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by Lakes, Krista


  It seemed so strange. Andrew was an accident. I guess it explained why Audrey and Charlie never had more kids. It was sad though. Audrey and Ray could have been happy together. They even got a second chance, but they were letting it fall apart over a twenty-year-old argument.

  I glanced at my phone, hoping Andrew had texted me back. The screen stayed blank. I sighed and put it back in my pocket. This wasn't something that was going to be fixed easily. I had betrayed his trust. I felt my shame threatening to overwhelm me again, and this time there wasn't anyone to stop it. All I could see was the revulsion on his face when he thought I had been pregnant and didn't know the father. It was good he didn't know all the things Bobby had done to me.

  The swing creaked gently as a soft breeze came up the mountain. It was peaceful here. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb all of it into my soul. I could see all my mistakes lined up neatly, and then they all fell like dominoes to squish me. I couldn't run from my past. I had to live up to it. Hiding from it had only made things worse.

  I promised myself that if Andrew started talking to me again, I would tell him everything. Even the things I didn't want to tell. He would know all of it because it was a part of me now. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

  I checked my phone again, knowing that I hadn't heard or felt it. I just wanted it to ring. I wanted to move on, but I was trapped by the past. It felt like an overgrown forest closing in around me. I couldn't seem to escape and I wanted a hero to come save me.

  Chapter 14

  The growing flames made the air visible. Shimmering heat rose from the parched ground as the flames approached. The ground burned with embers, coals bright like eyes staring into the souls of the men who tried to stop it. The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames.

  ***

  I woke up thinking a storm was rolling in from the lack of sunshine, the glowing clock casting strange shadows in my darkened room. The sky outside was black with smoke, gray ash falling like desecrated snow. The smell of smoke permeated everything, even when I closed the windows and stuffed a towel under the front door. I stared out the window into the dark sky, wondering where the fire was. The fire danger had been marked extreme for over a month, but even then it was still early in the season for a fire this size. The dry winter and abnormally warm spring had made the entire area a tinderbox ready to burn.

  I started a pot of coffee as I checked my cell phone and the home phone to make sure there were no messages, and then turned on the TV. Flames engulfed a hillside as a news chopper circled in the sky. I recognized the hill as my favorite sledding spot a couple of miles away. I watched in silence as my childhood memories burned.

  "The small town of Conifer is burning this morning. Fire crews are struggling to contain a wildfire that started late last night off of US-285. Mandatory evacuations via reverse 911 are in full effect for certain divisions of Conifer and the surrounding areas." The scene cut to firefighters in full yellow gear battling the flames.

  I wondered if Luke was out there with them. Knowing him, he was probably right in the heart of things trying to save the day. A map of the town appeared with lines drawn for the fire. I was on the far side and up the mountain. My house didn't look like it was in the evacuation area on the map.

  "Winds are expected to increase as the day continues, making hard work for the firefighters. We'll have more on this breaking story after the weather. Back to you, Jim," the attractive reporter signed off and the scene returned to a desk in a studio somewhere. I muted the TV as a commercial for some sort of gadget blared out of the screen.

  The house was eerily quiet. A chill hit me, like someone walking over my grave. I got halfway to the kitchen to grab my keys before I remembered I didn't have a car. I glanced out the window at the smoky sky, wondering just how close the fire actually was. I checked the land-line phone again just to make sure I hadn't received an evacuation phone call. Nothing. Something didn't feel right though, and I decided to get some things ready in case an evacuation was issued.

  I pulled out an old duffel bag and threw in some clothes, toiletries, and shoes. I then went up to the attic and grabbed the photo albums, making sure I got the ones with my mom in them. The photos were all I had left of her.

  I could remember her smile and the way she smelled, but she had died when I was four. I put the picture of her holding me, the both of us smiling for the camera in my pocket. I wondered if she was looking out for me, or just watching me and wondering what I was doing with my life. I found myself wishing she were there with me, helping me pack and comforting me so I wouldn't get scared.

  I grabbed some things for my dad, including, of course, his binder full of important legal papers. I stumbled across an old photo of Andrew and I, our young faces smiling for a camera. The picture was on my dad's desk. It was faded and worn, but I remembered the day. We had found my dad's old camera and had insisted on finishing out the roll of film on it. That picture was the only one on the whole roll that had actually developed. I almost didn't bring it with me, but something made me slide it into the legal binder.

  Everything all fit in the bag and I put it by the front door. I picked up a plastic grocery bag and filled it with dog food before double-bagging it. That and Shadow's leash went by the door too.

  The sky seemed darker outside, so I checked the home phone again, feeling a little silly. I still had this horrible, nagging sensation that something wasn't right. I paced the house a couple of times, making sure that I had all the sentimental stuff from the walls as well as all the practical things. My pile by the door grew a little, but not much. I couldn't shake the edgy feeling. Smoke and flames flashed on the silent TV screen.

  I picked up my cell phone, thinking I would call Britney or someone from work to come get me. There was a missed call and a text message. Both were from Andrew. I felt my heartbeat quicken and I nearly dropped the phone, my fingers clumsily pressing the buttons to view the message.

  Where are you?

  I looked at the message, confused. It wasn't at all what I was expecting.

  Home. Can we talk? I hit send and waited for the return message. It came almost immediately.

  Bing. Why aren't you evacuated? Why aren't you here?

  I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, my back twitching. The phone started vibrating in my hands, and I answered it. "Hello?"

  "Holly? Why aren't you at the evacuation site? Are you all right?" Andrew sounded worried. I felt a strange comfort in just hearing his voice.

  "I haven't gotten a call yet—I didn't think it was that close," I answered. There was so much else I wanted to say to him, but the worry in his voice made me wait.

  "Holly, you have to get out of there—they are saying that whole mountain is about to go up once the wind shifts. You have to get out of there now, Holly!" Andrew's voice was practically shaking. Or maybe that was just my hand. I glanced out the window at the growing smoke, suddenly feeling very afraid.

  "Andrew, I don't have a car. I don't have a way to get out." My voice sounded strange to my ears. Distant, like it wasn't me talking anymore.

  "Holly, I can't hear you... yo...breaki...p..." Andrew's voice crackled in my ear.

  "Andrew? Andrew!" I cried into the phone, but the line was only static. Fear pulsated through my body, my hands shaking as I put my phone in my pocket next to the picture of my mom. I swallowed hard and opened the front door. The smoke was thicker than when I had looked out at it earlier, and I threw my stuff out on the front porch.

  I could see the road was still clear, and it was my only way down the mountain. I could walk that with Shadow and still carry the duffel bag. I imagined walking into the evacuation site and it suddenly becoming an entertaining story. I tried not to think about the part where I wasn't sure where the evacuation site was or that the closest house was half a mile away.

  I picked up Shadow's leash and went to the back door. I stepped out on the porch, and the smoke made me sneeze. I called to he
r, but I couldn't see her. She usually stayed close to the house, the electric fence keeping her penned in.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the TV screen was dark. I hadn't turned it off. My stomach was creeping up my throat, and I battled to keep it down and to stay calm. I could handle this. The power was out, but I was leaving anyway. I swallowed on a dry mouth and stepped out onto the back porch. If the power was out then that meant the fence was down. Shadow couldn't have gotten far.

  I started calling her name, choking on the haze surrounding the house. I couldn't leave her. She was probably terrified and running around trying to figure out what to do. I cursed silently in my head that I hadn't brought her in while I was gathering everything to go as I stepped off the wooden porch and started toward the trees lining the edge of the yard.

  ***

  Andrew looked around the high school. It seemed like everyone he had ever known was there, milling around the gymnasium and talking in hushed tones. He looked around for Holly, wondering what he was going to say when he saw her. There was no way she was going to leave him alone if she saw him first. She had texted him the same thing everyday: I'm sorry. Please call me. He had ignored every single one.

  Andrew felt a little guilty at ignoring her. The initial anger of finding out that she wasn’t who he thought she was had finally faded, but it was left with a cold apathy. The girl he loved was sweet and innocent, not some tramp who would sleep with anything that had a penis. She had changed in his eyes, and he didn't like the new girl he saw.

  Andrew sat down with his back against the gym wall and watched as people moved and greeted one another. Ray waved to him as he sat down at a table and began talking with the other locals. Despite Audrey and Ray's fight, Andrew still liked Ray. He kept hoping they would work it out. There was free coffee and donuts in the cafeteria, and he considered getting up to go get some. Breakfast had been a long time ago.

  Audrey had woken him up early, the house still dark, after getting a phone call to evacuate. They had quickly packed what they could into their cars and headed to the high school. Audrey made sure Andrew was safe and then headed to the clinic. The donuts were sounding better and better.

  He was about to get up when he saw Louise sit on one of the band chairs people had dragged in, her belly swollen and pronounced. Andrew tried not to stare at her, but it was hard. How could she have done that to herself? He shook his head, pity lining his face. He felt so sorry for her, having to raise a child by herself. She looked so helpless. He stood up to get his donuts and decided to ask if she wanted one as well. He made it three steps toward her before he stopped.

  "I wasn't sure what you would like, and the book said you shouldn't have coffee, so I got you an orange juice. If you want apple, I bet I could find some." Jimmy Haskins knelt next to her with a juice and donuts, his face anxious as he handed her the food. Louise beamed at him, her smile transforming her face into a radiant beauty.

  "Orange is perfect, Jimmy. Thank you. Come sit next to me, and we'll split these donuts," she said. Jimmy's worried look instantly disappeared, and he pulled up a chair as she began ripping the donuts in half. Andrew watched as the two of them laughed and fed one another donuts, their happiness pooling around them like sunshine.

  Louise suddenly squeaked and put her hand on her belly, a look of surprise on her face. Jimmy moved closer to her, his face worried, but she smiled and grabbed his hand putting it on her belly. Andrew watched as Jimmy's face filled with amazement and joy.

  "He's kicking me! He's so strong! My little boy is going to be a football star!" Jimmy exclaimed. Delight emanating out of him as he kissed Louise, the two of them settling back into their happy bubble. Andrew found himself envying their euphoria. The two of them radiated such a pure joy and hope for the future that Andrew actually wished he could share it. The thought caught him by surprise.

  Andrew stood up and headed to the cafeteria, trying to figure out why he envied Louise and Jimmy. He certainly didn't want a kid yet. He wanted their happiness. Their certainty that the future was going to turn out right. It had to be an illusion. There was no way they could be that happy in that situation. Andrew picked up a couple donuts and a coffee and headed back to the gym, still keeping an eye out for Holly.

  "Andrew," Louise called to him as he walked in. He headed toward her, slightly surprised. "Do you know if they have more of those donuts with the sprinkles on them?"

  "Yeah, they just got another box in. Do you want me to go get you some?" Andrew answered.

  "Oh, I'll get them. Got to take care of my girl," Jimmy said, patting Andrew on the shoulder. Andrew watched him go, before turning back to Louise.

  "I didn't know you two were together," he started, trying to find a way to ease into a conversation. Louise laughed.

  "I thought this baby was going to be the end of the world. But it wasn't. I've had a thing for Jimmy for as long as I can remember, but he didn't seem interested in me. Then this happened, and I found out he had a thing for me too. This wasn't exactly what either of us had planned, but it is working out better than I could have dreamed. Jimmy is going to be a great dad," she said glowing.

  "You mean he isn't mad about the whole situation?" Andrew asked bluntly.

  "Mad? No. I suppose he was a little bit at first, but the whole thing is half his fault too. I didn't just magically get this baby in me. He helped." She laughed. "This isn't what I expected, but that's life. You take the good with the bad."

  Andrew nodded slowly. Jimmy returned then with a plate full of donuts, and Andrew stood to return the seat back to the happy father. He said goodbye and walked slowly around the gymnasium, glancing every so often at the happy couple. He kept thinking of Holly. How happy she had made him feel. Her smile. Where was she? She should be here.

  Andrew pulled out his phone. He had a vague uneasiness that he couldn't shake. He was about to open a text message, but he saw Mike, the manager of the grocery store. Holly was probably just working. Andrew put his phone back in his pocket and went to talk to Mike; that way, he could put his mind at ease without having to talk to Holly.

  "Hey Mike, is Holly working today?" Andrew asked, catching his attention. Mike shook his head.

  "No, she had this weekend off. Besides, the store is now in the evacuated area—it's closed right now. If you see her, will you tell her that the store is closed until further notice and she doesn't have to work?" Mike scratched the back of his neck and smiled.

  "Sure. If I see her, I'll let her know," Andrew said politely. The tightness in his chest increased. There was something wrong. Andrew pulled out his phone. One message wouldn't hurt.

  Where are you?

  Andrew hit Send, feeling a little better since he had done something. The tightness was still there, though, and it would be until he knew Holly was safe. Just because he was mad at her didn't mean he wanted her to be in danger.

  "The fire remains at zero percent containment here in Conifer, Colorado," the TV reporter blared out from a screen. Someone had brought a TV into the gym on one of the old stands he remembered from movie days in school. "Winds are gusting and severely hampering all efforts of the firefighters to stop this fire from spreading." The scene cut to the fire chief, his face covered in soot and ash. "Fire burns faster going up a mountain rather than down. The heat from the fire rises and pre-bakes the trees above it. With these gusting winds, the fire is jumping faster than we can contain it. It's going to take the mountain." A map of the area popped on the screen, with red marks all over the mountain. Holly's house was firmly in the red now, the arrows marking the fire's direction pointing right toward her. Andrew's jaw tightened. No messages on his phone. Where was she?

  Chapter 15

  It was an epic battle. Men verses flame, spirit against nature. Water poured from hoses like rain. Planes and helicopters poured red dust as though it had no end. Masked yellow uniforms felled trees and dug trenches, giving the flames no place to run to. The flames screamed in defiance, casting embers to the sky. Th
e fire chief called for more. It had to be enough.

  ***

  My voice didn't seem to carry in the smoke, and I quickly grew hoarse. I knew I was going to have to leave with or without my dog soon if I wanted to make it off the mountain at all. I called out frantically, hating the idea of leaving her to smoke and flame because I couldn't find her.

  I headed deeper into the pine trees, down toward the tree fort Andrew and I had made as kids. Luke's dad had given us scrap wood, and we had made a fort one summer long ago. Shadow loved it in the trees by the fort. There was a family of squirrels that lived in it now, and whenever the fence went down, Shadow would try and escape to the fort like it was her own secret base. I hoped I would find her there, but I knew if I didn't I was going to have to head back alone.

  The smoke was darker in the trees, and the dry needles crunched under my shoes as I headed down the steep slope. I couldn't see Shadow anywhere and my voice hurt from the smoke and screaming. I turned to head back, hoping the dog was smarter than I was and waiting back at the house. A flash of golden fur caught my attention in the trees up ahead, and I called out to her and ran forward.

  ***

  He hit the speed dial. Holly's phone rang and went to voice mail. He was going to be furious if she was just somewhere else and doing this to make him worry. He started pacing, chewing on the inside of his lip. Something was wrong and it was making his whole world feel off balance.

  Bing. Home. Can we talk?

  He barely read the message before replying, Why aren't you evacuated? Why aren't you here? He glanced at the TV, where the image of fire danced on the screen. He didn't wait for her to type back. He hit the call button, anxious to hear she was all right. She couldn't possibly be at home—why would she ignore the evacuation call?

 

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