NovelEnglishLife had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She becbitter and angry.
Blair put on her slippers and entered the Living room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a loud bang and flames sprang up to the ceiling.
By the way, Jacob was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn’t made him much money.
The man couldn’t stand his wife any longer, and couldn’t see any other way out. He decided to destroy himself along with her.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe explosive was homemade. After all, he was good at chemistry. Blair couldn’t tell the police what the man used, or how he’d done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she didn’t inherit any of his skill or natural talent.
Later, the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his wife and himself.
In the explosion, Blair flew backwards, hitting the living room wall.
She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone in her body ached.
The villa was a mess-flames and debris everywhere. Her parents’ faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn’t hear anything but a powerful ringing in her ears.
The explosion had robbed her of her hearing.
She wanted to rush in and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried, and was forced back by the heat.
‘I must do something, ‘ she thought.
She wanted to call the fire department, but she couldn’t find her phone. Probably it didn’t matter anyway, because she couldn’t hear anything they might ask her.
“Dad! Mom!” Her head went blank. She could do nothing but call them.
Even though she could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of her Lungs, “Dad! Mom!*
Suddenly, she saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of extrpain-but paradoxically, also, relief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlair lay on the floor, unable to move.
She saw him mouth to her, “Run! Run!”
Blair shook her head; she just couldn’t run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she watched it burn before her.
The fire alarm in the villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-class housing estate. Soon, a crowd gathered outside the villa.
Ignoring the pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger towards her parents.
They were already swallowed by the fire. As she moved, she felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood flowed freely down her sleeve, dyeing it a wet crimson color.
At this moment, she realized that if she didn’t leave the villa now, she might never be able to.
But she didn’t want to live if her parents were dead.
People on the ground were throwing rocks through the windows, trying to help anyone who might be trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too high. She felt like she had been walking forever, but she’d only covered a short distance.
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