Authors Note:
Here I am again with another crazy little story. Everyone is over eighteen. King Bandor edited, if any mistakes got through, they are mine. There is a bit of incest, so if that's not your thing, there are a thousand other things to read. Please remember this is totally fictional, just a little fun. Be nice in the comments please. Be nice to truck drivers, we deliver your dreams.
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When I was seventeen, I did something really stupid. I ran into a burning house.
I was walking home from school, I rounded this corner and there was A HOUSE ON FIRE! I knew the mom, she had baby-sat for us when I was younger. I knew the two twin girls, they were fifteen or sixteen at the time, I think. There was a baby as well.
I knew the next door neighbor, Mrs. McNally. I took a rock and having a pretty good throwing arm, I threw a strike on the front door glass on Mrs McNally's front door. THAT should get her attention! I ran into the burning house. The smoke was so thick, it was acrid, hard to breathe, and very tough to see.
I got the baby out first. In the living room, in the playpen. I drug that out too, because I had to go back. I found the twins, Cindy and Sherry, in their room. They were both terrified. I picked them up on each shoulder, and RAN. It's amazing what you can do with adrenaline in you. I got them out. I told one to watch the baby, and the other to get Mrs.McNally ( the neighbor) to call the fire department! I heard screaming from in the house! I ran like hell. I went back into the flames and smoke.
I ran inside, yelling, trying to find the mom, Ms. Upshaw. I think her name was Karen or Catherine. I found her in the kitchen, trying to fight the blaze with a kitchen towel. The stove was engulfed in ten foot flames! I grabbed her and said, "Forget it, the whole building is burning. We gotta go right NOW!" She had terror in her eyes. The flames raced us to the door.
I picked her up, she's light as as feather. I slung her over my seventeen year old shoulder. I ran out to find the firemen there. That was fast! I gently put Ms. Upshaw down. I was about to go, when I heard the bark. I'm sure as shit not gonna let the poor dog fry. I ran past the firemen, they couldn't catch me running flat out to get to the dog. Only one problem. The flames were getting much, much worse. We were cut off. We were upstairs in the hallway. The flames were too much, and the smoke was so thick! The smoke was choking me, we had to get out now! I could not see a damn thing.
What should I do? First, don't panic. We can go out the window. It's only ten, fifteen feet away. Maybe a ten or twelve foot drop. Get the dog, blanket. Pillow. I loosely wrapped me and the dog. I said a Hail Mary, dog on my chest. I ran like a suicide straight towards the window. We hit the glass square and hard. Then it was like slow motion. I held the dog as I spun in the air. I protected the dog. I hit the ground pretty hard. Damn, that felt like concrete. I heard a crunching sound. The dog was on top of me. I blacked out. The firemen saved me. You gotta love those guys.
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I woke up in the hospital. My back hurt really bad. I was hurting in my ribs and my shoulder. Looks like my arm was busted too. Stupid idea, trying to help. I bet nobody even knows what I did. What a dumbass I am. I shouldn't have done such a fool hardy thing.
Then my mom came rushing in. She was crying and laughing. I was gonna get it now. I waited for the parental harangue. It never came.
"There's my hero!" I looked around. Nobody else here.
"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean to get so busted up. I just couldn't let the dog burn to death. I just couldn't. I'm so SORRY." I had no idea how much money this hospital stay was costing, but I knew it must have been a pretty penny. I had tears in my eyes, my poor parents facing bankruptcy because of my stupidity. I felt like an asshole.
My mom laughed and cried again. "Son, you saved everyone in the house, even the doggie! I'm so incredibly proud of you!" She kissed my cheek. She hugged me where there wasn't any casts. Her tears fell on my face.
My dad came in and practically kissed me. He was so proud. He said, "You are all over the news. The morning shows want to interview you. That was an incredibly brave thing you did son. The fire chief wants you to become a volunteer! He said you showed no fear, and did everything you could do to help that family. I'm so very proud of you I might burst! I love you so much son!" He was crying, but smiling. My mom couldn't stop kissing me all over. She cried too.
"Dad, I know this party has to be costing a fortune. I'll pay you and mom back someday when I get a job. I... I..." Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Son don't worry about it. GMA wants to chat with you about saving everyone. Someone set up a go fund me account, the money has come pouring in when everyone found out what you did. There may be enough to put you through college, or at least a couple of years."
"That money should go to help the Upshaw family. I can get a job to get through school, but they have children!" I was very concerned about the young mother. How would she survive? Where would they sleep?
"Jason, you really are a hero, worried about others, when here you are, laying in a hospital bed! You make me and your dad so very proud."
"The Upshaws have insurance, they will be ok. I invited them to use your older sister's room for the twins, and Mrs Upshaw and the baby will use your room while they fix their house." My folks were very caring people.
"Everything will be fine. By the way, the twins want to marry you!" my mom was going on and on. Don't get my mom started. She talks like the energizer bunny.
"Which twin?" I asked my dad in a whisper.
"BOTH!" My dad just laughed.
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At seventeen years old, a hero and minor celebrity. I did get to go on GMA. I was interviewed from the hospital bed. I told them the same thing, that I was no hero.
I asked everyone who was sending money, to send it to the poor single mom raising kids by herself. The woman doing the interview cried. She said I was absolutely a bonafide hero. I said, No,I was just a dumb kid, I should'a left it to the firefighters.
I told every kid in America don't be stupid. I said I'm laying here with a broken back because I just couldn't let those children or their mom die. I heard the barking dog, and I couldn't allow that puppy to burn to death, I just couldn't.
I was weeping. I said I'd rather die than let that happen. So everyone in the sound of my voice, check your smoke detectors. Buy a couple of fire extinguishers. Don't be dumb, call the fire department and get the pros involved. I sounded like some kind of public service announcement.
The production guy said it was the best interview he'd ever worked on, he said YOU are real hero whether you care to admit it or not. I don't know why they make such a big deal about it. I feel incredibly stupid.
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What happens after that? I'm stuck in a hospital for many weeks because of my injuries, I was bored out of my mind. I had broken my back, seven ribs, my right leg below the knee, and my right arm. There were internal injuries and they mentioned a hairline fracture of my skull, and a concussion. Several surgeries awaited me. Aside from all that, I was just peachy. And bored out of my mind.
The high point was a clown show for all the hospitalized children. I wanted nothing to do with it. It was for the little kids. That, and multiple plaster casts made it pretty much impossible for me to see the show, thank God!
My eyes were wide open when into my room, comes a ridiculous dressed clown, to see ME! He goes through his routine. I can't even clap, I said "Thank You."
"What's the matter kid? You don't like clowns?" in a high voice.
"Nah. Just liked 'em better when I was seven. I'm seventeen. You want to make me happy? Come back when I get my casts off. Teach me how to juggle. Now that would make me HAPPY!"
"Ok kid. When do you?..."
"Talk to the nurses. They run things around here. I'm just visiting." I extended my left hand, " Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I'm ok. Just dealing with some problems, that's all. I'm sorry I'm not good company right now. You don't have to come back. I do really appreciate your time, thanks! Have a good day!" I thought this guy went out of his way to cheer me up, I should be nice.
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I was shocked when weeks and weeks later I was getting my casts removed, and in the physical therapy gym, there he was the clown, only... He was very definitely a SHE! How did I miss those boobs? I'm going to have the doc check my eyes. Her butt was beautiful too. My guess she was about twenty six, or twenty seven years old. Sans the creepy makeup was a very good looking tall woman.
Wanna guess who was my therapist? Talk about awkward.
"Hello, I'm Amanda O'Leary. Are you Jason Robertson?"
"Yeah that's me. Please to meet you Mrs. O'Leary!"
"It's Ms. O'Leary, but you can call me Amanda. I'm divorced, but I haven't changed the last name." She explained. "I'm going to try to help you rebuild some muscles that have atrophied. I have heard that you are quite the hero." She had exquisite hazel eyes. They sparkled! She looked right into my soul. She was quite shapely, and I had a tough time keeping my eyes from wandering to the nice parts.
I said, "I'm no hero. I'm just a dumb ass kid who did something really stupid." She looked at me with an appraising eye. She didn't say anything, just kinda figuring me out.
She does all the physical therapy. It was torture on so many levels. It hurt like hell and I sure did not want to do it. But she asked me please, and she was kind. My Achilles heel, ask me politely, and I'll do pretty much whatever you need.
