Irresistible Love

44 | Hidden In The Stars

Ellie's POV:

Fear and panic began to run in my veins as I slowly slid my mother's dead body out of my grasp.

Feeling my hands slide from her cold presence sent a chill down my spine, a feeling I had never experienced before in my whole God damn life.

I walked over to the door as I slowly bent down to look under the crack.

And as soon as my eyes lay on upon. Red light, my whole body tensed up and began to tingle up.

I knew exactly what that shining redish-orange light meant.

Fire.

Oh, for the love of everything.

The man killed my mother, shot me in the shoulder, and set a fire? He really wants me to die, and all because of a threat? Get a fucking life.

My shoulder began to drip out blood again, as pressure hit my right side.

I gritted my teeth as I yelped in pain.

I looked around for something to cover the wound, and as I looked on top of the sink. I immediately grabbed the hand towel as I began to hold it against it.

My whole body ached with sadness, and I would scream if only I could find a way to make my voice come back.

I have already used it enough. From the pain that I was feeling physically, to the pain of knowing my mother was gone and not coming back killed me, inside and out.

Tears still flooded down my cheeks, but honestly I have been crying for minutes now that I kind of forgot that I was crying.

But then my mind immediately went back to the fire as I felt the heat begin to pick up as sweat dripped down my back.

I walked over to the door, as I used my free hand to try and get the door open.

I reached for the door knob, as I yanked on it before immediately feeling the heat of the metal as I jumped back and yelped.

I cried out loud as my hand shaked, as I brought it up to my eyes to observe the now burn on my hands.

My skin was now red as I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut.

Fuck the burn. I had to get out of here.

I brought my hand up to a fist, as I began to pound the door as hard as I could, and as much as my strength would allow.

"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could.

I then started to use my foot as I began to kick the door.

"For the love of everything help!!!" I screamed once more.

I was only praying someone could hear us.

But as soon as I looked under neath the door, smoke immediately started to petrude in the door.

Oh God no. 

My lungs weren't good enough to hold  in this much smoke.

My mind started to panic even more, as I had a single thought. I am not going to make it.

I looked around the bathroom as I tried to not eye the amount of blood, or the amount that was on my clothes.

I held my wound tight, but as I looked down at the cloth. It was already starting to bleed through.

If I was going to die, I at least wanted to be holding something that was meaningful.

And if there was anything about my mother that I loved, is that she would always keep SOMETHING in every room. She loved this beach house more than anything in the whole world and the fact that it was crumbling down into nothing with all of these memories built up in it, killed me half to death.