?Warning. Bloody scene.?
A loud thrumming of a phone interrupted her musings, her celebration that tonight the girl that wanted to snatch Lucas away from her will be gone for good. It’s a huge celebration for her.
Danika exited the party to booze knowing her plans will succeed.
“I bet she’s dead by now that’s why he’s calling me.” She muttered as she picked up the call.
“Yes, Raymond?” She spoke into the phone.
“Job’s done. ” Raymond muttered into the phone.
“Excellent. You deserve a pussy tonight.” Danika slurred.
Danika doesn’t know one thing, Raymond works for her mother, and assigning him to kill Sia and paying him gives him the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
Danika wants Sia gone.
Hera wants Sia gone.
And tonight he served both mother and daughter’s wishes. He has killed two birds with one stone.
“Don’t mind eating your pussy, Danika.” Raymond gushed, his cock rising as he leaned into the car wheel.
Unzipping his cock from its confines, he began stroking it, moaning into the phone so Danika could hear him.
“Drop by at the hotel, I’m going to give you my pussy then.” She whispered and hung up the call.
To think Raymond an errand boy to Hera will have the pussy of Hera’s precious daughter.
Just before he drove to the hotel, their rendezvous point, Raymond called Hera and informed her the deal has been done.
Sia sure will be on her way to hell.
**
The ballroom became a furnace or rather a sea of fire. Many people got wounded as they scampered around, aiming to dodge the fire crawling and snaking at all corners.
The fire service team already clustered in front of the hotel, sprinkling their water to quench the fire.
The reporters were also there firing information about the fire outbreak on different TV channels in the State.
It’s a disaster. To all.
The wounded people, most especially those near the hallway where the fire started were taken to the hospital instantly.
Cries, wails, grunts, profanities, and prayers bounced off everyone’s lips. Liam in his struggle to search for Sia got hit by a burning plank which fell from the window down to his forehead, smearing from the right side of his forehead to his cheek.
Thankfully, the wound is a minor one and the emergency team got to him on time.
Lucas’s senses riveted back and pains shot through him when he endeavored to erect himself to his feet.
The fire burning the table a few feet from him sent parching heat across his face. Everywhere is heated, filled with groans, scampering feats, blood, and fire. He couldn’t see what’s in a far distance.
Cradling his hand on his face he spotted blood oozing out of his nose, cheeks, and corners of his lips in frenzy. Wracking his mind for answers as to what happened, he remembered the sudden outburst that sent him flying across the floor until he hit his forehead on the wall and fainted.
His shirt is torn and he could feel the ache in his biceps. Peering at it, he sighted his burnt skin and the oozing blood.
“Shit!” Lucas screamed immediately he remembered that Sia was in the restroom before the explosion. The fear of letting his woman die the same type of death as her mother encased him.
Wobbly, Lucas propelled himself to his feet, dodging the fire by etching through some corners the fire haven’t reached. He trudged to the restroom. Blood oozed, seeping into his eyes.
Heavy breaths escaped his mouth.
However, Sia was stuck in the restroom. She saw the fire coming, fixing itself through the nook of the door and her panic attacks started.
Her hands began trembling and the tears dropping from her eyes snaked into her gaped mouth.
She staggered back, looking for a way to escape. She needs to escape.
No, she doesn’t want to die like this. She can’t die like her mother and brother.
Looking around frantically, Sia sighted the window. Edging close to it, she noticed the window was closed too. She tried to flick it open but it was fruitless, coupled with her trembling hands.
Fruitless.
Fruitless. The words like a reminder rang in her ears.
“You’ll die, Sia. Like your mother. Like your brother.”
“You’ll die, Sia.”
“You’ll die, Sia.” The stifling voice vibrated in her eardrum. Wailing, she cradled her hands on her ears, wanting to shut the voice down but it kept ringing, thrumming, it hurts.
She was scared.
Streaks of smoke
streamed into the restroom. It’s very thick. Sia got immersed in the thick smoke. It hampered her breathing and the fire slowly inched closer.
She was confused. She was scared. What will she do?
As she cried more smoke slipped into her system and in a jiffy, she began coughing. Profusely.
“Someone help me…” She mumbled, choking on the smoke.
Her legs buckled and she rolled onto the floor, the smoke made it impossible for her to breathe. From shallow breaths, her eyes begin to shut down. All willingness and struggle to stay alive until help comes withered.
Before her consciousness folded, Sia remembered one thing.
Just like her mother got burnt to ashes without help, she too will burn to ashes without help.
“History repeated itself.” With tears glued at the duct of her eyes, she smiled, a wistful smile, and clamped her eyes closed.
?Ten Minutes Later.?
“Ahh! Ahh!” Lucas howled as he hit a plank on the sturdy glass window of the restroom. All the while calling on Sia.
“Sia, don’t give up. Don’t give up.” He said, forcefully chucking the glass with the plank.
Sweat drizzled from his pores, blood flowing down his face.
“Break the fuck down!” He yelled, hitting the glass and the fire crawled closer inch by inch.
The last attempt to break the glass was coupled with his feet. The moment he hit his foot on the glass, it broke, some shards dipped into his legs while others rained on the floor.
“Sia!!” He called, clenching into the restroom where he saw her, his world, surrounded by a small fire. It was as if the fire reached her stead seconds ago.
Panting profusely, he staggered toward her, the fire biting into his pants but he didn’t care as he picked her up from the floor and hastened to the window.
Unfortunately, the fire service hadn’t reached this side, so Lucas carried Sia with all the pains he’s feeling and trudged outside.
Sia’s hand was dangling by the side, her face pressed against his chest.
With tears, Lucas made it outside where a sea of reporters were flashing their camera lights, reporting about the scene. He saw the paramedics, wheeling the victims into the ambulance.
The police rounded the building, investigating about the explosion.
Staggering to the base of the stairs, everyone turned their heads to look at Lucas with the unconscious widow cradled in his arms.
It’s just like a scene in the movie where the hero saves the heroine but this time it’s real.
Lucas slumped to his feet seconds after as he couldn’t endure the pain again but he never let Sia slip from his arms.
He wants to hold on, now and forever. No backing out.