A/n: I took a well deserved break from writing, and I'm back in the mood to write again! So, here's the next chapter!
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Chapter 7: Let It Burn
"Anaéa you bitch!" Malaya slapped Anaéa right in her face, her cheek quickly bruised.
"Fine, Laya, go save that whore!"
"No, you go save her!" She started to pull Anaéa's hair and threw her into the house window, breaking it.
Anaéa was now in the house; she stood up, and looked around. "FIRE!" Managed to escape her lips and she ran up the stairs and into Tiffany's room.
"Tiffany wake up!" She pushed Tiffany off of her bed and she landed on the floor in a loud thud.
"Ouch!" Tiffany said as she stood up and took off her head phones, soon as she stood up the ceiling collapsed.
With John.
"Are you sure we're not lost?" John asked Vince for the fifth time.
"Yes John! Now shut up!" Vince yelled.
"Are you tryin' to say that I'm annoying?"
"Precisely."
"Well too damn bad!" John looked out the window.
"Excuse me? Do you want to be fired?"
"No, can I get fired for bein annoyin'?"
"No, but I'm the boss, and I can do shit like that!" Vince smiled.
"Ha, ha, ha. Not funny!"
"Uh huh, that wasn't what Linda said last night." Vince mumbled.
"Eww, I heard that!"
With Malaya.
Malaya, being a dumb ass is trying to put her broken cell phone back together to call the police. A car passed by really fast, making water splash on Malaya.
"BITCH!"
With Tiffany and Anaéa.
Anaéa pushed the part of the ceiling off of Tiffany but realized she wasn't there.
"Tiffany!" Anaéa looked down to see a hole that went to the first floor, and Tiffany was lying on the first floor knocked out.
"I killed her." Tears streamed from her eyes. "It was all Malaya, will people believe that?"
Anaéa sat down on the burning bed, but she didn't notice it was burning all she could was think about the guilt that was running through her mind.
"AH!" Anaéa screamed, the fire on the bed burned her, and it was burning her clothes. She started to run screamed then fell threw the hole in the floor. The fire was out, thanks to who she landed on. Right on top of Tiffany.
She stood up and looked, she and Tiffany was right in the middle of a fire circle. She coughed, coughed, and coughed. Then she blacked out because of the smoke.
With John and Vince.
"Turn that corner!" Vince ordered the limo driver.
"There is too much smoke, boss, I can't see, want me to turn around?" The limo driver asked.
"Smoke? Stop right here!" John said and the driver stopped, John got out not waiting for the limo driver to open the door and he ran to the house to see Malaya crying on the ground and looked like she was playing with bits and pieces of something.
"Malaya? Whose house is on fire?"
"Tiffany's." Was all she could say as she started to cry more.
John tried to hold back tears as he pulled out his cell phone and called the police.
He ran into the house to see smoke, and fire. He pulled his shirt over his nose, and charged threw the fire.
He seen Tiffany and picked her up, and then looked at Anaéa her picked her up too, and struggled to bring them out side. He dropped Anaéa down near the side walk and the fire fighters came, they loaded Tiffany on the stretchers.
"Family only, sir." They said, John was trying to come in the ambulance.
"I'm her fiancée." John lied, thinking fast.
"Then come on, sir." Once John was in the doors closed, and took off the sirens blasting, loudly.
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