So I have a great idea for a short story or possible book, but I want to know what you think? I don't really know if it would be considered? It is about my fears put into a story about Brian (aka Riley in the story) and his fellow firefighters facing danger and the recovery that they and their families go through. These are the scenarios that often are going through my head while Brian is away at the station. This is fictional and none of these events have actually happened to the named characters. here is a little bit of it......
Chapter 1, The Horrible News
It was a typical morning, Riley was at the fire station working his 24 hour shift, the girls scrambling around getting ready for school, my son causing commotion, the dogs barking and playing, and me yelling to hurry. Just as we are walking out the door, my doorbell rings. I went ahead and sent the kids to get in the car. I hurried to the window to look out the blinds and didn't recognize the car, but went ahead and answered the door.
As I opened the door my heart sank. I realized who it was, the fire department chaplain and assistant chief. My heart pounding, I slowly opened up the glass screen door. The chaplain spoke first,"Mrs. Thatcher". "Yes", I replied. "May we come in?" the chaplain asked. Of course, come on in. I-I-I am at loss for words.........Why are you here? Is Riley Ok? Is he dead? Oh my God! I lost it. I lost it before they could even tell me what was wrong with my husband. Was he even dead? I always assume the worse. I tried to compose myself as they sat and stared at me. Mrs Thatcher, the chaplain asked, where are your children? Oh crap, they are in the car. I have to get the girls to school, David to daycare, and myself to work. Well, Mrs. Thatcher you may want to contact your boss and let him know that you won't be in today and is there anyone you can call to help with the kids? Why? Why? I kept asking.
Mrs. Thatcher, I don't know how to explain this to you, but I will simply put it out on the table what has happened to your husband. You see Mrs. Thatcher, Stop being so formal please, please call me Melissa, I said. Ok, Melissa, your husband is trapped under a collapsed building. What do you mean? a collapsed building? Is he alone? No mam, the assistant chief replied. Well who else is trapped? There are two others with him, I can't tell you their names until their families are reached. Seriously, why? Like I am in the right mind to do anything right now or contact anybody! WHO ELSE?
Foster and James. Oh my God. I am Jeff James Family. He is my little brother. So you are telling me that my husband and my brother are trapped? Ok, pull yourself together Mel. Does Jeff's wife know? Does she? You know she is pregnant? Did you know that Foster has a sweet baby girl? Does Angela know? I asked. Yes, Angela knows, she is on her way to the scene and that is where we would like to take you. Does Jessica know? Tell me please. We are headed to her house with you when we leave, the assistant chief replied. I need to call my mom so she can help with my kids.
My mom arrived in about 10 minutes to my house, but it felt more like hours. I explained to her what was going on and that we were going to Jeff's house to tell Jessica now. My mom lost it as soon as she heard what was going on, especially since it was her son that was trapped. After a few minutes we were on our way to Jeff and Jessica's house to deliver the dreaded news. It took forever to get to their house, I had already called Jessica and told her to get ready and I would explain what was going on when I got there. When we pulled up in front of the house, Jessica came running out. What is going on? she asked. Riley, Jeff, and Steve are trapped under a collapsed building and they want us to come to the scene now. Angela, Jason's wife, is already there. Are you ok? Can you handle this? Do you need to call anyone? I am fine, she said. Lets get to our husbands.
Chapter 2, The Scene
It seemed to take days to make out to Irving from Rowlett, but it only took about 45 minutes. We rounded the corner and right in front of us sat a huge pile of concrete, twisted metal, glass, debris, it looked like a bomb went off and this is what was left. My husband was eaten by this concrete monster. Thats exactly what it looked like, a huge concrete monster. Several Fire Engines and ambulances surrounded the scene along with cameras and onlookers. I think by this point I was in total shock and the actual event had not sunk it. We climbed out of the car, my body felt like it was weighed down with concrete. Jessica and I holding hands trying to comfort each other, crying, trying to take this all in. We found Angela and all stood there in aw of this enormous mass that had swallowed our husbands.
As soon as station 7 saw me they immediately came over to embrace Jessica, Angela, and I and let us know that they were doing everything they could to get Riley, Jeff, and Steve out. I said, I understand. I mean, what else could I say? There was alot I wanted to say! Why? Why did ya'll let this happen? Ya'll are supposed to protect each other! WHY? I don't understand?
But, I did understand. I knew that they had done all they could to keep them safe and this was just a freak accident. Noone could have avoided this!
The chief saw us and came over to let us know that they still had communication with all three of them and they had requested to talk to us. Oh God. I am not ready to say goodbye to Riley, my husband, my best friend. I can't do this. I need to leave. I will come back when he is out and ok. At that moment, he handed me a walkie talkie and I heard the sweetest voice. Hi sweetheart, Riley said. Hi babe, I replied. I love you, I tried to say without sounding emotional. I love you too, Riley replied. Don't you leave me. You are supposed to come home safe to me. You promised, I told him. I know, he said. I am trying to get home safe to you, but we are stuck in the basement. We have about another 45 minutes of air left in our tanks, before we will be in serious jeapordy. Why aren't they doing anything? I asked. Everyone is just standing around staring at the concrete, really. Come on we need to be moving the concrete. I handed the walkie talkie to Jessica to talk to Jeff and Angela was handed one by David, a fellow firefighter, to talk to Steve.
As soon as I said that I realized that there was a huge crane pulling up to start removing the debris to get to the guys. This could be good or bad, noone could predict the outcome. The good, they are able to remove the rubble and get to them safely and the bad is the building could totally collapse in on them and crush them. Now it was a waiting game. Oh GOD please put your hands around them and keep them safe............................................................................
This is all I have for ya now. I know, horrible grammar and lots of errors.........but it is a rough draft. So leave me a comment and tell me what you think?