Chapter 10
Macey's pov:
I wrapped my arms around him and helped him to his feet. "You're going to be okay," I told him.
He nodded, he reached out to touch my swollen belly, "I bet she'll be just as beautiful as her mother. I bet she'll look just like you," He whispered in a husky voice.
I grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye, "Don't say that! You're going to be okay."
He shook his head, "You need to get out of here Macey. Run and don't look back," he told me. There was pleading in his eyes, "Please Macey," he begged. "I love you and I need you to do this for me. Run."
I shook my head, "We're doing this together_"
"Oh, isn't that sweet?" Eloise was leaning against the door, I was about to rush at her when she held out her hand to stop. "Stay with your boyfriend while you can." She picked up a gallon of gasoline and sloshed it all over the floor and the wall. "Right now every room is being torched, but we're the ones with the gas masks." She pulled the mask over her face and dropped a match on the puddle. "Good luck dear," she smiled at me. "You'll need it."
And she was gone.
"Macey, run!" Nick shouted. But I didn't listen, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with me as the fire spread and the flames grew high and dangerous.
"No," I whispered and pulled him along with me.
Nick's pov:
Macey had never seemed as strong as she was in the moment, pulling me along as the fire grew around us and my heart sped up as I heard the cackling of Catherine in the other rooms. "Macey..." I rasped.
Then her fingers released me and I watched as she was thrown forward into the wall and now she was lying there... dying. And. There. Is. Nothing. I. Can. Do.
Zach's pov:
Catherine began to laugh when we entered the room, "Hello." I stood stiff and rigid beside Cammie. my heart beat fast and when she turned to look at us she looked like someone from a horror movie. Her skin was pale and she grinned like someone who had an evil plan, dreadful plans. "Did you know that I've placed guards outside and at this very moment they're setting this place on fire"
I reached into my back waistband, "Goodbye mother."
The shot rang out, loud and clear.
The deed was done.