Chapter 6: Helping Her Out, Holding Her Back
The instant the door of Mamma Joy's shut, Amy's body crumpled to the ground. All the adrenaline that had been pushing her to continue now swept out of her body in one big wave. Her lungs burned, and her hand was beginning to blister but most of all, her heart hurt.
When Amy saw the beam crash down to separate her from Ephram, everything had stopped. She was torn in two in that one instant. One side of her longed to stay with the boy who meant more to her than she wanted to believe, the other side needing to get out so that she could save herself and him. Her heart controlled the first side, her head the latter. Her head had won out and her heart was in agony from the defeat. Her aching lungs were pierced with pain as she began to sob. She wanted with all her being to be inside that diner, holding Ephram's hand, listening to his rich voice sooth her nerves. Now, she might never have that again.
As a fresh wave of tears flooded her face, she felt a pair of soft, strong arms envelop her and she allowed her body to settle comfortably in the warm aura, not caring who she was leaning against, just caring that whoever it was felt safe, knowing she was being protected.
Her human pillow began to rock her back and forth as tears continued to cascade down her face. A soothing murmur flowed into her ears, the words illegible but the sounds and the breath warm and comforting. Large hands rubbed her back and left her feeling almost complete.
Amy wallowed in the presence of this angel for several minutes as her tears began to subside, eventually slowing to a light but steady trickle. She couldn't completely stop, she wouldn't be able to until the arms that held her were Ephram's. With this in mind, Amy pulled sharply away from the reassuring presence, turning her self off from the warm embrace, and revealing her body to the rough, smoky air, mind determined to forget about herself and this relief and focus instead on the boy who lay inside the burning restaurant, holding her heart.
As Amy pulled away she felt the large hands tighten on her arms, trying to hold her back. Enraged that someone was trying to keep her from getting up and helping Ephram, she forcibly tore herself from the hands and looked up to glare into the eyes of the man who had held her but now, was infuriating her. But when she saw that she recognized the eyes, her glare turned into shock and surprise. Shock at whom she was seeing and surprise at what she was feeling as she looked into those eyes.
A/N: I know it's horribly short and mean and evil, especially since it's been so long since I updated (camp, computer problems, and writer's block) but I really liked this cliffhanger and I'm curious to see whom ya'll think the "angel" is. I think it's pretty obvious but I wanna know what you think. So review and maybe the next chapter will be longer. Sorry about the weird characters. FF's been doing that a lot lately and I don't know how to fix it. NEway, thanks for reading, please review.
The instant the door of Mamma Joy's shut, Amy's body crumpled to the ground. All the adrenaline that had been pushing her to continue now swept out of her body in one big wave. Her lungs burned, and her hand was beginning to blister but most of all, her heart hurt.
When Amy saw the beam crash down to separate her from Ephram, everything had stopped. She was torn in two in that one instant. One side of her longed to stay with the boy who meant more to her than she wanted to believe, the other side needing to get out so that she could save herself and him. Her heart controlled the first side, her head the latter. Her head had won out and her heart was in agony from the defeat. Her aching lungs were pierced with pain as she began to sob. She wanted with all her being to be inside that diner, holding Ephram's hand, listening to his rich voice sooth her nerves. Now, she might never have that again.
As a fresh wave of tears flooded her face, she felt a pair of soft, strong arms envelop her and she allowed her body to settle comfortably in the warm aura, not caring who she was leaning against, just caring that whoever it was felt safe, knowing she was being protected.
Her human pillow began to rock her back and forth as tears continued to cascade down her face. A soothing murmur flowed into her ears, the words illegible but the sounds and the breath warm and comforting. Large hands rubbed her back and left her feeling almost complete.
Amy wallowed in the presence of this angel for several minutes as her tears began to subside, eventually slowing to a light but steady trickle. She couldn't completely stop, she wouldn't be able to until the arms that held her were Ephram's. With this in mind, Amy pulled sharply away from the reassuring presence, turning her self off from the warm embrace, and revealing her body to the rough, smoky air, mind determined to forget about herself and this relief and focus instead on the boy who lay inside the burning restaurant, holding her heart.
As Amy pulled away she felt the large hands tighten on her arms, trying to hold her back. Enraged that someone was trying to keep her from getting up and helping Ephram, she forcibly tore herself from the hands and looked up to glare into the eyes of the man who had held her but now, was infuriating her. But when she saw that she recognized the eyes, her glare turned into shock and surprise. Shock at whom she was seeing and surprise at what she was feeling as she looked into those eyes.
A/N: I know it's horribly short and mean and evil, especially since it's been so long since I updated (camp, computer problems, and writer's block) but I really liked this cliffhanger and I'm curious to see whom ya'll think the "angel" is. I think it's pretty obvious but I wanna know what you think. So review and maybe the next chapter will be longer. Sorry about the weird characters. FF's been doing that a lot lately and I don't know how to fix it. NEway, thanks for reading, please review.
