One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(46)

“Shit. Shit. Hello?” I call out, stepping over the fallen rubble with the concrete crunching under the soles of my feet.

“Meadow?” Phoebe calls out. “Meadow, follow my voice.”

My pace picks up, attempting to follow her calling. “Keep talking, where are you?”

“Still by the bar. I can’t get Melissa out from under this concrete and she’s not waking up.” When I finally trek through all the broken masses of mess and thick clouds, I reach Phoebe and kneel down to their spot.

“Melissa!” She doesn’t stir. I push my fallen hair out of my face with my arm, smudging sticky red blood through the tresses, holding it back.

“It’s her legs, they’re trapped.”

“Shit. Okay. Let me help.” The air is still thick, but I can see a couple inches in front of me now. Reaching down, I feel for her legs that are pinned under the bar light which sat above the bar.

“Meadow? Your arm doesn’t look good. Go and get help,” Phoebe insists from beside Melissa.

“I’m fine. I need to get you guys out.”

“No, Meadow. Go and get some help. I’ll stay here with her.”

“Phoebe! What if it falls? I can’t leave you here. No!” My heart pounds against my chest at the possibility of something bad happening to either of these girls.

Rounding Melissa’s body, I make my way down to her feet and see why she can’t move. There’s a large block of cement holding down one end of the lights.

Coughing, I ball my fists together, trying to get the feeling back in my hand. “Okay, we need to lift this part, Phoebe.” Phoebe rounds me, placing her hand on the other side. “One, two…” We both try to push it up to no avail.

“Fuck!” I yell, scanning around the room. “We need to find a long piece of wood, something we can place underneath it to lever it off.”

Phoebe looks around before laying her eyes back on me. “Do you have your phone?”

I shake my head. “It was on the table with my handbag. All right,” I say, placing my hand on my forehead. “I’m going to be three seconds.” Turning on my feet, I narrow my eyes and wave out the clouds. When some of the smoke clears, I see one or two bodies on the ground. I know I should check them, but I need to get help and see who else is outside.

Pushing my hands out in front of me, I feel for the wall and when I find it, I make my way to where the door once stood. Running out, I gasp for air. The crisp, fresh air soothing my lungs instantly.

“Meadow!” Alaina screeches from the crowd of injured people that made it out, and from where I can see the kids are not harmed.

I begin walking to her when the loud roar of bikes sound from down the street, vibrating the concrete under my feet.

The high gates open and in roars both clubs. The Sinful Souls’ men run to where Alaina and Vicky are located, checking to see if they’re okay, and when I look up, I see Beast, Hella, and their crew running up toward me.

Once Beast reaches me, he wraps me in his arms, engulfing me in his presence.

“Fuck! What the fuck happened? Are you okay?” he asks, checking me all over.

I push back. “We need to go back in there! Melissa is trapped. Phoebe and I tried to—” Hella was already storming off into the building before I could finish my sentence.

Beast kisses my forehead. “Wait here, I’ll go with him.” Nodding my head, I slowly let go of his hand as he follows Hella inside the, what was once, a perfect building.

I begin pace walking up and down, the rest of the guys watching my movements carefully.

“Meadow? I’m Hannibal. This is Ripper, Nyx, and Toke.” He points to the other men standing beside him. I nod my head with a small smile. “Hi. Okay, I’m going in,” I say, walking off toward the building.

“No. No, you can’t,” Hannibal says, pulling me back. “They won’t be long.”

Blake runs past me, storming into the building with Zane on his tail. I turn around to see Alaina, so I walk to her. “Hey, everyone okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, kids are a little shook up, though.”

“Has anyone called this in?” I ask, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Yeah, they have. In a few minutes, this place will be crawling with Feds, firefighters and bomb squad,” she answers, picking up a little girl.

Her body stills as she eyes the entryway to the bar. I turn around and see Hella carrying Melissa down with her wrapped in his cut.

Well, if that’s not owned, I don’t know what is. Phoebe is closely tucked into Blake while Zane and Beast walk beside Hella.

Beast scans the area for me and when his eyes find mine, his shoulders relax.