Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“But he has hundreds of scars!” I bellowed.
Philip chuckled, “Why do you think I said we switched to shock treatment when whipping him became ineffective?”
I wanted to vomit.
“He looks like a monster, but inside, he is actually a nice guy, which sucks for him because no one will stay with him longer than a few hours. He is pretty fucked up, you know?”
I spat in Philip’s direction. “I’m with him. I love him.”
“And he loves you,” he replied rubbing his shoe against my side table to wipe my spit off, “and that is exactly why killing you will break him.”
I stopped breathing.
“You... you’re goin’ to kill me?”
Philip smiled at me. “Yes, I am.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“Kane let my son burn to death, so I’m returning the favour.”
I widened my eyes to the point of pain.
Philip’s son was the person Kane locked in a room that was on fire?
I shook my head clear and focused on the main point of what he said. “What do you mean burn?” I screamed.
Philip stood up and retrieved a plastic bottle from his coat pocket—I guessed it to be a seven hundred and fifty millilitre bottle. He uncapped the bottle and began to squirt the liquid around the room.
I gripped my knee as Philip moved over to my storage press. He opened the door and pulled out numerous books and boxes of blank paper. He kicked the lids off the boxes of paper, picked up handfuls and threw them around the room. He then squirted more of the strong smelling liquid on the paper.
My insides churned and panic set in when he reached into his pocket and took out a silver lighter. He swiped it against his thigh and stared at the flame he created.
“He killed my kid,” Philip said as he stared at the dancing flame then flicked his eyes to me, “so I’m killing his and his girl. He’ll know what it feels like times two. I’m not going to kill him, but I’m going to cause him so much hurt that he wishes he was dead.”
He threw the lighter on the desk closest to mine and the desk instantly went up in flames thanks to whatever liquid he poured on it. The flames spread around the room. Wherever the liquid was squirted, a flame was there.
I looked around my room and screamed. I couldn’t see a thing through the flames and the growing thick black smoke.
I heard a door slam so I looked back to where Big Phil was stood seconds ago, but he wasn’t there. Through the flames I saw my classroom door was closed so I screamed as loud as I could for him to come back for me, but he didn’t.
He left me to burn.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood up off my chair and tried to walk towards my classroom door. When I put weight on my injured leg, I instantly fell to the ground, hitting the floor hard. I screamed so loud as the blinding pain took control of my leg. I began to cough then, and that snapped me back to reality.
I was going to burn to death.
The thought alone spurred me on. I used my good leg to push against the floor while I used my hands to pull myself. I felt around for my bag with every inch I gained, and I eventually grabbed the strap of it.
I coughed as I dug through it and fumbled with my phone as I gripped onto it with shaking hands. I couldn’t see the screen because my eyes stung so bad and blurred with the mixture of my tears and smoke that filled them.
I focused and used the swipe motion to unlock my phone. I saw the light grow bright, and I could make out the light-green phone app that brought me to my call list. I pressed it and then hit the last person who called me.
“Miss Collins?” I heard a shout from outside the door.
I screamed, “Help me, please!”
“Miss Collins!” a familiar young male’s voice shouted. “Are you in there? I see smoke.”
Caleb.
“Caleb!” I screamed. “Help me.”
“Miss Collins!” his voice hollered. “I’m goin’ to get you out of there!”
I heard banging on the door and I whimpered. He was trying his very best to kick it in.
“Aideen?” I heard a voice shout.
I didn’t know who it was, my ears were starting to ring. I cried out as my mind refocused on the pain in my leg.
“Help me!” I cried and spluttered.
“Aideen!”
I blinked my eyes and looked down to my phone.
Someone answered my call.
“I’m at the school,” I screamed. “He is goin’ to kill me. He set everythin’ on fire-” I cut myself off when a fit of coughing hit me.
“Aideen!” I heard his voice, screaming.
Kane?
I whimpered, “Kane. It’s Big Phil. He’s tryin’ to-”
I coughed again and dropped my phone in the process. I couldn’t see a thing so I tried to feel around for it, but I couldn’t find it.
I screamed, “No!”
I searched for my phone as a table next to me collapsed and the burning timber fell against me and burned my arm. I bellowed in pain and kicked myself away from the fire.
“Miss Collins!” Caleb’s voice screamed. “I’m goin’ to pull the fire alarm- Hey! Let go of me!”
I looked up as my classroom door opened and a body was thrust into the room. The door slammed closed once more and this time laughter followed.
“There, you have a little brat to keep you company.”
“You bastard!” I bellowed.
Philip laughed, “Give my regards to Marco, Miss Collins.”
I was about to reply when I suddenly felt hands on my arms. I screamed with fright because I couldn’t see anybody in front of me. The room was growing thick with smoke, and laying low on the floor seemed to be the only option.
“It’s me,” a voice said then coughed, “Caleb.”
Caleb.
Oh, God.
“Caleb,” I spluttered. “Get out of here right now.”
“And leave you?” he asked, coughing. “No. Come on.”
I cried, “Me leg, I think it’s broken.”
“Fuck,” Caleb growled then hooked his arm around my waist and pulled. He grunted as he hoisted me up to my feet.