Protect My Heart

Chapter 23

Suggested song: "Hallelujah"
By: Jeff Buckley

Clover

"Logan?" I shouted, my voice reverberating through the loud street full of ambulance trucks. The deafening sirens coupled with the screams of children and worried adults.

My hands fisted my hair, gripping the thick locks. Waiting to hear his voice.

Come on, baby. Speak. Shout. I need to hear you're alive.

No sound. No familiar rough voice. He was gone. He was in the burning building full of dead bodies and fire. He was one of them. My knees trembled at the thought.

"Ms? Ms, are you all right?"

My teary face met the concerned fireman. "Did you find him?"

He shook his head. "No. We haven't gotten the chance to get into the building. We can't take the risk. It will collapse."

"You're not going in?" My throat gargled. "No. No. No. My husband is still there. You have to do something..."

"Ms, you must understand we can't risk a lot of people's lives just for one person."

Fury flamed my veins. "So, his life doesn't matter? Are you saying my husband's life doesn't matter?" Jumping out of the ambulance truck, I winced at the pain in my leg. I must've sprained it when I fell. "I'm getting him myself then. I'll save him."

Logan mattered more than anyone. I couldn't let him die this way. He didn't get to die when we had so many hopes and dreams, and a long life ahead of us.

"Ms, you can't be serious! You can't go in there."

"Yes, I can. He is the most important person to me, and I'll be damned if I let him die. We didn't come all this way for him to die. And if you're not going to do anything then I will."

He gripped my arm; the unwanted touch increased my fury. "Ms, I don't think you understand how dangerous this is –"

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed, shoving his hand off. "Oh, I understand very well how dangerous it is, but it's not going to stop me. No. My husband has risked his life plenty of times for me, so it's only fair I do the same."

"I can't let you go back there."

"The hell you can't! I am going to get my husband, and get the hell –"

The familiar ringtone vibrated in my purse, and I shuffled through it to find the damn device.

The fireman glanced at my phone. "You should get that. It's probably someone who cares about you."

I huffed, smacking the phone against my ear, ready to shout. "What?"

"Midge –"

"Mason, I don't have time for this. I will call you back."

"Midge, wait! I have Logan!"

His announcement reduced my anger. My pulse pummelled under my skin. "What did you just say?"

"I have Logan. He's with me," he said which brought my walls tumbling down. "We're at the back of the bar, but Midge –"

I hung up, my heart leaping with joy. The fireman stood confused as I

I cut him off, quickly, heart leaping with joy. The confused fireman watched me sprint off, in the opposite direction of the bar's entrance. He knew I wouldn't rush inside the burning building. He didn't come after me. I gave everything into my sprint: my energy, the intention of seeing him, and not caring about my pained ankle. I'd kicked the heels off long ago. Glass shards crunched under my bare feet, but the pain was barely there. Logan mattered unlike anything else.