I heard

Sheryl’s POV

I dropped the can of beer from the ground, watching it spread across the hardwood floors. My mind was whirling as the smoke began to fill the living room. I saw the smoke before I saw the flames, and

then the explosion came last.

I wasn’t sure I could stand up from the couch without falling over, but Brody was on his feet quickly, pulling me up with him. The screaming pierced my ears from those who were caught in the explosion. My heart was racing quickly against my chest; Brody kept his hold around my waist and was shuffling me toward the door. “I need to get Rachel and Becca…” My words came out as a hoarse whisper, and I thought he didn’t hear me. But he glanced down at me and narrowed his eyes. “I need to get you to safety,” he told me firmly.

I shook my head; tears filling my eyes as I shoved him away from me. “I need to get my friends,” I said louder, surprising him.

I took off toward the flames before he could say or do anything.

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