“Robin? Robin, where are you?” Blake tried to shout, but his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
His eyes burned as he scanned what was left of the house after the explosion. He had no idea how it had happened or how he was still alive, but he was and now he had to find Robin.
Blake cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the smoke that still hung in the air. Trying to get rid of ache that filled his body.
“Robin?” Blake tried again, his voice a little stronger this time.
“Blake? Help me!” He heard her. Her voice full of panic and fear. He stepped over the broken dining room chair and headed towards the end of the hall where her voice seemed to come from.
Around him there was nothing but darkness, even with the collapsed roof in the living room, what little light came in was blocked by the air, thick with dust and smoke.
“Blake?” Robin’s voice came from the last door at the end of the hallway. Blake’s heart thundered in his chest. That was the door to the basement.
Blake could hear the crunch of broken glass beneath his feet as he stumbled blindly towards the door.
“Robin? Are you down here?” Blake asked, seeing nothing more than a grey cloud over the stairs that led into the basement.
“Blake, I’m stuck!” Her voice louder now. She was there, beneath the cloud. Blake grabbed onto the railing, thankful it was still there as he made his way down. Then he saw her and his breath stopped in its tracks.
“Robin?” He almost cried her name, wondering if she could feel it all. The weight of the support beam that had her crushed beneath it.
He knelt down beside her, cupping her tear stained cheeks in his hands. His sweet girl.
“Blake, I can’t feel my body, I see it, but I can’t feel.” Robin’s voice came out in a panicked rush.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart! Maybe if I hadn’t sent you down for the wine, you wouldn’t be hurt.” Blake whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I’m not going to make it, am I?” Robin asked, her body cold and so still. Blake felt as though his heart had been crushed beneath the bean with her. He heard the sirens screech to a halt outside and knew that even if the paramedics managed to free her, the damage was to great. He was losing her.
“What am I going to do with out you? We had plans, dreams; we had a future!” Grief and guilt crushed his spirit.
“Blake, you can do it! You can move on. You will survive!”
~ The End ~
~Margaret W. Langridge