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The wind shoved the door that Gordo had not completely closed wide open. It crashed back against the wall causing Lizzie and Miranda to jump.
Lizzie rushed forward, grabbed the wooden frame and pushed the door shut. She leaned against it and looked over at Miranda who was trying to hide a snicker.
"Don't laugh," Lizzie exclaimed, a smile tugging at her own rosy lips. The shock of the door suddenly flinging open had sent her heart pounding. Her fingers traced to the lock where she flipped it firmly into place.
The wind was relentless, it howled around the corners of the house, rattling the windows. Lizzie gave a shiver and rubbed her hands up her arms. "I really don't think Gordo should have left."
Miranda titled her head at her as she leaned against the small island in the kitchen. "You miss him?"
Lizzie narrowed her eyes as she stared at her friend. She was worried about him but she certainly didn't miss the tone in Miranda's voice. "What do you mean by that?"
Miranda shrugged innocently. "I don't mean anything."
"Yeah, uh huh, sure," Lizzie stated impatiently.
Miranda smirked. "Well, don't you?"
"Don't I what?"
Miranda sighed and leaned back against the sink. "You like Gordo."
Lizzie felt the words hit her like a bucket of cold water. "Gordo?" Yeah, sure he was cute, and he was friendly, and she had a lot of fun with him. But the same description could be applied to a puppy. "I don't like Gordo. I mean, well, I like him, but I don't like him."
Miranda smirked as she pulled a spoonful of chocolate out of the jar of icing and licked it off. "All right, Lizzie, whatever you say."
"I hate it when you do that." Lizzie whimpered. "I think I'm a good source on who I do and don't like. And I don't like David Gordon."
Miranda smirked but said nothing else as she helped herself to another spoonful.
An odd expression crossed Lizzie's face as she walked back over to the window.
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.
"It's quiet, almost too quiet," Lizzie stated. She flipped the latch to the window and slid it up. The wind seemed to have stopped, like it was catching it's breath, a breeze ruffled her hair. A slow sound filled the black night, almost as though someone were cranking an old horn. The steady wail filled the air and washed over her, becoming louder. The wind began to pick up in it's fierceness, the force even stronger than before, Lizzie felt herself stumble back as another sound, a loud roar almost like a train filled the house.
Miranda dropped the spoon and covered her ears. "What's happening?" she yelled.
Lizzie didn't have time to answer, the large oak that had towered behind the house for so many years suddenly crashed on top of the kitchen.
Gordo happily tapped his fingers along the steering wheel happily singing along to the song when the car suddenly rocked. It was as though a semi had passed him very close, but he was the only car on the road. Confused his hand shot forward and snapped off the radio. He looked wildly around easing his foot off the gas pedal. He'd seen no other cars for several minutes.
The wind ripped along the body of the car. It was becoming hard to control.
Something rolled in front of the headlights. Gordo squinted, it looked like something entirely too big to be carried by the wind alone.
A sinking feeling in his stomach, he tried to pull the car over to the side of the road. But it seemed to be bucking and pulling on its own accord now. The thunderous sound of a train suddenly racked the car and it jolted again. Moments before his head smashed into the windshield, Gordo felt the oddest sensation that he was flying.