The Lines Between Us | ✔

|.09.|

September 9th, 4:42 pm,

Ash

My heart is racing. Beating like crazy.

It feels as if it is trying to break out of a cage, crushing my ribs in the process. A bead of sweat drips down my forehead and into my eyes. Lifting my hand from the handles, I swipe it away with my sleeve. I am driving at 100mph in a 60mph zone, and I have no idea where I am going. It's been nearly an hour since I called- she could be gone already. I reached Pups not so long ago, but there was no sign of them. I grabbed some guy outside and asked him to tell me which way they went. I'm hoping and praying that Liam didn't change direction, as I would have no idea where Bella is. Usually, I would be able to track her by her phone. Liam threw it on the floor outside the café, so I can't.

My head is aching; stomach churning with stress. I wish I could drive more carefully as my muscles have tensed up, stopping me from making harsh movements. My brain is going crazy, pushing through all my thoughts about where he would take her.

''I'll kill her,'' He said.

''I'll kill her''

What reason would he have to kill her?

The stress is killing every part of my body and I long to crash in hopes of gaining some adrenaline. I have no weapons with me, no form of protection against whatever Liam has planned. For all I know, he could have already done it. I shouldn't feel this way about her, I should let this happen, but I can't, my feelings for her are too strong. My heart aches as I think about her, the demons in my body fighting to escape.

Concentrate Ash.

My eyelids flicker at the sight of a tall broken building. Liam's old house. Tears threaten to fall down my face, but I don't let them, squeezing them closed to keep the tears in. I can see the building from where I am, but it will still take me another minute to get there. Stepping on the breaks, I speed up moving towards the house.

I can barely focus in this darkness, until I pull into the driveway of what was once a house. The whole thing is ablaze, bright shades of red and orange bursting out from the windows, exploding them in the process. What was left of the house is now gone, turned to a pile of rubble and ashes right in front of my face. I know that she is inside, unable to get out, but she is alive. I can feel it. I don't even have to think about helping her as my feet are already on their way inside. Calling 911, I kick down the door: it doesn't take much effort due to it already being burnt off its hinges. My throat clogs up in an instant as I step inside the burning building- a few more minutes in here and I will most certainly die. I can hear the structure of the house failing, the weight of fire consuming it.

''Firefighter!'' I shout down the phone, entering the house. I tell them the address and throw my device into my jeans pocket.

Once I am inside, the flames surround me, the once-entrance to the house has now been engulfed in flames. There is no way out. Surely nothing inside here would be able to survive. Standing 10 meters away from the house, my face was already burning hot. Here, it feels like my skin is on fire, burning every inch like lava, unwilling to stop. I don't mind the pain, though, it gives me strength. The pain turns to adrenaline; I am racing around the house.

The only way I can do this is if I do it quickly.

Racing up the stairs, I hold my leather jacket over my mouth in hopes of getting some relief from the putrid smell. The fumes are going straight to my head, like drugs going wrong. I can feel my whole body swaying from side to side as I tear up the stairs. Any seconds longer on them and they will collapse on me. I can hear them creaking over the crackling of the fire, the sound of wood snapping underneath my feet.