Burned (Chicago Fire Fanfic)

Back To Paradise

Lacey's POV

I sat in that house for what seemed like forever. I felt like I was going crazy. I needed to see Kelly again. I needed to talk to him about this.

But I felt like there was an invisible wall up between us now that I couldn't break down.

Ah, fuck it. I had to go see him. I knew exactly where he was. He was on shift. And besides, I knew if anything went wrong, I had Gabby and Matt to fall back on.

And on the bright side, I hadn't been in the firehouse for over four months. It was time to go back. It was time to see everyone again. And it was time to face whatever was going on with me and Kelly head-on.

Once I realized I was really going to go to the firehouse, I figured it was best to actually shower. I got in and got out within five minutes. My stomach was full of butterflies. I was so nervous to see Kelly again after the two days I've been away from him. That's the longest I've been away from him since I was abducted by Ferlon four months ago.

Abducted by that crummy bastard who was still out on the streets, a free man.

I decided not to dwell on the fact that the low life who abducted me, raped me and tortured me was still free. God, I really needed to see Kelly. This is why I needed him to understand that I needed to be able to talk to him. Holding all of this anger in, it was taking a toll on me. And the only person that I felt like could understand me the best was Kelly. Even though he had never gone through it. I know that he was just as much of a mess when I was missing as I was. I needed him. Now.

I dried my hair, curled it, put on my make up, and threw on my outfit. I decided a pair of black yoga pants and a bright orange athletic shirt was safe. Over my shirt I put on a Chicago Blackhawks sweatshirt that my parents had gotten me when they visited during my hospital stay.

I haven't heard from them since. I think seeing me how I was, all bruised up and broken, was too much for them to handle.

But then again. I wasn't broken. I was just bent. I was still alive. I was living my life again. And although I hadn't had sex since before I was abducted, and I had scars on my face and shoulder to remind me, I was a survivor and I needed to accept that. I was alive and healthy.

I felt like I was burned. The pain was excruciating at the time, but after awhile, I forgot exactly what it felt like. The pain. I forgot exactly how intense it was. The pain is merely a memory. Only the scars prove that it was real. Just like getting burned.

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"Look who it is!" Herrmann yelled with joy in his voice. He was so happy, his dimples stretched around his entire mouth. "I didn't think we'd ever get to see you again, kiddo!" He joked as he wrapped me in a hug.

"It's great to see you too." I laughed then giggled when he picked me up and spun me in a circle.

He put me back down and placed his hand on my shoulder. "How long until you're joining us again?"

I shrugged. "I honestly don't know, but as soon as I can." I reassured him with a toothy grin.

"Shit, Lacey. It feels like it's been forever since I've saw you!" Mills was the next in line. Of course.

I couldn't suppress my smile when I saw Peter waiting for me with open arms.

"It's only been two weeks, Pete." I tried to rationalize.