Ok so it has been about a hundred and ten years since I uploaded anything... sorry about that, SSCC's Nursing program is getting the better of me! SO, for my friends who have been begging me to do this, here you go! Thanks so much for continuing to harass me! I promis more will frequent updates... so so sorry! Love ya TT Buddy! In the Face of Darkness, darling, this is for you! Thanks and happy reading... sorry so short:-)
Chapter 4
"We're fine, Doug." The calm woman's voice came across the cellular phone.
"You sure? I mean Clavo, he…"
"Doug, listen to me, we're fine. There's a crack in the wall but everything is fine. The earthquake only did minimal damage to the house so just relax. Clavo's sleeping and we're fine. I'll call you if we have any problems." The babysitter reassured Doug.
The cop closed the phone and handed it back to Fuller. He breathed a heavy sigh as he turned his back to the officers who were waiting anxiously to enter the building. He could feel his emotions tugging at him. He wanted to leave and go get Clavo and hold him tightly. He wanted to reassure himself the young boy was alright. He needed desperately to find his brother to find a sense of comfort that Joey was alive. He took a jagged breath and closed his eyes while rubbing the bridge of his nose. He wasn't about to give up on Joey, not yet.
"No, you're not going in there and that's final." Fuller instructed Hoffs. She looked quickly to her right and watched Hanson and Booker watching her intently.
"Captain, please, this is Joey. He's young, and he's probably hurt. We have to get to him before something else happens."
"Cap…" Hoffs grasped Fuller by the arms as the ground started to shake violently for the second time that day. Her eyes were wide as her mouth hung agape with terror.
"Joey!" Doug shouted as he charged across the lawn and towards the school building; following closely behind him were Hanson, Booker and Ioki.
"Penhall, NO!" Fuller shouted as he watched his officers charge into the school.
The violent aftershock was over in no time but the men were no longer visible as they were now through the door and inside of what was left of the school.
Joey's free right hand clawed at the surface of the beam. It was starting to constrict his breathing. He couldn't take a full breath due to the weight of the object pinning him to the floor. It could have been the fact that the dust and debris were filling his lungs with potentially harmful toxins. He felt the nerves in his body racing like crazy all over him. He could feel himself shaking as he closed his eyes and tried to take in a relaxing breath. It just hurt so badly.
"Joe-Joe…" Flea cleared his throat.
"Y-Yeah." Joey's voice cracked as he answered.
"You think… were gonna die… in here?"
Joey couldn't answer. He wanted to say no, but his instincts reminded him of how great his chances weren't.
"Don't… know." Joey stammered.
"Joe-Joe…" Flea interrupted again.
"Yeah." Joey answered again.
"Are… you scared?" Flea whispered.
Joey thought to himself about the question. Was he scared? Yes, he was one hundred percent scared that he would die under the weight of a large wooden beam.