Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 42- the getaway part II

Jaces pov
Something's wrong. She was supposed to meet me here at six. It's 6:10. Relax jace. She's probably just running late. She probably had to make sure she was clear for the getaway. But what if something happened? What if sanders found out?! What if she killed Christine?! Don't be ridiculous. There's no way sanders found out. I still can't believe I'm running away with Christine. I would do anything for her. We are going to do this. If she ever shows up. What if she decided not to come? What if she was too scared? That can't be possible. She would have called or texted me. Then where is she? 6:15. Every minute felt like hours. Wait till 6:20. If she doesn't come then sow things happened and you'll go to her house and see for your self. Should I bring some kind of weapon? If so, what do I have that could be used as a weapon? I'll find something there if I have to. 6:18. Why hasn't she come yet? Maybe I'll be lucky and leave and run into her coming to the diner. She'll tell me that sanders dinner took longer than she had thought. Then we'll run away. Were going to take all the money in cash out of my bank account before we leave. We're going to take a bus to the next state. Then we'll keep transferring and staying wherever we can that won't leave a trail. We'll get back to Maine and she'll get her job back and I'll find a job. Well stay with a woman who runs the café. She won't turn us in. Christine was sure of it. 6:19. Come on Christine! Please walk through that door! Every second ticked by making an unbelievably loud echo. 6:20. Something's happened. I quickly left and started to her house. I walked as quickly as possible looking around to make sure no one would see me and Christine wasn't coming. I saw no one the whole way there. When I got there the house was dark. Unusually dark. Except for one weird glow at the top. I approached carefully looking over my shoulder every second. I got to the apartment and looked through the window. Empty. I have to check the house. I went to the front door. Locked. I crept around to a side window. I opened it and crawled in. It seemed like no one was there. Where was everyone? I seemed to be in the living room. I left and started checking the whole house. Not a sign of Christine. But the one thing I did notice was that the air had a weird tint to it. A grayness and darkness. It smelled bad too. I ran upstairs and it was hot up there. I checked all the rooms. Nothing. There was one place left. A door. When I tried to open it I found the knob extremely hot. It burned my hand. I covered my hand with my sleeve and opened the door. Fire was everywhere. All up the stairs. It started spreading out of the door into the hallway where I was standing. I was sure Christine was behind the door at the top. I quickly ran through the the flames up to the door. I started banging on it but it was locked. "Christine! Christine! Are you in there?! Open the door!" For a few minutes I got no answer.

Christine's pov (you thought she was dead didn't you?)
Everything had a blur to it. Nothing would come into focus. My eyes struggled to adjust as I sat up. Everything came back to me. I felt my head. It really hurt. When I looked at my hand it was covered in red. Then I looked behind be to see a puddle of red. Blood. The keys and the candlestick were gone. I checked my pocket. My phone was gone too. Sanders may be crazy, but she's not stupid. I suddenly realized that I was going to die here. I was going to die just like Ann had. I suddenly noticed how hot it was up here and the air had a weird look and smell to it. Smoke. It wasn't until then did I hear the calling. "Christine! Christine! Are you in there?! Open the door!" I heard a familiar voice call. Jace. He had found me. Maybe I was dead? Then why was I still here? I ruled out that I wasn't dead and found the strength to stand. I walked to the door. Locked. The air was thick and hard to breathe. "Jace? Jace!" I croaked and banged on the door. "Christine! Are you in there?" "Yes! I'm here! What's happening?!" "There a fire out here Christine! I'm going to get you out!" He continued to bang on the door. Meanwhile the fire started to seep under the door. I realized that it was hopeless. This is where I die. But what about jace? No. He can't die! I have to get out of here! For him. I liked around to find something to break break down the door with. Everything was either too light or too heavy. My eyes fell on the trunks. Hmm, either the one with the body in it? Or the one with the letters in it. Let me think about that... I ran over to the letters trunk and picked it up. I almost couldn't it was so heavy. But I carried it to the door. "Jace! I need you to get away from the door!" I called. "What why?!" He called back. "Need you to trust me! Do you trust me?" A pause. "I trust you." He said. I took the trunk and smashed it into the door. Nothing. I tried again a bit harder. No luck. This time I took all my strength I had left. I rammed into the door as hard as I could and it and me came crashing forward into the stairway. I fell down a few stairs before catching myself. I looked up dazed. Smoke. Everywhere. Too hot. Can't breath. No! This was not happening again! Then I felt a hand pull me up. And then I was face to face with the love of my life. "Christine! Are you okay?" I stared at him for a minute. Then I pressed my lips to his. I pulled away. "Fine now. But we have to get out of here!" I yelled. We ran down the stairs. The fire had spread to the hall at the bottom of the stairs and into some of the rooms. We started to run but then I heard a crash and felt a push. I landed on my face again. When I looked back I saw jace. His leg was trapped under a beam. "Jace!" I screamed and crawled over to him. He was trying to get free. We were both coughing and couldn't breathe. It was hopeless he was trapped. But I wasn't going to give up. "I love you Christine." He said looking into my eyes. "Shut up! Don't try to say goodbye!" I yelled. "Can't you see it's too late? I'm sorry I ever got you into this. I'm sorry I made you run away and I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I was supposed to be your boyfriend who was there for you no matter what but I got angry and let you leave when I should have forced your I stay. I should have followed you and dragged you back home. I love you and care about you. That's why you have to leave! You can still make it! Go live your life and make it good. Forget about this place and forget about me. Just save yourself!" At that moment I remembered leaving my mom. They both saved me over themselves. Jace pushed me out if the way so he would get crushed not me. I made that mistake once. I'm not making it again. "Screw that! I love you too and that's why I'm not leaving you!" I yelled hoarsely."I'm sorry too! I really did push you away! I was so afraid of getting hurt again and I wanted to find a place where I belonged! But I was missing what was right in front of me! I couldn't see that I belong with you! But I see that now! And I made the mistake of leaving the ones I love before, and I'm not doing it again! Either we both live or we both die!" I kissed him and got up. I have to find a way to get that beam off of him. Clearly it was too heavy to lift. So I ran to one of the rooms to see if I could find something to use to lift it off of him. I ran to the first two bedrooms only finding an umbrella which would be too weak. I ran into another bedroom. In this one I found a loose part of a metal bed frame. I pulled on it and kicked it until it came off. I could barley breathe now and when I got to jace he looked barely conscious. "Don't fall asleep jace! Stay awake!" I shook him and he struggled to keep his eyes open. I was too. I wasn't sure we were going to make it out of this. I managed to get the bar under the beam and I started to pull on it. At first nothing happened. But I put all of my strength and all of my love into pushing that bar and soon the beam started to lift. Jace tried to help. I wasn't going to lose him too. Soon it was lifted enough that he got his leg out. He tried to stand up but fell back down. "I think it's broken!" He whimpered. "I know it hurts but you have to get up and keep going! Please jace!" I said with urgency. My head hurt like hell and things we're spinning but I managed to help him up and he propped up on my shoulder. Coughing and sputtering and burned we started to head for the stairs. All of a sudden a horrible image appeared in front of us, blocking out only chance at survival. "NO ONE IS GOING ANYWHERE!" Mrs. Sanders screamed. Candlestick in hand. Anger boiled up in me. "Get out of our way!" I said sternly. The craze and fury was stronger in her eyes now. "You and your little boyfriend are both going to die here! I don't want to go to jail! And I definitely don't want to have to spend the rest of my life with you!" She screamed and ran at me. I pushed jace out of the way and dodged myself. She missed us but quickly spun around. Coughing I helped jace up. She ran at us again. This time, I wasn't fast enough and hit me in the ribs with the candlestick. All the air left my lungs as I pitched forward to the ground. She then continued to kick me in the stomach. "Jace! Run!" I barely coughed out. But in a flash I saw jace tackle sanders and they went tumbling to the floor. They continued to fight for the candlestick as I tried to stand. All of me hurt and I couldn't breathe. I was losing strength with every moment. Soon I was able to stand just in time to see sanders grab the stick and hit jace across the face with it. He fell unconscious and she raised the candlestick to kill him. "NO!" I screamed and ran at her. Before she knew what was happening I shoved her hard into the wall. I grabbed the candlestick and hit her with it. Hard. I shoved her to the ground in one of the bedrooms. I stood there, watching as she stirred and realized what was happening. Terror came over her face as she looked up at me. "Please! Help me! I love you I do!" I wasn't falling for it. "You have to have a heart in order to love." I said coldly. "No no! Please!" I looked over at jace. His leg was bad and his face was bleeding. He would die if i didn't get him out soon. I would too. I couldn't get both of them out. "Goodbye Cornelia." I said and closed the door. Jace started to stir. I ran to him. "Its okay jace. We're getting out of here." I helped him up and we made it down the stairs. We got out the front doors as the fire department and ambulance showed up. I turned and saw the house, now fully engulfed in flame, one last time before it collapsed. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I stumbled to the ground as everything spun around me. I felt sick. I couldn't breathe. Then I blacked out right as the paramedics got to me.

Jaces pov
My head. My leg. Everything was blurry. I looked over at Christine as we both laid on the ground. She wasn't moving. "Christine! Wake up! Wake up!" I barley croaked and shook her arm. The paramedics came and put her on a stretcher. Then they got me. I kept trying to see Christine but they kept me down. "Where's Christine?! Where is she?!" I tried to scream but it didn't come out that way. "Sir you need to stay still." A woman who was a paramedic tried to hold me down. "Please tell me how she is! Is she even alive!" They put an oxygen mask over my face. I kept trying to get it off. I just need to stay with her. I kept trying to get up. "Help me hold him still!" I heard her say. Another person grabbed me and I tried to fight him but I felt something sharp in my arm. I felt really tired and soon my eyes were closing. Please god don't let Christine be dead. Please.