The Boy Next Door

trapped (part. I)

hey guyss

so i typed this chapter up in the car ride home today and it ended up being like 3000 words, so this is the first half. if i get 600 votes before I go to bed tonight, I'll upload part two. If not, you'll need to wait 'till tmro night to read part II. xD i'm sooo close to 600 reads, only 9 away, so this should be easy!!!

ily all! x -e

THIS IS CONTINUING OFF OF "CELEBRATE LIFE" CALEB, EBONY, JOEY, AND EBONY'S DAD ARE BUILDING A BEDSIDE TABLE FOR JOEY'S ROOM IN EBONY'S DRIVEWAY AND THERE HAS JUST BEEN A WARNING FOR AN EARTHQUAKE IN THEIR TOWN (IF YOU'RE STILL CONFUSED, REREAD THE END OF "CELEBRATE LIFE")

Dad has a bunch of scrap wood we're using and it's all set up in the driveway. "So we're going to make it have two drawers and a shelf for the bedside table," sounds good?

"Yes!" Caleb, Joey, and I say.

"Alright, so first we're going to need the saw and the drill, those are in the shed. Caleb and Ebony, you two can get them and Joey, you can make us some lemonade, okay?" Says Dad.

"You got it Mr. S," says Caleb. We go to the side of the house where the little wooden shed is. Dad organized it while I was at VidCon. It has tools hanging on the walls by nails and some shelves where the smaller tools are in boxes, along with gasoline. We have the lawnmower and everyone in my family's bikes as well. I open the door and find it's pitch black. Right, there aren't any lights. Dad as meaning to fix that...

"Can you hold the door open so we have light and I'll grab them?" I ask Caleb.

"Yeah," he says, and he hold it so I can see where I'm going. It smells strongly of gasoline and it's really dusty. I try not to breathe out of my nose. I look around, and then realize I have no idea what a drill is.

"Caleb, uh what's a drill look like?" I ask, he laughs.

"Really Ebony? You're actually that uneducated about tools?" I giggle, "it's kinda like a gun but really thick." I look around but can't find one, I see a hammer handing on a hook. It's really high, far out of my reach... Figures.

"Caleb, can you come get the hammer? I can't reach!" I say, dust is getting all up in my nose and eyes. I sneeze a few times and then stumble toward the door to hold it open for him while he's getting it.

"Are you okay?" He asks, as I'm pausing to sneeze again.

"Yeah fine. Nobody's ever died from having a dust allergy." But I'm too late and he's already stepped into the shed, the door slams shut. It becomes pitch black.

"Oh, do you need anythi-"

"Calebbb," I whine playfully. "Now I can't seeee!"

"Are you sure you're okay though?" He asks, turning on his phone flashlight. I'm about to turn around and give him a kiss when the whole world jerks. An earthquake. Dad's bike falls ontop of me, knocking me over. Then, a second or two later, before I can say anything to Caleb, there's another jolt of movement making tools fall from the shelves. I hear him grunt, I think one hit him. His phone's flashlight goes out, making everything pitch black again. I hear tools rolling around the floor. Luckily, the only thing that fell on me is more bikes, which don't hurt too, too bad. They're just scratching me as they fall, and probably bruising me all over. There are a few more shakes, and then right when I think it's over there's a more powerful jolt than any of the ones before that sends a series of tools falling down. One of them lands on my index finger on my left hand and it throbs. I clench my teeth to hold back tears. I hear a bottle tip over and feel something wet and cold on my leg, then an overwhelming stench. Gasoline just spilled all over the floor. Then there's silence.