For Her (Broken Promises #2) Read Free

extinguisher. There are tears running down my face, no doubt covered in soot already from the burning truck. I hear nothing from the inside of Lane’s car, I’m so fucking afraid to approach it, but I have to. If they’re alive, it’s barely, and I have to be the one to help them.
    “Sir, you need to stay back,” an older man calls from the sidelines.
    “Fuck off! They’re my best friends!” I stumble to the car, noticing the front of the car completely gone, the driver’s side door mangled. “Shit shit shit.” I’m mumbling, crying, and trying to pry open the passenger door, because the truck is on fire and still somewhat attached to the driver’s side of Lane’s car. I can’t see inside the shattered windows, but I see nothing moving; no shadows, no screams. My hand on the handle is no us; the fucking door won’t budge!
    That’s when I hear her. The moan that tells me Alexis is still alive.
    “Help me! She’s alive! There’s someone in here! We need to get her out!” I’m pulling at the door with every muscle in my body and it isn’t budging, so I do the only thing I know. I smash the rest of the window in as carefully and quickly as I can so I can see her.
    “Oh my God, Al,” I cry. My hand goes to her bloodied face, her eyes flicker open, but close again. Her head rolls into my hand,“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s alright we’re gonna get you outta here.” I start frantically pulling at the door, the glass shards cutting through my hands, but I don’t give a fuck. I need her out. I need Lane out. I need my friends safe before this entire thing blows.
    A few onlookers help, we finally get the door open enough to find Alexis’ seatbelt. To get her unbuckled. To get her safe.
    “She’s not goin anywhere ‘till the ambulance gets here,” one of the men helping says, nodding towards her leg. And that’s when I see it. The car is crumbled around her leg. Her foot looks like it’s completely smashed, I’m not even sure the bottom part of her leg is connected anymore.
    “Oh my God,” I manage before letting the sobs start. “Lane! Lane, come on man, you gotta get up.” If I can’t get her out now, I can help him. I can’t just stand by useless when the two people I love in this world are dying. That’s not fucking happening.
    Kissing Al’s forehead, it’s dark, but I can see a wince when I lean over her. “Fuck Al I’m sorry,” I say, frantically searching to let loose Lane’s seatbelt. His hand comes to mine, which makes me jump, and when I look at his bloodied, grey face, he’s smiling gently. Blood running out of his mouth, he looks like something from a horror movie.
    “Jesus Christ, Lane.” My hands try to work him out, but he shakes his head ‘no’. Then, without words, nods down to his abdomen.
    “Mother fucker,” I whine, like a ten year old school kid. “No, no no no, Lane No!”
    The metal lodged in his stomach is probably about the size of a baseball bat. It’s so fucking dark I can’t see where it’s coming from. Out of instinct I start to pull until I hear him groan.
    “Shit, Lane I have to get you out of here!”
    His head shakes no again. With his eyes closed, he takes a ragged breath and opens his eyes. Looking directly at me, his brilliant eyes flick to Alexis, then back to me.
    “Take...” he tries, his voice pained, “Care.” He spits and coughs up blood, taking another very slow, labored breath.
    “You fucking asshole, don’t you fucking die on me.” I’m crying, trying to apply pressure, but I have no clue where to start. Everything is wet with blood, it’s so fucking dark and I don’t know what to do! Where the fuck are the paramedics!?
    “Her.” He groans and shakes his head when I start crying harder. Grown fucking men aren’t supposed to cry, but I am, I have no fucking shame in it. “Proms,” he slurs, blood starting to drip from his nose.
    “No. You’re not fucking dying like this Lane. This shit isn’t happening. You’re