by J. G. Sumner
I’m not sure if they’ve been here the entire time, or if I’m just now hearing them, but the sound of sirens breaks through the explosions. I need to get to them so they can help this lady. I take off in a sprint toward the loud roar. I only get a few hundred feet before I’m stopped by a man waving his arm and screaming for help. I’m at a crossroad. If I don’t get the lady some help, she could die. I don’t know how much time she has left, and if I don’t hurry, it could be too late. Who knows, maybe she’s already gone, and I have a chance to save this guy.
I sure as fuck wasn’t made for this kind of decision. Thank God, I can play instruments like a mother fucker because I sure as hell wouldn’t have made it as a doctor or medic. There’s too many decisions to make in a short amount of time. No thank you. I’ll take the rhythmic trance of a great base riff any day. It’s like a frickin’ lullaby; one in which I’d like to be embracing right now.
I strum my fingers against my leg trying to figure out what to do, when someone not too far away starts screaming for help. I can’t see where the voice is coming from, so I try to follow the noise with my ears until my eyes find what appears to be a woman with long blonde hair tangled in some shrubbery. Shit. Now I have three people to worry about. Talk about the weight of the world being on your shoulders.
I run up to the guy, and ask what’s wrong. Before he can even answer, I see the bone popping out of the top part of his leg. Fucking gross. All I want to do right now is vomit, but somehow, I’m able to suppress the urge despite the fact my stomach is still making a heaving motion. I jump into action by taking off my shirt and leaning down to wrap it around his leg. There’s blood everywhere. If I were this guy, I’d be crying a like a little baby. Instead, he remains stoic with the exception of a quivering bottom lip.
“Here man, hold pressure on this. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get some help.” I’m not sure where I learned about holding pressure, but it seems to make sense in this situation.
I get back up and quickly head over to the woman who was screaming for help just minutes before. I locate her still in the same bush, but she’s no longer screaming. Soft whimpers lead me to her like a beacon in the night.
I kneel down gently as not to scare her. She looks to be in her early twenties. Her blonde hair matted with blood from the cut that’s oozing the crimson liquid. She looks up to me with amethyst colored eyes, and I fall backwards. I do a double take. Fucking amethyst eyes; who has that? I know Elizabeth Taylor was reportedly supposed to have some sort of purple eyes or shit, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that shit was for real.
Once I regain my composure, I’m able to look at this girl objectively, so perhaps I can help her. “What hurts?”
She purses her lips together, squints her eyes, and her chin starts quiver. She’s holding back some tears.
“You don’t have to talk, just point.”
Slowly, left hand moves to her right arm. I look down to see her wrist is swollen, and bruising has already developed. She points to her right leg, and I swear to God, I’ve never seen an ankle that big, blue, and black. At least I have a shot of getting this chick out of here. I could probably carry her over to where help is. She doesn’t look to weight more than a buck-ten. I’ve got this.
“There are some sirens up ahead. If I help you up, do you think you can walk or do I need to carry you?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll try to walk.”
I take her good arm, to help sit her up. “How’s that feel? You all right?”
She nods, paving way for me to continue. “Here, wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll help you to stand on that good leg of yours.”
She does as told with just a little effort. Tiny whimpers escape from her chest. “Did you jump from the train?” I ask thinking I hadn’t seen her amongst the rest of the people in my car.
She shakes her head. “My car split in half and I was sitting right by the window. I was thrown out.”
That explains it. No wonder I hadn’t seen her. If I had, I’d probably being having my way with her in the bathroom while all this shit went down. I would’ve died blowing my wad inside some hot chick; every guys fantasy. Maybe this is better. I live another day and still have a shot with this one.
“Holy crap! I think I would’ve pissed my pants. As it was, it took some major cojones on my part to jump.” I finally get her standing on the one good leg as it begins to buckle.
“What’s wrong?”
She closes those eyes that are like heaven calling for me to repent. “I’m dizzy. I don’t think I can stand.”
I look her over once more, searching for any more injuries that may prevent me from carrying her. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah.”
Sarah. Isn’t there a Sarah in the bible? This woman is heavenly with those eyes. Even through the matted blood, I can tell this woman has some amazing hair. “I’m Cam. I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to the medics. Is that okay?”
She nods, and I pick her petite not more than five-four frame up and over my shoulder. I slowly hike up the little embankment making sure I don’t slip.
“Are you sure you’re okay to carry me? You have blood coming from your ear.”
I didn’t notice the blood before, so I do another check to see if there’s anything out of the ordinary. I have a headache, but that’s it. That’s to be expected through when jumping from a moving train.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
I pick up my pace a bit, and follow the sirens. As I get closer, voices fill the air. I try to understand what they’re saying, but it’s futile. Smoke fills the air making my eyes and lungs burn. I begin to cough, and then use my free arm to cover my face from the smoke and ashes that are now falling upon us like rain drops.
“Cover your face and breathe through some material. The smoke is even thicker up ahead,” I call out to Sarah.
As I finally get to the front of the train, I catch a glimpse of what caused the accident. A semi-truck carrying a load of brand new Mercedes is barely recognizable. The cars are not even on the truck anymore, but instead smashed to pieces like a tin can. Some of them are on the tracks, others are still together, but badly damaged lying in the road leading up to the tracks.
Onlookers are everywhere, gawking at the scene. There are so many fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances, the sky is lit up like Christmas. The only difference is the lights are in a fog, or in this case, smoke.
I think about shouting for help. Despite her small frame, Sarah is getting a bit heavy. However, I’m only about another five-hundred yards from the medics. The last thing I’m going to do is look like a complete sissy, who can’t manage to carry this chick any further. There’s freaking media everywhere, and I have a goddamned image to maintain. As I said before, I’m a fucking rock star.
A corner of my mouth peaks up giving me the smirk I’ve become famous for. It’s kind of like a cross between Sid Vicious and Elvis’ sneer. I spent months in front of a mirror perfecting it, and is my go to pose when I get in front of a camera or a crowd. Who knows when someone’s going to see me and a camera crew angles right in on me. I sure as hell am going to be ready for it. I can see the picture now of me walking out of a cloud of smoke with flames behind me. All anyone can see is my dark silhouette carrying a damsel in distress. Damn this is going to be good, and it’s going to get us so much publicity. Fuck Yeah!
Just as I change my gait from a tired walk pushing with each step I take, to a swagger that makes the chicks swoon, another explosion takes place behind me. This time, it’s so close I can feel the heat from it.
“Holy crap! Run!” Sarah screams.
Without a second thought, I do as I’m told. I may like to portray an image in front of a camera, but I’m not a fucking moron. I choose to live, and at this moment, Sarah is my salvation. I take off in a desperate sprint to get us to safety. The lights become closer, and a person up ahead points to us. A group of firemen run toward us; closing the gap at
a faster pace. I’m almost to them when another blast propels me forward, forcing me to the ground, and sending me into a world of darkness.
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Acknowledgements
Wow! I can’t believe Kate and Tony’s story is complete. It’s been an amazing journey, and I couldn’t have gone this far without some really amazing people. First, I’d like to thank my editor Laura.
Stacey and Akeisha for supporting me since the beginning. You two are the reason I keep going.
My husband, thank you for your undying support.
Finally, thank you to all the fans out there, who continue to patiently wait for each book I write. Without you, none of this would be possible. I had the pleasure of meeting one fan at a recent book signing. Ebone, it was a pleasure to meet you. It meant the world that you sought me out. I love meeting all of you, so if you’re ever at one of my book signings, please don’t hesitate to stop by and say hi!
Other great titles available from JG Sumner:
A Shot in the Dark
Into the Light
Surrender
Saved
Wrecked
Coming Soon
Web of Lies
Cage of Deceit
About the Author
JG Sumner was born and raised in Southern California, and went to Nursing School in San Diego, where she earned her RN. She then began working as an ICU nurse. While working full-time, she went back to school to earn her bachelor’s degree in Nursing as well as her master’s degree in Nursing at Cal State Dominguez Hills. Most recently, she worked as a supervisor in a major trauma center in the San Diego area. JG made the decision to leave her position at the end of 2012 to be at home with her three boys, dogs, and to pursue her writing career—a dream that was born long before she ever thought about being a nurse.
She loves snowboarding, traveling, reading, hiking, kickboxing, spending time with her family and her dogs, and pretty much anything outdoors.
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