Chapter Twelve

The crash is so loud that my eardrums ring.

It's so disorienting that I forget where I am for a moment. I'm stuck to the mattress, even though all of my instincts are screaming at me to get up. Whatever that sound was definitely came from downstairs.

I find the nerve to stand despite my crippling fear. I reach the door and press my ear to it. I don't hear a sound. I open the door and when it creaks, my heart drops. I wait a few seconds more before taking another step. The smell of smoke immediately hits me and I wave my hand around my face. There's smoke everywhere. Something is on fire.

I rush down the stairs and I see shards of glass on the floor. The curtains are on fire. I go to the kitchen and find a bucket. It isn't as big as I hoped it would be, but I waste no time filling it with tap water.

I need to fill the bucket twice before the fire is out. It's a good thing I decided to get up. Who knew happened if I had stayed in the bedroom? The house would've burned down and I'd d