Foster Brothers: By The Blood

Flames＊

(Jai's P.O.V.)

Luke's been gone for a while now, and I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was the only person who knew about the violent game Luke played. I was the only one who understood him. I'm probably the only person who ever will too.

The clock kept ticking and ticking and before I knew it, the sun had risen. Luke left at 3am, and it's 8am now. Five hours. It's been five hours and Luke has yet to appear. What am I supposed to say to Beau?!

I was pondering with my thoughts, wondering if Luke were alright. Better yet, I wanted to know if he were even alive-

No! I can't think like that. Luke would never leave me.

"Jai? How long have you been up?" It was Beau. I didn't even notice him waking up, and that shows how in depth I was with my thoughts.

"Not long. Just a few minutes." I lied.

"Oh okay. How are you feeling? The doctor said you'd be ready to leave today if you were up for it." He said to me, looking over to Dallas and Damion who were also waking up.

"I'm fine. We can leave." I said, looking down at my hands that were messing with the white blanket that covered me.

"Um...okay but, are you sure? You seem a little off." Beau said, moving closer to the side of my bed. I snapped my head up at him and shook my head as I said,

"I'm fine Beau." I couldn't say more than that.

"Alright, if you say so. Hey has anyone seen Luke? I don't see him." Beau asked, looking around the room for any sign of Luke.

"No, do you think he could've went somewhere?" Dallas questioned, and I knew the answer to that. Though I didn't dare say a word.

"I'll go ask a nurse if they saw anyone leave the room." Damion stated, getting up and starting to walk out of the room. I had to stop him! If a nurse says yes, then Beau will know Luke was up to something! Luke could get in really big trouble and I don't want that.

"No wait! I um...I'm sure he'll come back on his own. He probably needed some fresh air." I quickly said, sitting up taller in my bed.

Damion, Dallas, and Beau gave me confused looks, and then Beau said,

"Alright alright relax. Don't get yourself worked up okay? We'll wait for him a little longer if that'll make you feel better."

I nodded, slumped back into the pillows of my bed, and avoided eye contact with everyone. They knew something was the matter, but I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing what it was.

"How about some t.v.?" Dallas said with a nervous laugh, grabbing the remote from the side table and turning the t.v. on. Channel 57 came on, and that was the news channel. Where a bunch of firetrucks and ambulances were surrounding a burning house.

A burning house that I knew all too well didn't just spark on its own, and I knew this because, the flames were bright and violent. The flames were filled with rage and anger, swallowing up every ounce of revenge it could grasp. Flames only Luke would know how to ignite. Flames the foster home taught him how to burn.

My eyes were drawn to the fire as I tuned out the news reporter as she spoke. I could only stare at the burning building, with millions and millions of thoughts going round and round my head.

It was then when I began to hear screaming. Screaming from the people in the house, begging for relief or some sort of escape. They were pleading for rescue, yet the sobs they let out knew very well that there was no hope for them. They were all going to die, and I could hear their every scream.