Not What It Seems

Chapter 25 || Burning the House Down

{Elizabeth's POV}

I woke up feeling groggy and gross, as usual. I picked myself up off the couch and walked into the kitchen to check the time. It was after eleven in the evening, so the first thought that came to me was

"I need cake."

Soda had turned me into a cake lover. He makes amazing cake.

SODA, OH MY GOD.

I ran back into the living room, half expecting him to be sound asleep in his chair, but he wasn't there.

"Must be upstairs..." I muttered to myself, climbing the stairs. I hate stairs very much. Exercise kind of makes me want to hurl.

I walked into my old room, searching. Nada. In Sofia's old room. Nada. He wasn't even in our room. I stared at the bed, curling my fingers between my hair.

"Oh yes, sleep." I laid down in between the blue striped pillows and closed my eyes. I suddenly heard a sound downstairs. Soda must be home.

"Hey baby!" I yelled from the bedroom. There was no reply.

Okay then...

There were footsteps pounding up the steps. Something was up. I got up slowly and walked over to the door. I peered out and saw a dude rush into my old room. A familiar dude. I recognized that face anywhere. It was Randy Adderson.

"Fuck." I whispered, ducking into the closet at the far end of my and Soda's room. I knew that he would look in here. Why the hell did I come in here? Ugh, I'm such a dumb-fuck sometimes.

I looked up and noticed the pipes on the ceiling of my closet. Perfect. I can pull myself up with... Damn, I'm like five foot five. This closet is at least seven three. I have to jump. That means exercise.

Damn...

I pulled my baggy jeans up quickly and leaped up, grabbing the pipes with both hands.

"Where are you, BITCH!?" Randy screamed walking into my room. I saw him look under the bed in my peri vial vision, huffing and puffing in anger. Then I noticed the window sill. Fuck. I could have shimmied down that fucking water spout.
I flattened my back against the ceiling and held my breath, making sure not to do those obnoxious things chicks usually do in those movies when they hide from a freak or whatever shit is going on.

Randy swung the door open to the closet, throwing clothing and kicked shit. Randy in about six foot one so he could possibly reach up and pierce my stomach with his switch. His large hands were bleeding. Even grosser than usual. I bet those hands have touched more boobs than Dally has cigarettes.

He backed up out of the closet. I heard stomping going down the stairs and a door slam. But it opened back up quickly. Finally! Soda was here!

I lowered myself down and started to leave my room when I got a whiff of something burning. I peered down the staircase and saw Randy standing there with a match lit.

"I knew you were in the closet." He whispered, stepping closer. "I knew you'd eventually come out." He stepped even closer. I could smell the whiskey on him. "Get into the bathroom..."

"Or what?" I snarled. "You'll kill me?"

He slapped me upside the head. Hard, might I add in. He pushed me into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard a second match lit. Then I saw the flame catch the bottom of the door.

"See you in hell, Lizzie!" He called, cackling. I heard him pound out of the house, leaving me in a room with no escape size window and no other doors.

The bathroom door was now in flames, as was one whole side of the bathroom. I can feel the room getting smaller. I can feel myself getting dizzier. I have no option but to bust down the door or risk becoming a Twinkie with burnt filling. I pulled down my sleeves and braced myself as I slammed the door. It flew open, me landing on top of it. My pant leg caught on fire, but as soon as I rolled off, the carpet took the flame. I stood up realizing my entire house was up in smoke.

My lungs are filling with smoke. I'm shaking out of scarce. The whole house in in flames and I'm trapped. I can't just bust out the front door. It's absolutely deathly. I ran over to the telephone and grabbed it. Then it hit me... My father had cut the cords and I never bothered to get them fixed up. I'm doomed.

I sat down on the bottom step, the only place that wasn't in flames, and curled up. I know I'm dying. It's just too fucking bad that my baby was too...