A/N: What was Brittney up to while Simon, Jeanette and Eleanor were at the library? Did she stay alive? Or Did she meet a cruel death? This is the chapter to find out.
Chapter 10: Bath
"Brittney! We're going to the library!" Brittney laid on her bed on her side. "Whatever…" She mumbled to herself. Then she heard Simon yell again. "Stay safe!"
Brittney snickered. Stay safe from what? She thought. There is nothing in this house that could hurt me. Jeanette's just acting crazy. I mean, why would I suddenly die?
She got up and went over to her closet. She grabbed her pink bathrobe. She took off her clothes and put the robe on. She then proceeded to the bathroom.
Brittney walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath. She put her hand under the running water. Soothing, she thought with a smile. She grabbed a bottle of bubble bath and poured it in. The bubbles grew in the tub.
She stepped out of the bathroom and back into her room. She grabbed her cordless radio and walked back to the bathroom. The water was still running.
She placed the radio on the counter and turned the bathtub faucet off. She shut the bathroom door and locked it.
Brittney flipped on the radio and it began to play jazz. She smiled. She took off her robe. Before entering, she looked at her nude body in the mirror. She smiled again and opened the medicine cabinet. She grabbed a razor and climbed into the bathtub.
As she slowly sat down in the warm bubbly water, she shut her eyes and listened to the music coming out of the radio. She opened them when she heard static coming from it.
She groaned and got out of the bathtub. She grabbed the radio and hit it a couple of times. The static stopped and she got back into bath tub. She placed the radio on the side of bathtub. She then laid back once more and shut her eyes.
The static came back and, without opening her eyes, Brittney tried to hit the radio. She hit the edge and the radio move towards the water. Brittney opened her eyes in time to see the small electric radio fall into the bathtub. She winced and closed her eyes. Jeanette was right, she thought. I'm going to die now. I'm going to di-
Brittney opened one eye. She saw the small radio floating in the bathwater. She let out a relieved breath. There was no electricity shock. The small radio was battery powered and therefore, did not have an electrical current running through it.
Brittney sighed. So much for jazz, she thought. She picked up the dripping wet radio and put it next to the tub. She picked up her razor and began to shave her legs. She slowly moved the blade up her leg.
The radio, with it's switch still in the ON position, tried to transmit a signal. It only succeeded in producing a loud cracking sound.
The crack startled Brittney and she jumped. The razor dug up her leg and cut her deep. "Ohh!!" She moaned. Blood began to trickle down her leg.
Brittney got up and hobbled over to the sink. There were a bunch of supplies under it. Brittney opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a water-proof band-aid. She dried the area around the cut and placed the band-aid on her leg. She walked back to the tub, leaving the cabinet open.
As she walked back, she kicked the wet radio to the other side of the room, under the towel rack. She smiled and stepped back into the tub and proceeded to shave.
The radio, which was dripping wet, was sitting under the towel rack. Under the towel rack on the wall was an electrical outlet. A single bead of water slid from the radio and into the socket. A spark ignited and a small flame emerged from the outlet.
Brittney, humming and shaving, did not notice the flame on the other side of the room.
The small flame grew slightly and ignited the towel hanging on the towel rack. Within seconds, the towel was in flames.
Out of the corner of her eye, Brittney saw the glowing. She glanced at the towel rack and saw that it was on fire. She didn't know where the fire came from, but she didn't care. She frantically splashed some water onto it to try and put it out.
The fire retreated momentarily as the water hit some of it, but then grew bigger. The towel burned and a part of it fell to the rug on the floor. The flame from the piece of towel ignited the rug.
Brittney screamed and leaped out of the bathtub. She ran for the door. The flame on the rug reached the open cabinet. In the cabinet was a glass bottle of Acetone(or nail polish remover).
Brittney reached the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Why did I lock it?! She thought to herself. There's no one home!! She fumbled with the lock, too terrified to keep her hand from shaking.
The flame reached the glass bottle of Acetone. The glass heated up and turned orange. Brittney turned the lock and began to open the door. Yes! She thought.
The glass bottle exploded from the pressure. The Acetone in the bottle caused the explosion to reach a higher level. Shards of glass darted across the room in every direction. Brittney was about to run out the door when she felt something stick into her back. She yelled in pain. She fell backwards and onto the floor.
Brittney saw white. She heard the crackle of fire. Brittney realized that the white she saw was the bathroom ceiling. I'm going to make it! She thought. She tried to get up. She couldn't. The shard of glass that stuck her in the back punctured her spine. She was paralyzed.
Brittney's mind screamed. She couldn't open her mouth. The flames followed the rug closer to Brittney. Her hair lit on fire. Brittney wanted to cry, but she couldn't. The flame followed her hair up to her body.
The water on her body dried up in a matter of seconds and her body began to burn. She could feel the heat and she tried to scream in pain. No sound escaped her lips. She continued to stare up at the ceiling. Unable to move, Brittney burned. Her flesh blackened and cracked. Blood seeped out of the cracks, but dried up in the flame. Brittney's mind continued to scream in pain. Then, Brittney's mind shut down from the heat. She no longer thought. She no longer saw the ceiling.
Brittney was dead.
Mere seconds after her life ceased, the pipe under the sink burst from the pressure. Water spurted all over the room, putting out the flame. The spray slowed as the water decreased and eventually stopped. The room was wet and quiet. Brittney's burnt, lifeless body lay in front of the open doorway, her escape so close.
The radio suddenly popped and crackled. Then, soft jazz began to play, cutting the silence away.
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Simon, Jeanette and Eleanor burst through the front door of the Miller's house. Eleanor sniffed. "I smell smoke!" She ran into the kitchen. Simon followed. Jeanette turned her head towards the stairs and sniffed. She collected her thoughts and ran up the stairs.
From inside the kitchen, Simon and Eleanor heard Jeanette scream. They looked at each other and then ran up the stairs.
When they reached the top of the stairs, they saw Jeanette in the hallway in front of the bathroom, on her knees and crying. Simon and Eleanor rushed over. Eleanor, too, screamed when she saw Brittney's burnt, nude body. The two sisters, Jeanette and Eleanor, wept together. Simon only stared at Brittney with wide eyes, to shocked to speak. The jazz was still playing, soft and sad.
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Waddaya think? We all knew Brittney had it coming, right? I mean, she was the one who didn't believe. It was just going to be her dying by the radio falling in the tub, but then I realized that that is just too boring. Haha. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Who do you think is next??? Thanks getting me fifty reviews on my first story!! Lets make it more! Review please!! Thanks for reading. See ya next time!