Selena

41 | Threat

SELENA MONTGOMERY

These boots Rossi gave me are a different kind of torture. It almost makes Felicity's shopping addiction less painful.

We are currently in a dress shop that I refused to try on anything in. Felicity's in the changing rooms putting on her twelfth dress.

They were all beautiful on her but she kept insisting I put at least one on.

"This one would look amazing on you." One of the workers holds up a light blue while Felicity walks out in a light green one in a similar style.

"It would look amazing in an incinerator." I look over the ghastly creation. The dress maker flinches at my comment and Felicity gives her an apologetic smile.

"You make the dress actually look decent," I nod over at Felicity and she smiles at my jabs to the dress maker.

"Selena, pleaseeeeeee.....you know I've never seen you in a dress before," she begs. I roll my eyes at her tactics. "That's a low blow," I scowl at her and follow one of the attendants to the changing room. She offers to help me put on the dress but I snatch the hanger from her and tug the curtain closed.

One of the main reasons I'm currently so pissed is because at the first shop the attendants that helped me change took the time to talk about my body in a language they knew I didn't understand. I knew enough Italian to figure out what they were saying. Felicity heard them talking about her as well, but pretended like she hadn't heard a single word. I was swearing mess when she dragged me out of the first shop. Every shop after that was the same.

Me with a scowl and Felicity with a kind smile.

I run up the zipper and look over myself in the mirror. It does look kind of good I guess.

Would Adam like it?

"Get yourself together," I mutter to myself and smooth out the dress.

My face heats up at the stupid thought. I look at myself blushing like a little girl in the mirror and slap both of my hands on each side of my face.

A loud crash breaks me out of my thoughts. I reach for my knife and I hear everyone now shouting at each other. A series of bloodcurdling screams follow as I rip the curtain open and move towards the front of the dress shop. Before I can reach Felicity, a fire explodes through the doorway with shards of furniture and metals heading straight for me.

An explosion.

The impacts pushes me back and my head slams against the corner of the nearest wall. Black dots spot my view as I cut my knife through the palm of my hand to refocus the pain.

I need to get Felicity out of here. This is no accident.

Warm blood flows down over my face when I move to stand up. Smoke fills the air of the shop and I rush to the front where I left her earlier. My eyes sting from the smoke and the concussion I have from the initial blow.

"Felicity!" I scream as loud as I can through the chaos. I hear muffled screams and cries which I identify come from the store attendants that were closer to the changing rooms.

A fiery beam hangs down across the middle of the showroom. Looking around at all the bodies I can't seem to find a familiar head of blonde hair.

Where the fuck is Felicity?!

Another support beam crushes the dress makes and a clothing rack stabs through another attendant. I ignore their cries of pain and repairs, looking through the aftermath of the explosion. I don't care about a single one of them.

My head whips towards a soft crying sound. I see Felicity's blonde hair against the far wall.

A large flaming piece of debris hits my shoulder before I can reach her, making me fall down again. A stabbing pain then spreads through my leg from a broken shard of glass. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my scream and keep moving myself in Felicity's direction.

She's about seven feet in front of me. Her eyes are clothes, but her chest is still slowing moving up and down. She's still breathing.

I practically drag myself the rest of the way. Pressing my fingers under Felicity's jaw, feeling her slow pulse.

"Felicity, can you hear me?" I say as loud as my scratchy throat will allow. Her eyelashes flutter and head turns in my direction. "S-selena?"

Felicity's eyes open. Bloodshot and dilated. "I can't see", she cries out. Tears flow from her eyes as she looks around aimlessly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Felicity, we need to get out of here." I try to reassure her by placing my hands on her either side of her face. She visibly relaxes when I do, not caring about my bloody palm.

The main entrance isn't blocked off by any of the fire. That's our way out.

"I can't move," her voice breaks as I try to help her up. My mouth fills with blood from the inside of my cheek as I move my arm around Felicity and shift all my weigh onto my uninjured leg.

The impact must've knocked her unconscious for a few minutes. I only see a few visible scratches on her. No bleeding from her head. Her breaths are labored, but other than that she's fine.

"Everything is going to be okay," I repeat to her. "We're getting out of here. Everything is okay."

I know it's more for myself.

"Selena, I can't feel my legs. I can't feel anything. You need to save yourself." Her words are so faint I almost don't hear them.

That's when I see it.

The entire wall behind her is covered in blood. My hand lightly touches the back of Felicity's neck. When it pulls away, my fingers are soaked in blood. "No...no, it's j-just the impact of the explosion. It's perfectly normal," I try to convince myself as tears block my vision. Another crash echoes throughout the store as the fire grows.

"We just need to get out of here," I repeat the words again sounding like a broken record.

Everything is okay. Everything is okay. Everything is okay.

"S-selena please," Felicity's body is limp as I struggle to carry her weight with my injured leg.

"Please get out of here. Tell Adam and my mom that I lov–"

"No. The door is right there. We're almost there," I cut her off. "Stop it. Please stop it. Your okay, Felicity. You're going to be okay." My tears now match hers. Mixing with the blood dripping from my head.

She nods her head at my words. I know she doesn't believe them. "Selena, please listen to me."

I violently shake my head at her, knowing she can't see me. "No, no, no. I need you to focus on staying awake. You have a concussion," I tell her. We are two steps away from the door.

Felicity's body slumps against my injure leg making me scream in pain and fall onto the floor. I move myself to catch her before she hits the broken glass.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?" I ask her brushing the smaller pieces of glass off the top of her head.

Felicity's eyes flutter closed.

"Felicity, open your eyes. You can't close your eyes." I try to get us up again. If there was a second blast, we need to create a decent distance between us and the store.

"Please, open your eyes. Please," I beg trying to ignore the glass piercing into my back. Her eyes slowly open again. "Good, that's good. Just a few more steps," I whisper.

The midday sunlight finally blinds my eyes. The smoke of the designer dresses bellow around us as people crowd around the shop.

They watch but they don't help.

I try to scream at them to call an ambulance, but the smoke burns into my throat, closing it up entirely.

My body collapses onto the pavement as my eyes close listening to Felicity's voice in my ear.