Hey guys, me again. Okay, so I was super excited to have finally gotten my nerves up to publish a story that I just have to put up Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be sometime this week. Maybe even tomorrow!!! Big thanks to vicki fan forever for adding me to her favorites list. It really motivated me. Thanks for giving me a chance!!!
DISCLAIMER: ONCE AGAIN, I DO NOT OWN THE TITLE SUPERNATURAL, THE BOYS, OR ANYTHING THAT GOES WITH THEM!!!
As 18-year-old Brandon Forrester drove down the narrow lane to his house, he wondered if his mom put some leftovers away for him. Moments later, he saw his home engulfed in flames. "No! NO!", he screams as he stops his car. Brandon races into the burning house to find the kitchen and family room completely engulfed. "MOM!", he screams, "MOM!" As he races up the stairs, he silently begs for his mother's and sister's life. He slams through the door to his baby sister's room. He finds her in her crib, red-faced and screaming. He quickly picks her up and scans the room. He hurries down the hall and into his mother's room. Smoke begins to clog his throat and he can barely breathe. With no sight of his mother, Brandon staggers down the stairs and outside as the house falls down around him.
As he gets into the car holding his sister, he cries. Tears that streamed down his face while he was backing away from the burning house, continue as he drives his sister to the hospital. He cries because he knows his mother is dead. He can feel it. He cries because his sister will never know her or their father. He cries because he is alone and afraid.
By the time he makes it to the hospital, he had regained his composure. He walks into the hospital and says, "Somebody help me!". A nurse comes from the back and leads him into a private room. As the nurse pages the doctor, two patrolmen walk past the room and Brandon overhears their conversation. "Hey! Jared just got a call out to the house on Millins Rd. Henry Foster's house. It's on fire.", says one of the cops. The other replies, "Oh man, everybody okay?" The first cop shakes his head and says, "Whole house was engulfed. They don't think anyone could have made it out ali-", he pauses and then remembers something, "Except the kid, their son. His car wasn't there and nobody knows where he is." The second cop replied, "That's too bad. Henry was a good man. Nice family too. Adrianna just had a little girl."
Brandon, so engrossed in their conversation, misses the question the nurse asks. He turns to her and says, "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" The nurse smiles and says, "Yes, what's your name, sir?" Brandon looks her right in the eyes and without flinching says, "Kevin. Kevin Hollis." The nurse says, "Okay, Mr. Hollis, what happened?" Brandon plasters a smile on his face and prepares to play a part. "Yes, I'm a big idiot," he begins, "I lit a fire in the fireplace and fell asleep. I guess we were a bit too close to it. When I came to, she was screaming and my house was smoky." He adds an apologetic smile and the nurse replies, "Surprisingly, it's a common mistake. What's her name?" Brandon pauses for a moment and says, "Carter. She's my daughter."
Yes, I know...CLIFFHANGER!!! Don't worry guys, I won't keep you waiting long. Peace and love, Azade!!!