Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 116

Davey's Point of View For

f**k sake!

It is like digging yourself out of a f*****g tunnel because of the amount of fallen debris there is. You just get clear and more comes down. Twinkle and I work together in tandem, passing the fallen bits of ceiling and throwing them to the sides to create a walkway,

but we take two steps forward and two f*****g back.

I take a breath, keeping my mind focused on the job at hand, because if I let it wander, it will wander and remain on how hot those f*****g batteries and the lithium cells are getting and how long we have until the blow. Trust me, that is not a good thought, because if they go bang, then you will replace bits of all of us, as far away as f*****g Newcastle.

I move to one side, as Twinkle drops down to his knees, pulling a large metal object that looks like part of the frame work from the building from the bottom of the pile, moving it slightly making the pile of chard ceiling tiles and the now black plasterboard shift slightly, giving us more leverage to get this area clear.

As I methodically work clearing the area, my thoughts drift to something more pleasant, than this fire that is threatening to engulf us at each turn. Kathline.

My heart rate speeds up, the memory of her kisses. Hell, every time I place my lips on hers it is like the first. Every time I slip inside her body, it is akin to coming home on a cold winter's eve, and being wrapped up in a warm blanket with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. It is welcoming, warm, she feels like home. f**k, she is my home, my life, my every-f*****g-thing.

As my thoughts drift to the soft curves of her body, the feel of her skin beneath my fingers, my c**k lengthens, not caring at all that we are currently in a precarious situation, and a whole building could and probably will blow to smithareans, as a tunnel of flames flickers, and dance around us.

I shake my head, desperate to bring my thoughts back to the present. To concentrate on the task at hand, and not be distracted.

f**k.

I know better than this, to lose concentration. I need to focus on the here and now, because if I don't then the likelihood is I will not walk out of this place that is hotter than hell itself, back into her loving embrace and soft delicate kisses. If I am not careful, I will not make it back to the little boy whose hair is as red as the flames that surround us. Andy, my little man, my buddy. The boy who was known as naughty Norman but has captured my heart just as much as his mother has. My son. For once in my life, I have something to actually live for; my f*****g family, and the fear of not seeing them again is starting to overpower me. f**k!

If, by some miracle, I get out of this place in one piece, I know what I have to do. There is not one thing that I want from this life other than to officially make that boy and his mother mine. Anders may well have pipped me to the post by putting a ring on it, even if he hadn't popped the question yet. But one thing is for certain, as sure as God is my witness, I will not just marry Kathline, I will also move heaven and earth to adopt Andy as well, before planting another baby inside her.

I shake my head again, clearing my thoughts, and resetting my focus. I move forwards, advancing on my ultimate enemy as it tries its damnedest to win its battle against me.

With renewed vigour and determination to get this job done, so I can move forward with the life I now know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, is my future. I just need to make it out of here in one piece.

Twinkle and I manage to clear the small area, as I see the four bright yellow oxygen tanks disappear into the flames up ahead. It feels like a pointless exercise. We all know nobody could survive the thick smoke that surrounds us without the aid of breathing apparatus, but still we push on.

Just. In. Case.

The team from the Washington station move in from the side of the building, as their own search and rescue crew methodically make their way through every small room, looking for the two missing people. I wish them luck, not just the fire crew, but the two that are potentially still in this f*****g hell hole.

Moving more of the walls that are determined to fall around us, I see Ben making his way out of the flames. He takes a moment to look at me, shaking his head slightly, the body he is carrying slumped over his shoulder. Josie follows behind, her own victim hanging limply. I watch for Headache and Wayne, but as yet they have not arrived, and I know in the pit of my stomach that they have been blocked by more falling debris.

"Twinkle, we need to get up there." I shout over the roar of the flames.

Twinkle looks up towards where I am pointing, and simply nods his head.

Together we move forward, pushing through, clearing the obstacles as we go, making slow, but steady progress to where our colleagues, hell, they are more than that, they are friends, even though I would deny that point if ever asked about my relationship with Headache. The annoying son of a b***h is still a good guy, and the only person I would let fix my car.

We hit a relatively clear area, and made good progress, before seeing a stack of large white hot metal beams that had collapsed in front of Headache and Wayne. Their victims are laid on the floor, as they attempt to move the large girders. As we approach, Headache looks at me, shouting something that is not discernible about the din of the fire. I moved closer, his voice becoming clearer with every step.

"Take the victims Davey, Wayne and I will clear this area." Headache shouts.

I nod my head, it is a sound plan. Once these two are out, we only have to play hide and seek with the other two who did not show up for role call.

Hell, if they have just taken off from work, and not bothered to clock out, relying on friends to do it for them, I will f*****g kill them myself.

I grab hold of one of the victims as Twinkle takes the other from Wayne, and together we turn and make our way out towards the newly cleared exit.

I rush outside, handing off the limp, lifeless body I am carrying to the nearest paramedic, as the Boss strides over.

"Where are Headache and Wayne?" He asks.

"Trapped behind fallen girders. They are making their way back now." I informed him.

"You good?" The boss asks me, and I look at my oxygen dial, and see I have approximately 15 minutes left.

"Got 15 mins." I tell him.

As Ben and Josie rush back into the building.

"Out in ten." The boss shouts as I turn to follow them, Twinkle not far behind me.

Together, Twinkle and I make our way through the pathway we had created, thanking all that is holy, it has remained clear, rushing towards the debris that his trapping Headache and Wayne. We arrive in double quick time, just to see Ben pick up one of the girders, alone, like some f*****g he-man, and cast it aside, as Josie grabs one end of another, helping Headache move it low enough so that he can scramble through the gap.

I rush to help her, as Twinkle takes hold of Wayne's arm, as he climbs over the unstable, white-hot, metal.

With both of them free, I take a short moment to thank the heavens above, before we turn to move out of the building.

As we make our way out, each of us smash open the fire doors that lead to cupboards, or new corridors to the side of us, in the hope we get lucky and replace the missing victims. I move to the side of the corridor, kicking at the door to my right. It is filled with fallen cages, the contents strewn on the floor, but there is nobody in there. I honestly do not know if I am relieved or not, but move out, making my way back down the main corridor, replaceing another door.

I kick at the door, and glance around, before walking into the small cupboard, when I see laid on the floor, under some blankets that seem to have survived the flames, a body.

"I GOT ONE." I shout out, but this does not seem like a worker at this factory.

It feels more like some homeless guy has found a way in for shelter. As I look, the blankets are in fact a sleeping bag, confirming my suspicions. f**k me, how the hell had a homeless person managed to sneak into this place and set up home in a cupboard? It makes me wonder if the guy had some sort of deal going on with the security personnel who are supposed to protect the building from intruders. I step forward, moving the hood of the sleeping bag from the man's head.

Shaking his body slightly, it rolls to the side. f**k, they are none responsive, which means another one has to be lifted out, and probably dead from inhaling the thick smoke that will have trickled under the door.

Bending down, I scoop the body up and hoist him over my shoulder to transport him out, when the sleeping bag falls away, exposing his face to me.

What. The. Actual. f**k?

Instantly I freeze. My resolve to rescue the body waivers, the temptation to leave it, or help the fire claim another victim by throwing the fucker directly into the flames, is all too real as I stare at the face that had been hidden in the sleeping bag. "KEV!" I shout his name as if it were a curse.

"Davey, get out." I hear the boss shout in my earpiece, and I spare a moment to look at the dial for my oxygen.

s**t, I have three minutes left.

“Come on you f*****g arsehole, let's get you out." I growl in the mask, then hoist my sister's wanker of an ex over my shoulder, and make my way to the exit.

A paramedic waits for me, as I pass this fucker off to them. I am not sure why I was hanging around, waiting to see if he is alive or dead.

To be honest, I am not sure which of those words I want to hear from the Doctor now attending him.

"No pulse, not breathing." The paramedic shouts, to the doctor, as they attempt CPR.

I watch on frozen, f*****g hell, Liv will be even more devastated than she already is. Suddenly I am championing this wanker. Shouting into the mask for him to f*****g well breathe.

I feel a hand on my arm, as I turn and see Josie standing beside me.

"There is nothing you can do, Davey." She gently tells me, thinking I am stressing over a random stranger.

"f**k Josie, it is Kev, how the f**k is that arsehole in that building?" I shout out.

Realisation dawns on Josie's face, as she looks over towards the Boss and Ben, and they stride over to me.

"f*****g hell, I have wanted this fucker dead for years. Now all I want is for him to f*****g breathe." I say confused at my own thoughts and reactions.

My sister's face all battered and bruised flashes before my eyes, and I realise that I do not care if he is dead or alive, so turn my body away from the paramedics, just as they say. "Time of death 20:15."