{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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We draw closer to the house. The flames rising high into the sky making it darker than it already was from the clouds. Caroline is still a couple feet away, but I stop. My feet not allowing me to go any further looking at the scene. The fire roaring. The heat burning.
I clench my jaw shaking my head from side to side. My body won't move. It can't. The image of that night begins to replay. Flashes of coming and in out of subconsciouses. The fire surrounding the inside of the house and the outside was all inside my head playing on a constant loop. Then there's his face. His disgusting, ugly face yelling at me. Hitting me. Burning me. Doing whatever he could to me to break me.
My chest heaves up and down. My eyes squeeze together tightly feeling tears well inside and slip through my closed eyelids. I bite my lip and open my eyes slowly only to see Andy placing on her helmet and rushing into the burning building with two other fire fighters. Sullivan and Warren. I step forward and push past people. My focus on Andy, fear shrinking inside me. Burning me like the heat from the house.
"Hey! Hey!" A voice speaks as I push past Barrett. He shouts but I don't hear what he says as I feel someone grab me from behind pulling me back.
"Y/n, what are you-"
"Let me go! Let me go! She can't go in!" I scream, fighting Jack who I know has a hold of me. I struggle in his arms, as he pulls me back from the house. He takes me out of public view getting me in between the two fire trucks.
"Y/n, stop! Andy's fine," Jack says letting go and placing me up against the firetruck. His hands in front of him, in front of me. Our eyes lock and I shake my head.
"Please! Please! I can't- she needs help! Please she needs-" My breathing is heavy, uncontrollable. It's uneven and it hurts. Everything hurts. I flick my eyes back and forth between Jack's as he looks around and then back at me.
"Hey, I'm going to go in the house with Andy, okay? It'll be okay, but you have to stay out here. Stay with Bishop," Jack says as I feel somebody walk over. Jack backs away slowly. His hands still in front of him as he bends down and grabs his helmet, placing it on and taking off into the house. I tilt my head and go to move but feel Bishop place her hand on my shoulder.
"You got to breathe Y/n," Bishop says easily. "Breathe."
I shake my head and stumble back. My eyes won't move off the house. A window at the top of it bursts, flames popping out, roaring loudly like a lion in his den. I jump and fall back hitting the firetruck. Bishop keeps her hand on my shoulder, tears running down my cheeks.
"I can't- I can't lose her. Please, I can't-" I stumble over my words. "She's all I have. I have- I can't... I can't breathe!"
I feel my lungs burning. Everything in me was hurting. My chest continues to heave up and down at a fast pace. One I'm not used too. Bishop looks around from what I see out of the corner of my eye and rubs her arm up and down my arm, but it wasn't helping. My mind was focused on the worst. It was focused on if that house explodes Andy could be dead and now Jack. I can't. I won't. I have to go in.
