As the car finally unlocks, I throw myself into the driver's seat, Becca sliding into the passenger side. An unrecognized figure climbs into the backseat, but I don't care. I'm out of the parking lot in seconds.
Racing down the familiar streets, I hardly register Becca begging me to slow down. She's a mess, and I've shut myself off from everything around me. I'm numb. I'm deaf.
When I turn onto our street, the tires screech, filling the air with the smell of burning rubber. The car grinds to a halt and I fling the door open, running toward my house. My house. Engulfed in a towering inferno.
I can feel the heat, even from a distance, searing my skin. My parents are in there. I need to get to them. But before I can reach the stairs, Becca's parents grab me, pulling me back. I fight them,
