsa said.

"Right," Olaf said, mildly embarrassed.

The two went silent for a moment.

"Oh, Elsa, this is bad," Olaf said. "This is really bad. What're we gonna do?"

"I don't know," Elsa said. "I don't really want to talk about it over the phone, though."

"Yeah, good idea," Olaf said. He stopped to think briefly. "How bout we meet in the parking lot for Von's or something?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Elsa said. "Meet me there in fifteen or something."

The two exchanged goodbyes and Elsa ended the call. She then dressed herself and made her way downstairs. She went into the kitchen to grab a snack for the road and found an unopened box of granola bars.

Eh, I'll just take the whole thing. Maybe Olaf'll want one or something.

So the girl grabbed the unopened box and made her way out to her car. She opened the door, threw the box of granola bars into the passenger's seat, and started the car. She then reached behind the passenger seat to pull herself into position to back the car up. She turned her head to look out the rear window when she caught a glimpse of John's backpack. She had forgotten about it since the previous night.

A feeling of guilt swept over the girl, try as she might to ignore it.

We left him out to die last night and here I am just carrying on with my life like nothing even happened… Hell, I still haven't even told Olaf I'm out yet.

She reversed out of the driveway and went to meet Olaf.

"We have to go back and get him."

"No no no no no, that's just not an option."

"B- but… We can't just let him die! Or at least I can't!"

Olaf sighed. "Elsa, you can't let your emotions get the better of you like this," he said.

"Jesus, Olaf, you're acting like this isn't even a big deal!" Elsa said, appalled. "We're not talking about deciding what haircut to get or something, we're talking about someone's life here!"

At this point, Olaf, who had been leaning against Elsa's car, turned to face the girl, who was pacing around a few metres away. "Yeah, Elsa," he said, somewhat angrily, "we're deciding between our lives and his life. Note how 'lives' is plural and 'life' isn't. Two versus one, not to mention that the two in this equation just so happens to be us."

"Oh, come on, our lives wouldn't be over if we just brought him back here!" Elsa said, hopelessly trying to find a way to keep John alive.

"God, Elsa, what the hell do you think would happen?" Olaf asked. "The first fucking thing he'd do is tell everyone that we were the ones that beat him and took him out to the desert and left him to die! It just wouldn't work!"

Elsa couldn't argue with Olaf anymore. She knew he was right.

"Now," Olaf said, calmer. "Are you still in or what?"

"I don't know," Elsa said. "I need time."

"Well you don't really have that so you might wanna make up your mind pretty quick here," Olaf said.

"Yeah, whatever," Elsa said. She then made her way to the driver's side door of her car, got in, and started the car without a word.

"Hey!" Olaf said. He stood up from his position against Elsa's car. "What are you doing?"

Shortly after the boy moved away from Her car, Elsa took off.

"Hey!" Olaf yelled after her. "Fucking great," he said to himself as he ran to his own car. He got in, started the engine, and took off after Elsa.

Olaf initially didn't know exactly where the blonde had went, but he was pretty sure she had gone off to free John. Twenty minutes later, as he pursued the blonde through the winding mountain road that served as an alternative to taking the freeway, he was certain that was exactly what she had intended to do.

It was a miracle he had seen the girl turn off onto the road they were on now, for if he hadn't she surely would've gotten to John long before he did, as the freeway route Olaf had originally planned to take was nearly twenty miles longer.

Now within only a few hundred feet of Elsa, Olaf knew he had to stop Elsa from making it to John and releasing him. Doing so had so far proved to be much more difficult than he had originally anticipated. Both Olaf and Elsa were driving as fast as possible, Olaf to catch Elsa, and Elsa to get away from Olaf. They were consistently driving at 30 miles per hour or more over the speed limit and were doing so on a road almost always bordered on one side by a sheer 300 foot drop. One false move could kill them both.

Meanwhile, Elsa was determined to get to John. She wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do with him yet, though. Even though she wanted to, she knew she couldn't bring him back.

Instead of working through what she was going to do with the boy, though, she was currently trying to outrun Olaf. Her car wasn't particularly sporty but she did have some experience driving go karts and she was still just out of reach of Olaf.

Suddenly, though, Olaf started gaining ground on her. As they both entered a corner he moved into the lane of oncoming traffic and pulled along side Elsa. Elsa, heart racing, looked over to Olaf to see him trying to yell something at her.

She looked back at the road to see herself aiming off a cliff. She skidded hard and turned left, straight into Olaf. Olaf's car went up the side of the mountain on the left of the road and flipped over, almost landing on top of Elsa's car. Elsa's car continued to slide in the same direction as before even though she had turned the car to face the mountain. Olaf's car also slid across the pavement, but on its roof instead of its tires. Both cars were headed off the cliff.

As Elsa's car left the ground the girl let go of the steering wheel to wrap her arms around her face. The car flipped over and landed on its roof about twenty feet down the hill before it started to roll. Olaf's car wedged itself against Elsa's and slid down the mountain.

Both Olaf and Elsa thought they were going to die, but once the two cars stopped at the bottom of the hill they were both still alive and relatively uninjured save for some bad cuts and bruises.

Elsa's car had landed on the right side, Olaf's on the roof. Both fell out of their seats when they managed to unbuckle their seatbelts.

Olaf was the first to get out of his car. Once he got a view of where the two had ended up he determined why they were still alive: their cars had come to a stop on a landing only about forty feet down the hill. He stumbled over towards the edge of the landing to see that had they been going much faster they would've plummeted around four hundred feet.

Elsa got out of her car shortly after Olaf. Immediately she collapsed onto the ground and cried.

"Hey!" Olaf yelled. "You alright?"

Elsa only continued crying.

Olaf simply sighed and made his way over to the distraught girl. He sat down next to her and did his best to comfort her.

Though they had different ways of expressing their emotions, Olaf and Elsa felt the same things. They both felt guilt, sorrow, regret, and hopelessness. Both felt they were responsible for what had happened, and both had one question on their mind:

Now what?

A/N Hey guys, hope you all are keeping it together with finals and everything. I'm sure as hell having a hard time. Anyway, this chapter didn't turn out as good as I had originally planned but I just really wanted to get it over with so I can focus on school for the rest of the week. That said, I'm not entirely sure whether or not I'll be able to update next week because that's finals week for me so, you know... I'll try my best to do so but I'm not making any promises. And, yeah, I know this is supposed to be about meth and here we are 25,000 words into it with no meth yet but trust me it's gonna get there eventually. I just don't think Elsa is desperate enough to turn to cooking meth yet... Oh, and one last thing, I added this to sparkatale so if any of you saw it there and thought someone stole my story, don't worry, I did that.

Happy reading,

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