Chapter 35

Molly

It takes several seconds to calm myself down enough to function but still, I'm shaking like a shitting dog. Hearing Tom call my name was a massive help, to know that he's ok brings me some much-needed sense of peace. He's running in our direction from the storm shelter but he's still a bit away from us screaming both mine and Christian's names.

I catch movement to his left and see the Tornado still going, still tearing through everything in its path and taking no prisoners. How many lives will be destroyed because of that thing? How many people will lose their lives to it? "Don't look at it, Molls." Christian gently squeezes my waist reminding me that I'm still somewhat sitting on his lap. "It's gone, we're ok, everyone's ok." His words are gentle but firm and I try to believe in them but still, my heart aches for those that won't be as lucky as us.

"Shit, sorry I'm still sitting on you like a sloth. Let me get up so you can move. I must have hurt you when I landed on you."