Week 115 – Omg can’t breathe can’t move

Logan scanned the dark street and immediately zeroed win on the house across the street. There was an open window upstairs, he could tell because a curtain was fluttering.

HIs gaze dropped to the ground beneath the window and he saw her.

Amelia.

His adorable neighbour who pretended that she didn’t watch him while he worked in his yard or played with his dog or left for work. He had intended to go over, introduce himself, ask her out, but he’d been swamped, between moving and a heavy caseload, including a high profile case, he just hadn’t found the time.

Now it seemed they were about to meet.

He ran across the street, when he reached her he found her eyes open, staring blankly up at the cloudy sky. She started when he leaned over her, their eyes met, then she opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Instead of being startled, Logan had to smile. It was this very same scream that had woken him up and alerted him that something was wrong. If she hadn’t screamed then her fate would have been sealed.

“Its okay,” he said, reaching out tentatively and touched her shoulder. Not so much because he didn’t want to scare her, but more because he didn’t want to hurt her, she’d just jumped out of a second story window. “I’m a cop, my name is Logan, I live right across the street.”

“Logan,” she breathed, like she wasn’t sure him being here was a good idea.

“I already called in back up, can you tell me what happened? What made you scream?”

She didn’t answer him. Instead she just stared at him with a lopsided smile. “You’re even cuter up close,” she said, then giggled and immediately winced. “Omg cant breathe can’t move.”

“You probably broke some ribs when you jumped out the window,” he said with an amused smile. He had to agree with what she’d said, she was even cuter up close. “Can you tell me what happened?” He had to know what was going on so he knew what his next move was.

“I’m embarrassing myself,” she grimaced.

“Not at all,” he assured her.

“I woke up because something was touching me. Thought it was the cat. It wasn’t. It was a man,” she relayed haltingly.

Protective instincts rushing into overdrive, Logan went to stand but Amelia reached out a hand and curled it into the sweatpants he slept in. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

That seemed to freak her out. “No, thats what people say in horror movies before they die. Don’t go, please.”

He was going to argue with her, remind her that this wasn’t a horror movie it was real life, and that he was a cop, he knew what he was doing, but he was preempted when Amelia’s house suddenly burst into flames.