Harper

I am thrown forward and on to the ground as the door flies in hitting me on the back. I scream out in pain from the impact and begin to cough. What the hell is going on? Is Levy, okay? Oh, my God. "LEVY!" I scream out.

"Harper, Harper are you okay? What was that?" Dylan's voice is edged with concern as he reaches for my hand.

"The door, can you move the door? I can't move it's too heavy," I tell him. He stands up and surveys the mess that is surrounding us.

"Where is dad? Where's my father?" He is almost bordering on hysterical as am I fearing the worse for Levy.

"I don't know he pushed me to the door and then the explosion went off. Some biker threw something into the garage, like a gas or a pipe bomb. Honestly, I have no idea."

He furrows his brows and scrubs his hand over his face. "Shit. It must have been something else if it was a gas bomb the house would have gone up."

"Can you help me please, Dylan then we can try and find Levy."

He grunts as he moves the heavy door that has landed on my back. The pain is excruciating and down my legs. I feel like a dead weight as he finally moves it and comes in front of me to grab my hands.

"My legs feel numb, shit," I murmur.

"You have got to try to stand, Harper."

I fight with my brain to make my legs move then finally can get myself into a kneeling position. I rest my free hand on my thigh and hang my head low coughing and spluttering. "What the hell was that stuff?"

"No idea, but we need to find dad. I will go and look. Can you grab your mobile if you have it on you and dial 911. Now."

I nod feeling useless and pathetic as I wait for my body to come back to life. My legs feel as if they have been amputated and the scorching pain searing down my back isn't helping any.

Knocking sounds on the front door. It's more than knocking it is a loud banging and then I hear my sister's voice calling for me. "I'm coming hold on," I yell back as best I can with a hoarse voice and aching throat. It feels like I have swallowed someone's week old socks. It makes my stomach churn and the vomit is threatening to come up.

"Can you see him?" I call out to Dylan who has gone into the garage.

"It's thick with smoke in here. It's a fucking mess. I can't see him. Harper get on to 911 now. Don't waste time. We need the ambulance here to check you out too and we need the fire team. I've got the extinguisher but they will need to be present. So far it is contained."

"On it," I say as I manage with all my effort to get myself on my feet. I topple forward and grab the counter in the utility room where I am, to steady myself. From my pocket I grab my mobile and thank God that it is still working.

I call 911 as I move into the kitchen and then to the hallway towards the front door which Taylor is banging down with her fists. I open the door. She flings herself at me.

"Oh my God, we saw an explosion. Are you okay, Harper? Are Dylan and Levy, okay? What happened?"

I bring her in and close the door on seeing my mother standing at our front door across the street clutching a hand over her mouth. I give her a thumbs up to let her know I am okay.

"We have no idea, oh, wait the caller has picked up, I'm on to 911." Taylor nods and places an arm around my waist to help me. Maybe she could sense my legs were about to buckle from underneath me.

She guides me to the kitchen and helps me to take a seat on one of the stools at the granite island. How can something like this happen? Whoever this brother of Jake's is, he is a fucking lose cannon and needs to be stopped immediately.

I speak to the operator who is very patient with me and assures me she is sending the emergency services straight away and a police vehicle with two officers to take statements.

I've explained to her that we cannot find Levy and dread fills my entire being not knowing what has happened to him. As soon as I can and have given the operator all the details, I hang up and get off the stool. My legs shake and give way. Taylor manages to grab me before I fall.

"Where do you think you're going? Sit down and I will make you some sweet tea." Like that is going to help but I admire her for being here for me.

"I need to see if Levy is okay. Dylan is in the garage he could be inhaling all sorts of harmful chemicals."

"Listen to me, Harper," she starts sounding all of a sudden very grown up. "He is a grown man; he can handle himself. Besides emergency services are coming and can check him out. You need to stay put and have something sweet. You are in shock. Tell me what happened. Momma is terrified."

"Listen first go back and tell momma it is okay. She will be worried sick. I can make the tea." I have to get rid of her as helpful and sweet as she is being right now. I need to get into the garage to see what happened to Levy.

The mere thought of something awful happening to me makes me feel like I am going to be sick. My stomach lurches and falls like the dip on a high rollercoaster. The room begins to spin and my heart feels like it is being chipped away at.

"Fine, but stay here."

"And Taylor, don't bring her over. Momma has had way too much going on for her first day out. This wasn't on the cards for her today. Someone needs to be keeping an eye on her. You know in case...," I trail off there is no need to state the obvious.

The conflict in my younger sister's eyes is obvious. She wants to be here for me but also knows that someone needs to be at home with momma. We can't be too careful just yet as far as our mother is concerned. It hasn't even been a day and all of this has happened.

"I can't find him," Dylan tells me as he comes into the kitchen rubbing his forehead with his hand. It's his sign of high stress and we are both feeling it right now.

"He has got to be somewhere. Unless..." I can't even bring myself to say the words. "Dylan can an explosion like that blow a man up?"

The look in his eyes makes my body tremble with fear. I've never felt anything like this cold terror that envelops me. "Taylor go to momma now please. Dylan and I will be fine."

She grumbles but does leave us both in the kitchen. Dylan waits until the door is properly closed behind her. He rubs the back of his neck. "There would be indications, Harper if that were the case. There isn't anything out in the garage. I cannot see him."

He doesn't need to explain to me what he means by there will be indications. I know he is referring to body parts. I let out a sigh of relief that at least Levy isn't scattered around his garage. Then another fear grabs me and somersaults my stomach. I put a hand in front of my mouth as I begin to gag.

Dylan is quick to come towards me and lead me to the kitchen sink. He holds my hair back as the vomit comes up, wrenching at my gut. The vile taste of acid making me feel even worse. Sweat beads on my forehead. My top feels sticky against the sweat pooling on my back.

"Dylan, what if that person took him and he is in real danger? What if they intend to hurt him and torture him?"