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Chapter 3: A Plane Crashed on My Front Door

Chapter 3

A Plane Crashed on my Front Door

Sam heard a sharp siren and zooming past the stillness of the midnight air just before a huge crash came from just outside her house. The ground shook and the walls rattled. Dust from the ceiling fell down on her, causing her small frame to shake as she coughed from the tiny particles gong up her nose. Sam immediately rolled away from her bed, ducking away just as a part her drywall gave away and collapsed.

Her brown eyes widened and she stared through the massive hole in her room, seeing parts of a plane wreckage in the middle of the street. The ringing in her ears muted every other sound other than her heart pounding in her chest and the steady, rhythmic pulsing in her temples. She weakly sat down the floor, still disoriented. A loud clang from a falling metal part made her jump, her ears finally adjusting after the deafening explosion. Sam clutched her chest, forcing herself to calm down while her small body started trembling just from being startled so suddenly.

"Sam! Sam you there?"

The disoriented woman in question barely heard the knocking on her front door, but she managed to crawl towards her bedroom door to pry it open and slip outside. Peeking from the corner of the hallway, she saw the wreckage from the inside of her house. There was broken glass everywhere near her mother's credenza which is now lying face down, the finest china and precious vases inside shattered to pieces without a shadow of a doubt. Sam cringed, forgetting her newly formed trauma for a second while she imagined her mother's pissed face.

This crash just outside my house didn't kill me, but Mami certainly will.

The incessant knocking brought her back to the shocking reality and Sam rushed to the door. She opened it to find a worried Ella, still in her sleepwear, giving Sam a once over to check her for any injuries. And that's when Sam's emotions came rushing in. The first drops of tears rolled from her eyes before she felt soft arms wrapping around her and the tender words whispered on her ear.

"Hey, it's going to be okay..."

Amidst the coming sirens of police and the barrage of ambulances, Sam doubted if everything really is going to be okay. But the tight, comforting squeeze and the loving kiss Ella planted on the top of her head told her otherwise. If Ella is with her, then everything is going to be okay.

Everything will be okay.

"How about you," Sam asked tearfully as she looked up at bright green eyes. "Are you okay?"

Elaa kissed her tears away and smiled at Sam. "I'm fine. Just a little startled. I was almost scared half to death when I saw your house, though."

Sam was confused about Ella's statement so she pulled away from the embrace to walk away from her front door and look back at the real damage to her house.

Aside from the gaping hole on the wall overlooking her bedroom, half of her roof has collapsed into a crumpled mess of fiberglass composite shingles and bits of wood sticking out as a whole wing of a plane lay on top of it, threatening structural collapse any minute now. And it seems like it heard Sam's thoughts because another shrill, creaking sound rang through the neighborhood before the half of her house fell down on itself. Ella barely even managed to run out of the way before Sam's front door fell forward and onto her porch in one loud, solid thud. The grade school teacher rushed to Sam's side, surreptitiously snaking an arm around the shorter woman's waist as Sam heard loud gasps from the people around her and even from her other neighbors, no doubt witnessing her house become... a pile of rubbish.

Sam was absolutely horrified. If Ella didn't make her come outside and checked on her, she might be a bloody Cuban pancake by now. Or worse. She could be an unidentified bloody pancake.