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Chapter 8 - Bradies POV
Her soft hands ran through my hair as she pressed her lips to mine, we held on tightly to each other in a long, sweet, passionate embrace. I suddenly couldn’t breathe, she was pulled away from me.
“Sarah?!” I screamed, “Where are you!” A thick fog surrounded me, blinding me to whatever had happened to her. “Sarah!” I screamed again.
“Bradie!” I heard her call out, her voice sounded distant, it echoed through the room, “Bradie! Wake up! Please! We have to get out of here!” A sharp pain on my cheek woke me. I sat up quickly to see Sarah’s worried face close to mine.
. . . . .
Smoke filled the room. Bright, flickering, hot flames coated the walls, their greedy fingers rapidly making their way towards the roof, devouring everything in their path.
I grabbed Sarah’s wrist tightly and pulled her out of the bed and towards the window, but as we were running towards it, Sarah screamed and pulled me back as a large, flaming rafter fell right in front of us, blocking the window.
“The door,” coughed Sarah, her face was flushed from the heat, she was swaying on her feet. I pulled open the door to reveal the flaming mess that had become of her house. the stairs, thank god, were still intact, but parts of the handrails were on fire.
. . . . .
“Bradie,” Sarah coughed weakly. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed into my arms.
“Sarah!” I screamed as I tried to shake her awake, she remained unresponsive in my arms. I had to get her out of there. I slung her across my back and ran down the stairs, down to the fire below.
. . . . .
Pain. Heat. Fear. The burning just didn’t seem to stop. I was hardly aware of Sarah’s light weight on my back, she still hadn’t regained consciousness. I found a small spot in the room that wasn’t on fire. Flames surrounded me. All around me, their bright, flickering hands reaching out to burn me.
I couldn’t see a clear way out. Only fire. The, I saw it, the door! There was a solid wall of fire seperating me from our freedom, for the rest of our lives.
“I’m gonna get us out of here,” I said to Sarah, even though she couldn’t hear me. I ran into the flames.
. . . . .
The cool, fresh air caressed my face as I collapsed onto the soft grass outside Sarah’s burning house. I looked towards Sarah. Still breathing, thank god.
The last thing I remember was the sound of sirens blaring. I fell into blissful nothingness.
Her soft hands ran through my hair as she pressed her lips to mine, we held on tightly to each other in a long, sweet, passionate embrace. I suddenly couldn’t breathe, she was pulled away from me.
“Sarah?!” I screamed, “Where are you!” A thick fog surrounded me, blinding me to whatever had happened to her. “Sarah!” I screamed again.
“Bradie!” I heard her call out, her voice sounded distant, it echoed through the room, “Bradie! Wake up! Please! We have to get out of here!” A sharp pain on my cheek woke me. I sat up quickly to see Sarah’s worried face close to mine.
. . . . .
Smoke filled the room. Bright, flickering, hot flames coated the walls, their greedy fingers rapidly making their way towards the roof, devouring everything in their path.
I grabbed Sarah’s wrist tightly and pulled her out of the bed and towards the window, but as we were running towards it, Sarah screamed and pulled me back as a large, flaming rafter fell right in front of us, blocking the window.
“The door,” coughed Sarah, her face was flushed from the heat, she was swaying on her feet. I pulled open the door to reveal the flaming mess that had become of her house. the stairs, thank god, were still intact, but parts of the handrails were on fire.
. . . . .
“Bradie,” Sarah coughed weakly. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed into my arms.
“Sarah!” I screamed as I tried to shake her awake, she remained unresponsive in my arms. I had to get her out of there. I slung her across my back and ran down the stairs, down to the fire below.
. . . . .
Pain. Heat. Fear. The burning just didn’t seem to stop. I was hardly aware of Sarah’s light weight on my back, she still hadn’t regained consciousness. I found a small spot in the room that wasn’t on fire. Flames surrounded me. All around me, their bright, flickering hands reaching out to burn me.
I couldn’t see a clear way out. Only fire. The, I saw it, the door! There was a solid wall of fire seperating me from our freedom, for the rest of our lives.
“I’m gonna get us out of here,” I said to Sarah, even though she couldn’t hear me. I ran into the flames.
. . . . .
The cool, fresh air caressed my face as I collapsed onto the soft grass outside Sarah’s burning house. I looked towards Sarah. Still breathing, thank god.
The last thing I remember was the sound of sirens blaring. I fell into blissful nothingness.
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