The Bookworm Girl

10. Secret Out

      After Roy parked the van-i call it- we all when inside his house, which is not a regular house, maybe from the outside, not the inside is completely different. Once you walk in, your welcomed with dark polished wood planks, a staircase with the most fuzzy looking carpet, and with a calm paint color on the walls makes the place feel so homey. 

   All the kids went into the kitchen, probably to eat dinner. I went into the living room and sat down on a comfortable looking grey couch. Roy plopped down next to me before turning on the TV-which is a flat screen by the way, I really wish I had one. 

"So what's up?" Hmm, I mean I only had a panic attack for like four hours and then you guys showed up, I had to deal with my therapist I- sure everything well!

"Oh nothing much..just, nervous?" He twists his position so he's facing me fully.

"Do you want to tell me this now? I mean if your not ready you don't have to tell me Seeds." And there you are with the nicknames. I don't know why i'm being so snappy right now. Relax Isabel, relax.

"Can we go somewhere more, private?" I look at the TV, I don't want-

"Wow I didn't know you wanted to have s-" I slapped my hand over his mouth and glared at him. He bit me hand and I yanked it back.

"What the fudge? Why did you bite my hand!" I held my poor hand he bit on. I got up and headed towards the staircase with Roy trailing behind- its's funny because this is his house and i'm leading the way, not funny okay moving on. 

   I reach the top of the stairs and I awkwardly stand there till he reached the top. He walked to the furthest door-room-i'm assuming it's his room. He opens the door and sits on his bed as I look at the place for a quick second before sitting down. His room is like any other teenage boy, a basketball hoop and obviously a basketball, he has a few jerseys hanging up, his walls are painted a dark blue which goes along with his black bedsheets. The carpets really fuzzy to my surprise, hate to admit it, but softer than mine. Sad Face. 

" I know your probably wondering why I was in with a therapist right?( I bring my knees to my chest) So, i'll just start from the beginning. I've never told anyone about this not even Toby because he's too young and he won't understand." I look at the basketball hoop and I take a deep breath. Let's get on with this.

" It all started when I was about four. My family perfect, My mom had the perfect personality she loved to talk, she was just full of positivity no matter what situation you could say. My father, well he was more the serious kind of guy, when he was stressed out and just worried for nothing my mom would always cheer him up. It's hard to explain, but they were soulmates in few words. Nothing would break them apart, even in the end. 

   One night, in April I woke up to the smell of fire. I was covered in sweat. My room was filled with smoke and I couldn't stop coughing. I panicked because my parents never taught me what to do in a fire- I don't remembering them telling me, anyways I got out of my room to see everything was on fire downstairs, literally. All the furniture, the carpet, the walls, even the staircase, the only thing that wasn't on fire was upstairs, but that was soon to change. I ran to my parents room and woke them up.

   I couldn't help but cry as my mom went to get my younger sister and brother. Riley was only  eight months old and Tyler was two in a half. My parents went down stairs to grab something leaving me with my crying siblings. I grabbed my bed sheet and started tying them together and Tyler opened the window. I threw the material down only to have it catch on fire. The fire department got there and pulled out a huge ladder that connected from their truck. My sister caught on fire somehow. I saw her burn, I tried to stop it, but it only spreader even more. My little brother ran downstairs to find my parents. I ran out of my room to see if my parents were there. When I looked downstairs I see a huge chunk of wood on my parents their eyes were painfully closed as the fire got onto their clothes. The fire was closing in on me as I remember my mother screaming in pain. My Father did the same, but told me to run. In the corner of my eye, I saw my little brother trapped, the fire was everywhere. I couldn't get to him no matter what I did.