Drifting
The night it all fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. had been sitting on his balcony sipping tea as he watched the cars blaze past on the bridge below him. The lights of the bridge and the cars, the noise. He had loved every part of it. He had felt calm.
The night it all fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. had heard police sirens. He had watched as 5 cop cars chased something across the bridge. Barty had leaned further over his balcony to catch a glimpse of the car. He had seen the outline of it, it looked familiar. It looked almost like-
The night it all fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr.’s phone had rang. He had picked up immediately. From the other side came an agonized scream that melted into sobs and when the voice on the other end had realized Barty had picked up, it dissolved into wet manic laughter.
The night it all fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. had dropped his phone.
“Bartyyyyyyy,” A singsong voice called out. “I know you're theree.” More laughter.
“Guess where I ammmm?” The engines in the background were enough to answer. “Aw, what's wrong?”
“What- What are you-” Barty had started.
“I'm coming to get you,” The voice snapped. “Don't you know how much I love you?” It whined before the laughter had started again.
“No. No, stop it.” Barty had said firmly.
“You scared? You scared of me? I was never scared of you. I never fucking was.” Sobs restarted.
“Pull over. Pull over right now. I don't know if you're drunk or high or what but you need to pull over.”
“NO. Be outside in 10 minutes.” The call had disconnected on a scream.
The night it all fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. packed a bag and ran down to his car. He had pulled out of his driveway and waited. He had waited. He had waited until sirens were close and a car zoomed down his street. Barty had rushed to catch up with it. The other car going insanely fast, but Barty’s car could match it. The cops werent too far behind.
The Bridge.
They barreled down to the bridge.
The night everything fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. was coming up on a curve in the road. He had thrown the car into second gear and revved the engine up to 3,000 RPM. He had spun his wheel with the curve. He had pressed hard on the gas as his wheels lost traction. Barty snapped the wheel in the other direction, and suddenly hit the breaks. His head slammed into his steering wheel, but his car was stopped. His car was stopped diagonally across the road, acting as a border between the cops and the car that had already sped into the distance, believing Barty was behind him.
The night everything fell apart, Barty Crouch Jr. had jumped out his car and ran as fast as he could thinking they were both safe, both going to be okay. It would pass.
The morning after, an article was posted about the death of Evan Rosier, and later that day of a suicide, a man jumping off of a bridge.