I'll take care of you

The fire

-DUSTIN
I bite my lip. Kids storm into the bathroom. I pull up my feet, so they don't see I'm there. 'I'm just gonna wash my hands. Wait outside.' One of them says.
The kid opens the tap and dries their hands. I look at the ground. At that moment, the fire alarm goes off.
'What the fuck.' The kid runs outside.
I get up and try to get the lock open. 'Shit.' The lock doesn't open. 'No. No. Nononono. Shit.' I kick the door with my foot. Nothing works. The tears stream down my face. 'Please, please.' I hear everyone screaming and running. 'HELP.' The words barely come out of my mouth. I look up. I can't get over the door. There's no gap under the door. I'm gonna die.
'For fucks sake, please.' I cry out. Hopelessly I sit on the floor, with my head in my hands. I hear the fire spread. 'I hate this. This is such bullshit.' I say to myself. 'Bullshit.' I sigh and look at the drawing at my hand for the last time. My hand is shaking, I can't even see the drawing that well. 'Bye, Steve.' I sigh. I hear the fire reach the bathroom. 'Hell no.' I pull on the lock one last time. It doesn't open. I hear screaming in the hallway. At first I don't recognize the voice. When it comes closer, my eyes get big. 'STEVE! STEVE! STEVE, PLEASE!' I yell. The tears are still streaming down my face. I bang on the door. 'STEVE!' I cry out. I keep on banging, till Steve reaches the bathroom. 'Dustin.' He says out of breath. 'I'm gonna break the door, okay?' He says. 'Back up.'
BAM. Steve kicks the door with something.
BAM, BAM. The door is too strong.
After the third BAM, I see the "nails" of Steve's bat. 'I'm coming, Dustin.' Steve says.
BAM, BAM, BAM. 'JUST OPEN. YOU. FUCKING. BITCH.' Steve yells. The bat goes trough the door. Steve pulls it out. In the hole that the bat made, I see Steve. His head is covered in burns. I squeeze myself through the hole and hug Steve. 'Why do we always have these adventures?' I sigh, crying. Steve giggles. 'We have to go. The fire is spreading.' He says.
We walk out of the bathroom. 'Fuck.' Steve cusses. 'There's nowhere to go.' He says. 'I have a plan. Hold on tight. Hold your breath.' Steve grabs me tight and I hold my breath. We're going trough the fire. 'RUN!' Steve yells. We run for our lives. I close my eyes and hold my breath. For a minute, I thought I died. But we made it. 'We made it.' Steve says. He kneels down and looks at my face. 'Are you okay?' He asks. I nod and look around. The whole school is watching us. Lucas and Max come running to us. 'Jesus, why do you guys always have near-death experience?!' Max says. 'What happened, actually? Why was the school on fire?' I ask. Lucas looks at the principal. He's talking to the police. 'They don't know, but they have suspects.' He says. I cough. 'I think you guys might've inhaled too much smoke.' Max says. 'You should see the First Aid. They're right there. She points to the back of the field. Steve and I walk in their direction, when I notice something in the bushes. It's one of my bullies. 'Steve.' I whisper. 'Steve!' I point to the bushes. 'I think my bullies set the school on fire.' I say. Steve notices it too. 'Come on. We're gonna warn the principal.' He says. 'First Aid can wait.' We walk to the principal. He sees us right away and pauses the police officer. 'What happened to you guys?' He asks. 'Dustin was stuck in the bathroom.' Steve says. The principal looks at me. 'But.. we saw one of his bullies in the bushes. We might think they set the school on fire.' Steve points to the bushes. The principal notices it too. 'That's exactly where they found a lighter.' He says. He marches to the bushes and coughs sarcastically. 'Care to explain?' He asks. The boy looks up. 'Shit.' He says. He tries to run away, but the policemen caught him. The boy looks around. His friends are caught too. They get in the police car and drive away. 'We'll call you.' The principal says. 'Now go home.'
Steve and I walk to the car and sit down. 'How did you find me, Steve?' I ask. 'I saw the smoke. I knew it was coming from the school, so I drove here and ran into the school.' Steve says. 'I'm fired.' He taps his hand on his knee nervously. 'Holy shit, Steve.' I say. 'They say I have to be at work more.' Steve sniffs his nose. This is my fault. Steve always left his work because of me. Because I live with him now. 'Sorry.' I say. Steve looks at me. 'Hey, hey, hey. This is not your fault, okay? Do you understand?' Steve asks. I shake my head. 'It is.' I look out the window. 'I'm literally in trouble every single second of the day.'
Steve sighs. 'Yes, you are. But it's my job to take care of you now, so fuck the job.' He says.
I smile. 'Fuck the job.'