His Feisty Mistress

Chapter 10 : Left Out

Megan P.O.V.

We finally reached the area where the fire trucks were parked, and without wasting any time, we quickly put on our gear that was packed next to the truck. The sound of sirens blaring in the background added to the chaos and urgency of the situation. We jumped into the truck, and I could feel the engine roar to life beneath my feet. This was my first call with the new crew, and I knew that I had to prove myself on the field.

As we drove toward the location of the fire, I could feel my heart racing with excitement and apprehension. I had trained for this moment, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing. The thought of putting out a fire, saving lives, and protecting property were both exhilarating and daunting.

I was determined to show my colleagues that I was not only good at training but also in the field, where it mattered the most. This was my time to shine, and I was ready to give it my all. As we reached the site of the fire, I took a deep breath, knowing that what lay ahead was going to be a test of my skills, courage, and determination.

As the fire truck screeched to a halt, my heart was pounding in my chest. The sight of the house fire was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The flames were still relatively small, but the smoke that billowed from the one-bedroom window was thick and menacing. It was clear that we had to act fast before the fire spread.

Giovanni, our experienced leader, wasted no time in assessing the situation. He quickly scanned the area, taking in every detail, before giving out orders to the team. The urgency in his voice was palpable, and I could feel my nerves getting the best of me.

As he instructed some of his old crew members to enter the house from the front door and start from the inside, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I wanted to be in there, helping to put out the fire and save lives. But I knew that I had to trust in Giovanni's judgment and follow his orders.

Meanwhile, the male candidates were instructed to get the hose ready on the porch by the window. The sound of the water rushing through the hose was deafening, and I could feel the force of it in my bones. I watched in awe as they aimed the hose at the window, trying to extinguish the flames from the outside.

The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. This was not a drill; this was a real-life emergency, and people's lives were at stake. All I could do was stand there, watching and waiting for my turn to help.

As the fire raged on, I knew that I had to stay focused and be ready to act at a moment's notice. The drama of the situation was overwhelming, but I was determined to do my part and help save the day.

As I stood there, watching the chaos unfold, I couldn't help but feel frustrated and angry. I had trained for this moment, and I was ready to prove myself on the field. But instead, I was told to stay back and wait for orders.

"Lieutenant, where can I help?" I shouted over to him. My voice was barely audible over the sound of the flames crackling and the sirens blaring in the distance.

"Megan, just stay back at the truck. I will call you when I need you," he shouted, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

I glared at him, feeling a surge of anger and frustration welling up inside me. He had just kissed me before we came here, and now he was treating me like a rookie. It was like déjà vu from my previous firehouse, where I had to fight tooth and nail to prove myself.

I took off my fire helmet and threw it into the fire truck out of anger. I could feel the heat of the flames on my face, and the smoke was making it hard to breathe. I sat down on the sidestep of the truck, feeling defeated and useless.

As I observed everyone else running around and extinguishing the fire, I couldn't help but feel excluded. I wanted to be in there, fighting alongside my colleagues, but instead, I was stuck on the sidelines, watching from a distance.

I felt like a bystander as I sat on the sidestep of the fire truck, watching as the rest of the crew worked tirelessly to put out the fire. Giovanni, who was in charge of our team, seemed to be in his element as he gave precise orders and led the group. But it felt like he didn't even notice me like I was invisible.

I hoped that he would call me over and ask for my help, but the minutes ticked by, and I remained on the sidelines, feeling useless and frustrated. It was like I wasn't even part of the team.

Finally, I saw the crew that had gone inside the house walking out and the male candidates closing the water hose. It was a sign that the fire had been completely put out, and I hadn't even helped at all. I stood up, feeling defeated and disappointed in myself.

I couldn't help but think that they could pack everything themselves as I climbed into the truck. I had wanted to prove myself and contribute to the team, but instead, I had been relegated to the sidelines.

Giovanni walked into the house to check that everything was out before we could leave the scene. After he was done, he quickly helped the crew pack away the rest of the equipment that was used.

As they finished packing away all the equipment and gear, I noticed Giovanni's door opening. "Here you are," he said, trying to break the silence that had settled between us. But I didn't even answer him back. Instead, I just gave him a cold stare and turned my head to look out the window.

All the way back to the fire station, he tried to talk to me, but I just ignored him, my anger simmering just below the surface. I could feel the tension in the air, and I knew that he noticed it too.

As we pulled into the fire station, I jumped out of the truck and headed straight to the locker room. I needed to cool off and process everything that had happened. Giovanni followed me, trying to apologize and explain himself, but I wasn't in the mood to listen.

I could feel my frustration boiling over, and I knew that I needed to vent. "Why did you leave me out there?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the empty locker room. "I trained for this, and I wanted to help. But instead, you treated me like I was a rookie. I'm not a weakling, Giovanni. I can handle myself."

After our argument, I slowly turned around and made my way back to the locker room, feeling disappointed but also grateful to the crew for a job well done. As soon as I walked into the locker room, the cool air conditioning hit me, giving me a welcome break from the intense heat of the fire. I quickly began to strip off my gear, carefully removing each piece and setting it aside. My gear was clean and still had a fresh scent to it.

As I finished taking off my gear, I meticulously checked each piece, ensuring that it was in good condition and ready to be used again. Once I was satisfied, I picked up my gear and made my way back outside to the fire truck. Placing my gear carefully next to the truck, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that it was ready for the next call and hoped that I could do my part in keeping my community safe on the next call.