Lightning flashed, thunder clashed almost simultaneously. Callista screamed as the power went off and a random gust of wind blew out the torches. She flung herself in Jet’s arms, shivering and clinging to him desperately. Jet had never seen anyone so afraid of thunder before. She remained in his arms, paralyzed with fear.
“Hey,” he murmured. “Do you have a generator?”
“I don’t know. I think so?”
“Want me to go look?”
“No! Don’t leave me!” She clung to his arm when he tried to move. “Please. Stay here. I’d rather be with you in the dark than alone in the light.”
Jet held her close, rubbing her back comfortingly. Callista trembled every time the lightning flashed and tried not to scream when it thundered.
“It’s okay, Callie. It’s just a summer squall. It’ll pass soon,” he reassured quietly. “Do you want to go in the living room?”
“No. It’s scarier there. I know what’s out here. I don’t know what’s waiting.”
“Baby, you’ve written too many horror films. I promise, there are no psycho killers lurking in the living room to gank us. It’s just you and me here.”
© 2019 Dellani Oakes