closed starter for @chasefoley
The smell of smoke was what woke Charlotte up. The unmistakable, harsh, smell of smoke. She bolted from her bed to look out the window to see orange and red curls of flame licking one of the villas and Charlotteâs blood turned to ice in her veins.
Chase. Emily. Where were they?
Not bothering with shoes, she sprinted down the stairs to see what was happening, only to see people throwing buckets of water and sand on the flame. âChase! Chase!â she called.Â
Panic set in at that exact moment and she was faced with a terrifying possibility that he was hurt, or worse.Â
Chase had been trying hard to clear the area so that no one would get any more hurt that they already were becoming, the smoke and the flames quickly claiming more injuries than necessary. He was panting heavily, his dark shirt all but soaked through, and ash resting on all exposed skin as he moved around the chaos surrounding the villa.Â
He had been extremely focused on the fire, not letting anything get in his way as he tried to help rid the flames from creating any more damage, from spreading.Â
That was, until he heard Charlotteâs voice.Â
Dropping whatever he was holding, Chase turned and pressed against the crowd, shouting Charlotteâs name back as he tried to get to her. He shoved himself through the throng of people, finding her just outside the edge of the mob, and he grabbed her, his arms wrapping around her as tightly as he could without breaking her, his nose pressing into the curve of her neck as he breathed her in. It was in that moment that he hadnât realized how worried he had been. How scared for her that he was.Â
âIâm here,â he breathed, his voice just barely heard over the sound of the flames. âCharlotte, Iâm here.â