Eres Mía

~ 25 ~

Expect the unexpected. Life is like a giant surprise party.

^^^ play the song (don't sue me for the ironic title)

It's not often that your worst nightmare, or at least one of them, comes true. If it ever did happen, it would cause fear and shock to the one experiencing it.

Seeing your loved one's lifeless body on the floor, the house you were ready to call home burnt and still in flames.

It was... horrifying to even think about it.

Imagine that.

Imagine.

I rushed to the noise to see smoke moving like fog in the main room.

Thinking quickly, I managed to remove my t-shirt from under my hoodie as I walked. I used it to cover my mouth and nose as I went through the house to find everyone.

I opened the door of the living room to see a raging fire engulfing the room in flames.

I stepped back as the fire attempted to pull me in.

"Mija!! Where are you?" I could hear my mother shouting.

"Main room!!" I shouted back.

I saw her as she rushed down the stairs, Papa with her. Just as they got to the bottom, another bomb went off, almost burning them both.

I went to open the door, but for some reason it seemed stuck. Like something was jamming it shut.

Using my strength, I kicked at the door and pushed it slightly. Two tries later, the door swung open.

"Mama, take Papa and go." I told her as she and my coughing father walked with me.

Papa and Enzo's men began filing out when Javier and Antonio came up to me.

As I scanned the leaving crowd, my heart beat increased rapidly.

"Where's Enzo?" Antonio asked.

"Help!!"

I heard a loud groan and shout calling me for help.

"Lucía, no!" my mother screamed in hopes of making me stay and not be a hero.

"Someone!!"

I ignored her and the men's protests and ran up the stairs, screaming his name. The smoke was filling my lungs faster and faster but I kept pushing through.

I found him in his room, a large shelf trapping his left leg. Quickly, I went and put my hands under it and lifted it up.

The whole time, Enzo was groaning in pain and annoyance.

When I had stood it up, I held out my hand and hoisted him up. I threw his arm over my shoulder and we moved as fast as we could down the stairs and out of the house.

When we got out there, I saw that all of Papa and Enzo's men were lined up with my mom and dad. 

Javier and Antonio rushed towards us and helped Enzo into a stretcher that one of our nurse's brought out.

We moved back from the house just in time. A final bomb went off and we all stood and watched as the house we resided in was lit up, illuminating the dark night.
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*Roma, Italia.*

We spend the night travelling to Italy in hopes of escaping Mozorov even for a little while so we could feel, keyword "feel", safe.