The Fireproof Girl: Sophie Shields, #1
By Loretta Lost
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I'm Sophie Shields. At least, that's one of my names...
My whole life has been running. Surviving.
I've only known love once, and it was so fierce that it nearly destroyed me.
He became a part of me.
In this brutal, violent world, he was my only safe space.
But I was afraid. And I lost him. Since then, I've been a shell of a woman. Going through the motions, barely existing.
I thought it was better that way.
Until everything came crashing down. And I realized... I would tear down heaven and earth to get back what I've lost.
I will risk facing the monsters who nearly destroyed me when I was a child, in order to seize justice. No more hiding.
I will risk death, dismemberment, or any sort of pain, if it means making this right...
I know that I'm damaged, and I know that I broke the purest, most beautiful thing I've ever had.
But I'm ready to fight. I'm ready to heal.
I'll do whatever it takes to mend my mistakes, if it isn't too late...
This is a dark romantic suspense and psychological thriller of 80,000 words, featuring a main character with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Trigger warnings for abuse, self-harm, CSA, pregnancy-related issues,
Award winner in the 2017 Readers' Favorite Contest
Finalist in the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book Awards
Loretta Lost
USA Today bestselling author Loretta Lost writes to experience all the love and excitement that can often be lacking from real life. She finds it therapeutic to explore her issues through the eyes of a different person. She hopes to have a family someday, but until then her characters will do nicely. Follow @loretta.lost on Instagram for cute photos of her cat reading books. He refuses to cooperate unless they are really good books. You can also subscribe to Loretta's mailing list for updates: www.eepurl.com/O0WTL You will receive a FREE book as a gift for signing up! Connect on Facebook: www.facebook.com/LorettaLost
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The Fireproof Girl - Loretta Lost
Prologue
tmp_83c24891ce8b7d11f78fbde6c7f554d3_gqHcOF_html_m2fbd6893.jpgI knew he was going to be a powerful man from the moment I first met him. It wasn’t just because the earth literally trembled when he touched my hand. We were in Southern California, and that was known to happen.
It was because he smiled.
Everyone around us was alarmed, gasping and ducking under furniture as picture frames crashed to the floor. Their faces all displayed naked fear and terror. But there he was, in the middle of all that, a calm young boy, gazing at me with the gravity of an old man. His stare was so heavy that I could swear the earth was standing completely still, only under his feet.
Do you always smile during natural disasters?
I whispered.
Only when I survive them,
he responded.
When I see him in my dreams, to this day, that is the same smile he wears. Confident, unaffected, and completely unshakable. The earth itself had no power over him. I knew then, and I never once forgot over the years to come, that Cole Hunter was something special. He was the kind of boy who could walk right into the fire and the flood and come out unscathed.
He would come out stronger.
I was thirteen years old at the time, and had an overly active imagination, but I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut that he was somehow responsible for the earthquakes. I know, it sounds like a load of nonsense. But if you had seen the look in his dark eyes, you would have felt the same way.
You would have known that boy was capable of anything.
Chapter One
tmp_83c24891ce8b7d11f78fbde6c7f554d3_gqHcOF_html_5b8ab7b6.jpgLifting the large mug to my face, I dump half its contents down my throat. As I lower the beverage back to my desk, there is a slight tremor in my fingertips, but that is to be expected when you consume enough caffeine every morning to kill a small child.
It is difficult to be awake. It is difficult to be here.
I can always tell how long I will tolerate being in a place by the number of books on the shelves. When I’ve read them all, it’s usually time to move on. Glancing at the bookshelf in my boyfriend’s bedroom, I can’t help wondering why I’ve stayed here long enough to read all of the books multiple times. My job prohibits me from having any access to the Internet whatsoever, so books are all I have.
For the first time in my life, I feel trapped.
I’m stuck. Actually stuck. Me—the queen of running away.
Of course, I could always buy new books, but that has never been my style. Collecting sentimental possessions would anchor me to my surroundings. If I let myself get attached, when I inevitably need to leave, it will only hurt more for every item I leave behind. This is a lesson I had to learn the hard way.
Turning away from the bookshelf, my eyes fall on the dreary city outside our bedroom window. A thick, heavy fog blankets the capital, obscuring the buildings from view. Although it is gloomy, I am grateful that I don’t have to look at the architecture this morning. I always remember similar buildings being sketched in pencil on sheets of white paper, by a pair of strong hands. I see superior buildings being born in a pair of stormy eyes, and the wheels spinning in a complex mind, determined to bring abstract ideas to reality.
My brother. I exhale sharply.
Every time I think of Cole, I feel like I have been punched in the gut.
When I don’t think of him, it’s a little better. I only have the vaguely empty sensation one might feel after losing a kidney or a lung. The body can function without a few spare chunks of meat, but there is an awkward period of adjustment before the loss becomes normal—before one stops wondering whether they really can go on with their insides mutilated.
When will this become normal for me? Five years have passed. I thought I would have made peace with his absence by now, but I am always conscious that something has been ripped away. At first, we continued to exchange letters, and that made things bearable—but when Cole stopped replying a few months ago, I started to lose my mind. Does he still care? I’ve written him dozens of letters, and they’ve all gone unanswered.
This radio silence is killing me.
Don’t be selfish, Sophie,
a male voice says from behind me in the room.
I am startled from my thoughts as I turn around to see the muscular, half-naked man tangled up in the bed sheets. Zack reaches up to rub his eyes before opening them, and brushes some of his disheveled, sandy-brown hair away from his face so that he can look at me. He smiles. Lifting himself up on his elbow, he gestures to the alarm clock on our nightstand.
Big day today,
he reminds me. I’m gonna need a cup of that good stuff, too.
If it were any other man on earth, I would toss my ceramic mug at his head for implying that I should make him coffee. But Zack recently lost a leg in Afghanistan, and some days he can’t even get out of bed due to pain—and not just the physical kind. I know that the simple act of making him coffee makes his day a little easier to face.
I think we’re out of grounds,
I say guiltily as I stare at the few drops remaining in my mug.
Of course we are, you coffee-slut,
he says teasingly. I picked up a new can. It’s above the fridge.
My shoulders relax with some relief. You’re a saint. I could really use another cup.
As I head to the kitchen, I try to convince myself that this is why I stick around. Zack isn’t that bad. His skills as an ex-sniper might be useless in this boring civilian life, but at least he has the good sense to remember to pick up coffee. Standing on my tip-toes, I open the cupboard and retrieve the canister. I can already smell the delicious, freshly ground beans as I peel back the lid, but I am startled by a gleam of light that causes me to nearly drop the can on the floor.
In the center of the coffee can is an opened velvet box, revealing a diamond engagement ring. My eyes grow narrowed in confusion as I examine the hunk of clear rock for a long moment.
It’s all I could afford,
Zack says as he stands in the doorway behind me. I hope you like it.
Turning back to look at him over my shoulder, I try to force out some words. This is…?
He smiles as he limps forward to place his hands around my waist. Yeah.
His hands are large. They always startle me with their largeness when they encounter my body. I thought you were going to run out of coffee days ago and find it sooner, but you’ve been living at Starbucks. So, whaddaya say, Soph? Be my wife?
Zack—
Do you want me to drop down to one knee? It’s a little difficult with the prosthetic, but I will.
He grasps ahold of the kitchen counter and begins to lower himself to one knee with a grunt, but I turn around and grab his arm to keep him standing.
Hey,
I say softly. Let’s just sit for a minute, okay?
I place the coffee canister down so I can lead Zack over to his little IKEA breakfast table. As I sink into my chair, I place my head in my hands and slowly knead my temples. This is why I should have left months ago. I knew that things were getting too serious.
There is so much that Zachary doesn’t know about me. He doesn’t know what I really do for a living. He doesn’t know half the hell I’ve been through. He doesn’t know that the reason he has trouble finding work is because my employers want me to have someone who can protect me at home, at all times. He doesn’t know that I’m already married.
Although, I suppose, that was a long time ago—under a different identity.
It’s funny how nostalgic I can get about a piece of paper. It was just a legal contract for the most part, done out of necessity. We had no hope of having a real marriage.
But deep down, it was always real to me. Too real.
Sophie, talk to me,
Zack is saying with anxiety in his voice. I need an answer.
I shake my head slowly, unsure of how to respond. Nausea makes my stomach turn at the thought of another wedding ceremony. Who would I even invite? I have no friends. I have no family. I have no brother.
Zack reaches across the table to take my hand in his. I know that things aren’t great right now. You’re upset about Cole, aren’t you? You haven’t heard from him?
My eyes widen and I pull my hand away abruptly. Am I that transparent? I guess I’m always upset about Cole, lately. Standing up, I move back to the kitchen. Do you still want that coffee?
I ask him briskly.
No. I never wanted any. I just wanted you to find the engagement ring,
Zack explains, with hurt in his voice.
I busy myself with going through the motions of making coffee anyway, and ignore the diamond ring as I scoop grounds from the perimeter of the can.
Sophie, will you stop for a minute!
Zack exclaims. We need to talk about this. There’s something I need to tell you, about your brother…
If thinking about Cole is difficult, talking about him is worse.
It would be easier if I were just missing an internal organ; I wouldn’t mind a little shortness of breath while taking the stairs. It would be easier if I were just an amputee, like Zack, always trying to stand on my phantom limb and crashing to the floor. It would be simple. Anything would be better than being so emotionally crippled and numb that I need to stay constantly caffeinated or intoxicated to get through the day. I haven’t been happy in five years, but these last few months have been especially brutal.
I spoke to him,
Zack says finally. I asked his permission.
What?
I snap, turning around in horror.
I called your brother a few days ago and asked for your hand in marriage. I know he’s not your real brother, but since you don’t have a father, or any other family for me to ask…
"You asked Cole?" I say hoarsely. "You called Cole?"
Yes. He gave me his blessing. He said he would be there at our wedding.
I can’t help it. A burst of crazy laughter escapes my chest. You called him?
I murmur, my voice incredulous. Seriously?!
For a moment, I fear for Zack’s safety. Ex-military, rifle specialist and all, he is missing a leg, and Cole is a force to be reckoned with. At the memory of the stormy anger in my brother’s dark eyes, my heart begins to pound faster and my jaw clenches. I haven’t heard his voice in so long, and I am jealous that Zack is permitted to use a cell phone so casually. Did you ask him why he stopped writing to me?
He’s been busy…
Zack begins.
Busy!
I repeat with outrage. He once promised that he would write to me on toilet paper, even if he didn’t have time to wipe his ass.
Zack seems surprised at this, but he lowers his eyes. People don’t always keep their promises, Sophie.
Cole does,
I say with more vehemence than I intend. "The only person who has kept every promise he’s ever made to me is my brother. And I don’t understand why he’s stopped now."
He said he’s not feeling well,
Zack adds hesitantly.
Not feeling well?
I ask slowly, testing the words. Cole would have to be deathly sick to stop writing me. Even if he were, he’d surely ask his assistant to send me a message. And it’s been so long… No, the only real reason for the lack of contact must be that he’s given up on me. He’s letting go of his past and pushing me out of his life. Understandably so. I reach up to rub my forehead before sighing and moving toward the bedroom. I’m going to get ready for work.
What about my proposal?
Zack asks.
I had completely forgotten. Shaking my head, I shrug, trying to find the least awkward way to respond. No. I can’t. I won’t—I don’t want to… I’m sorry.
Okay, that was still pretty awkward. With my cheeks flushed in frustration, I move to exit the room.
Sophie!
Zack says angrily. You can’t walk out on a conversation like this. At least give me a fucking reason.
I don’t have time,
I call back as I grab my keys and purse. When I turn around, I am startled to find Zack standing very close. He is looming over me, all six feet three inches of him, and blocking my path. I take a step back instinctively, wondering if he is going to hurt me.
Zack grabs my shoulders with his very large hands and looks me squarely in the face. My insides constrict in fear. Recoiling and twisting away violently, I toss my purse aside and lift my keys to defend myself.
Sophie,
Zack says in surprise, lifting his hands in a gesture of peace. I’m not… I just want to say a few words before you leave.
He pauses, looking at me in amazement. You really think I’d hurt you?
I don’t know,
I say quietly, but I have already been glancing around the room and searching for every item within reach that could be used as a weapon.
Zack sighs and moves to sit on the bed, looking defeated. You know, you’re right to refuse. You shouldn’t marry me.
Taking several deep breaths, I lower my keys. Then why’d you ask?
You’ve been so distant. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I was losing you.
He isn’t totally wrong. Feeling guilty, I move to sit beside him on the bed, and we share an uncomfortable silence.
I screwed up, Sophie,
he says softly. It’s been eating me up inside, and I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve done something really terrible to you.
Zack…
I lied to you,
he says haltingly. I have been lying to you.
When he turns to look at me, I realize that my stomach is doing flip-flops and my heart is beating erratically. Zachary. Tell me. Fucking tell me what you lied about.
Your brother—he has been writing you letters. But I kept them from you.
"What?"
Zack nods, unable to meet my eyes. "I was jealous. He’s this big shot CEO and I am lucky if I get freelance work now and then to keep us afloat. I read some of the letters he sent you, the ones you kept in the nightstand… I can tell that he’s in love with you. You and I never have conversations like that. I just wanted you to talk to me for a change. I hoped that if I kept the letters it would improve our relationship. I thought that if you kept communicating with him… you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. You would never want to get married."
My head begins to throb and I press my palms against my eyes. Zack. God.
Anger surges inside me, but I manage to just barely keep a cork on it. Just... dammit. Did you read the recent letters? Is he okay?
I try to appear normal, but on the inside, I am paralyzed by the weight of this news. My brain hurts with the effort it takes to process this, and my emotions are going haywire. I try to breathe slowly and calmly to keep from hyperventilating.
He… doesn’t seem to be doing well. There are issues with the business,
Zachary explains. He was saying that he thought someone was trying to sabotage his work, or maybe even hurt him.
Who?
I demand. Did he say who?
He doesn’t know. He was asking if you could fly to L.A. to help him out. Do you see why I didn’t want to show you those letters? I had this sick feeling that if you went to California, I would lose you forever.
I clench my fists until my nails dig into my palms. "Zack, my brother’s in trouble—and you hid this from me?"
I can’t tell you how sorry I am,
he says softly.
You asshole!
I hiss as tears of rage flood my eyes. Adrenaline courses through me, and I rise to my feet, hands twitching with the desire to punch him in the face. It takes great discipline to restrain my anger, and my whole body trembles with the effort. "Cole is the only family I have, and you kept him from me!"
I know,
he says with pleading eyes. To be honest with you, Soph, I feel threatened by him. Ever since I lost my leg, I’ve just felt… inadequate. I feel like I’m only half a man.
He places a hand on his thigh to illustrate his point, and to remind me that there is no flesh and bone under his sweatpants.
Of course. Every time Zack does something to upset me, he blames it on the fact that he is an injured vet. This one’s going a little too far. I know that it does affect him, and I’ve seen him completely break down and cry on occasion, but I have been there for him. I have held him and reassured him, and forgiven all of his transgressions due to this overused excuse. I am starting to realize that being an amputee shouldn’t mean he automatically gets to be a dick. He doesn’t get to take away part of me just so he can feel more whole.
"You’re just so close to him, Soph, Zachary says as though it gives him pain.
And you guys have so much history together! Can you forgive my jealousy? I just didn’t want to lose you."
I find myself staring at him with my face twisted up in disgust. You’re a real piece of work, Zack. Cole saved my life. I don’t know if I’d even be here if it weren’t for him. He’s the only person who ever... It doesn’t matter. Do you know how miserable I’ve been? You let me think that my brother had abandoned me, just like my parents did.
I know. I’ve watched you getting depressed and I knew I was responsible. I just didn’t know how to stop lying. I wanted you to have no one else, so that you would need me,
Zachary admits. This isn’t like me, Sophie. I haven’t been the same since I got home. I’m really fucked up in the head… but I do love you.
Wrapping my arms around my middle, I try to fight back my anger, shock, indignation, and above all, overwhelming relief. He never stopped writing to me. Unshed tears of joy replace my tears of rage, but there is no time to let them fall. Once I break the seal and let a few tears slip, I’ll never be able to withhold the rest. Besides, I won’t give Zachary the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Lifting my chin proudly, I glare at him while mentally planning my trip to California. I don’t care if I lose my job—Cole is all that matters now. I inwardly calculate how many of my belongings I can quickly grab before rushing out of Zachary’s apartment. It’s been a while since I had to abandon ship in a hurry, but I’m pretty sure I remember how it’s done. I just need to stuff some clothes into a backpack, and…
I have all the letters,
Zack promises. I always meant to give them to you, but—
It’s easy to ignore Zack as I rush around and begin packing. A pair of jeans and a few tops, some underwear, and a bra. Just the essentials. A toothbrush, a hairbrush, a razor. Everything else should already be in my purse.
Sophie?
Zachary sounds genuinely guilty now as he clears his throat. This might be a bad time to bring this up, but I think I saw something about your brother on the news recently.
He’s always on the news,
I say in annoyance as I sling my backpack over my shoulder. There. Done. All packed, in record time.
It was different. I think he was hospitalized.
I am halfway to the door of our apartment when I swivel around. You didn’t think it was important to tell me this sooner?
I thought you would have seen it. I know you’ve been spending time at Starbucks lately…
The fact is, I haven’t been to any coffee shops. I’ve been working late, and lying about my whereabouts. I frown deeply. You know I don’t watch television, Zachary.
I didn’t take it seriously at the time. You know those Hollywood types and their drugs and rehab. It’s always drama with celebrities on the West Coast.
Cole isn’t a celebrity. He’s an architect.
He’s a celebrity architect, Soph. But if you think something is really wrong, I will do whatever I can to help out.
Considering this for a second, I nod. Get me your phone,
I demand. Zack scrambles in his pockets for his phone, but realizes he left it in his jacket, and has to limp over to the closet.
It may have been a while since I was last in the same room with my brother, but it’s been even longer since I’ve touched a device that could connect me to the Internet. I was banned from going online for years after I was caught hacking, but even after the ban was lifted, my employers thought it best that I do all my work with a paper and pencil. It was safer.
They wouldn’t even let me have a landline.
For the longest time, I thought I needed this restriction. I thought it was healthy.
I was an addict, after all, and putting a keyboard in my hands gave me way more power than any one girl is supposed to have. It was worse than giving Zack, and all the members of his squadron, fully-loaded, high-powered assault rifles. It took me a while to detox from the thrill of my cybercrimes, but I was reformed and I had repented. Besides, I enjoyed my new job, and they certainly paid me well enough.
When Zack returns from the closet with his cell phone, he extends his hand containing the slender object toward me. I stare at it warily, like an alcoholic looking at a gorgeous, perfectly mixed cocktail. I am about to reach out and take it, but when my fingers are a few inches from the tiny piece of technology, I hesitate and withdraw.
No. There are other ways to get information. I can find out what I need to know while getting away from here. Heading to the door of our apartment, I unlock the bolt and turn the doorknob so I can march out into the hallway.
Wait!
Zack calls, limping after me in his sweatpants.
I see it then, at our neighbor’s doorstep. A newspaper. Stooping to snatch it off the floor, I quickly rifle through to the business section. I am scanning through the pages rapidly when I see Zack pointing to the newspapers in my left hand. His face is ashen and his eyes are wide.
Soph…
he breathes.
My forehead creases as I turn back to the front page. The front page of all the sections. For a moment, the hallway spins around me as the headline grows blurry in my eyes. I stare at the letters so hard that I can see the molecules of ink staining the cream-colored newsprint. I can’t seem to focus on the individual words. In a caffeinated frenzy, my eyes dart around the paper like it is an encrypted message, and each symbol and image is a clue to decipher.
I feel suddenly weightless; the sentences on the page are alive and malicious.
The words swirl around in a maelstrom of black ink, and I know that they want to drown me.
VISIONARY CEO MURDERED IN HOSPITAL HE BUILT
Cole Hunter, the prodigy architect, was known for his cutting-edge designs and is responsible for hundreds of landmark buildings all over the world. He was not even thirty years old when he was gunned down late last night…