On The Run

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Adam and I looked towards each other not knowing what to do. Should we call the police? We weren't sure. This could be an act maybe he would settle down. Maybe he wouldn't. How would we know. Soon Jackson turned and started to drizzle the gas on the other side of the house. I felt a tear run down my cheek as I thought about how everything would work out if he actually lit the house on fire. Would he be taken to jail? Would Adam move in with me? Would Julia go back to her old ways?

"What do we do?" I asked Adam frantically.
"I don't fucking know! He's gonna run out of gas and have to go get more so should we go and get some of our shit?" He asked not knowing what to do as well.
"It's a risk we have to take to get some of your valuables."
He nodded and we ran into the house rushing to grab anything we didn't want to burn. I grabbed the urn placed on the top of the mantle I knew that Adam would want his fathers ashes. I looked around for anything else with actual value. I ended up grabbing some of the fine china that Julia's grandmother gifted her before she passed away. I filled up a box I found in a closet with a few other things and searched around a little more. I grabbed Julia's suitcase and ran it out to the front lawn. I placed it in Adam's car so it would be protected. I then ran upstairs and found Adam sobbing in his room. I rushed over to the bed and grabbed him.

"I know this is hard but you need to grab this stuff let's go. Now." I said sternly.

I helped him gather up some stuff that included a foodball his dad gave him, a family portrait, his camera, and a few clothes. He ran to his closet and grabbed a small locked box. I wondered what was inside. He ran down the stairs and I heard the front door open. I slowly went to Jackson's room. We made so many memories here. It wasn't my home but it felt as if it was. I was here a lot in my child hood and I still am to this day. Maybe Jackson wouldn't actually do it. We could be doing this for nothing but I knew they would have wanted to save some things. I looked around Jackson's room. I didn't see much I would think to save but I did see the baseball he found in his great grandfathers barn, he died from cancer a few years back. I grabbed it and put it in the box.

A few a few minutes of looking through the upstairs I started to smell smoke.