My Stupid, Annoying, Possesive, Alpha Mate

Chapter 4

"Kerryn! Kerryn come down here! Kerryn!" Aunt Jasmines screams came from downstairs and I heard them.

And yet with the smoke fulling my nostrils and the flames flashing before my eyes, I, Kerryn Jean Stone, would not move a muscle.

"Kerryn!"  Jasmine slammed her fists on my door and I turned, tears blurring my vision as the door swung open, Jasmine tearing inside and picking me up. The flames were hot, burning fury against my skin, Jasmine had been burnt the most, but she didn't care.

"Mommy!" I cried out, pushing myself out of Jasmine's grip, I fell to the floor, screaming as the flames bore into my skin.

Jasmine leant down and stared into my eyes, "Kerryn, she will come back, I promise," she picked me up once more, wrapping my thin legs around her waist, "but now we must go!"

She ran down the stairs and yelled out as the staircase collapsed beneath her feet, she let go of me and we both fell to the burning flames below.

"Momma! Dadda!" I screamed out, clawing at the burning wood and brick as debris fell around us.

Jasmine, hair wild and arms flailing grabbed my arm and she threw me out of the house, there was the sensation of falling, that helpless feeling that struck my gut before I hit the ground.

There was the sick snapping of bone as I landed and I lay, my chest going up and down rapidly. I dared not look at the house...

Me, a little six-year old with a broken leg and burning hair was lying outside her house. I opened my mouth to scream, Jasmine came up behind me and clamped her hand down on it.

"Quiet," she hissed, "pretend to be dead, or the rogues will get us."

Then she turned and was gone. I looked around, panic racing through my veins.

"Jasmine," I whispered, tears fulling my eyes, "Jasmine?"

My eyes fell on my house. The burning mountain of flames.

I looked up. Ash was falling from the sky, remnants of my old life.

"Arak, come! I think there's someone over there!" The voice came from behind. On hearing it, I closed my eyes and held my breath, scared to breathe.

I heard footsteps and the clicking of a gun.

Oh, God, no, don't kill me now.

I felt hot breath on my ear. "Run." 

I did exactly as I was told. The gun went off as I leapt into the bushes.

"Was there someone there?"  A rogue asked.

"Yes," Arak said, "but I took care of her."

"Good."

I watched as the two shadowed men walked away, for just a second Arak looked at me. He had one brown eye, one blue. He winked.

Then I turned and saw my mother and father lying spread eagled on the ground.

Dead.

I opened my mouth to scream.

"Kerryn! Kerryn!"

My eyes opened. Trent.

He looked at me worridly. "Okay?" He asked.

I shook my head and leapt into his arms, "Trent..." I sobbed, "they were good people... such good people Trent.... all they ever wanted to do was help... to help Trent... then the rogues came and... and... and..." I cried out.

"Hush, hush." He said, patting my back. He set me down on the bed. "Who were you dreaming about, Kerryn?"

I looked at him.

"My parents."