House on Fire

Charles' p.o.v

"Are you sure we're on the right path, Mario?" I asked, looking back at him. It was taking fucking forever to get to this cabin.

"I'm almost hundred percent sure we're very close now, I was eight the last time I was here with my dad but…I did come here when I was-"

"I don't want to hear about your-"

"Is that smoke?" Mario asked and I turned.

"Bloody…" Nate trailed off.

There was indeed something burning not too far from us from all the smoke in the air.

"What the…" My heart began to race, I looked at Nate.

"Step on th fucking gas, Nate!" I yelled and he drove faster.

What if that burning had something to do with Pamela and we were occupied driving like a bunch of kids on the way to a school picnic.

"Oh my fucking…" Mario began.

My eyes went wide as I beheld the sight of the so-called Cabin ablaze. The fire had spread through the front porch.

"This is chief of police Nate Adkins…" Nate began talking into his walkie. He was instructing the presence of the fire department.