Burning love

Chapter 1 (Becky's POV)

"Everyone please step away from the scene, stay back for your own safety" David calls out on the megaphone at the growing crowd around us.

Five minutes on shift and we have already been called out for a RTC. One car has the front crumpled in and the driver is trapped because of the mangled steering wheel crushing his legs. There is a second car flipped on its roof with the driver also still inside but unconscious.

Surrounding us is a mix of sirens, the megaphone, screaming from the conscious driver and the captain barking orders. Sometimes it's hard to focus on the job in hand with so many distractions.

"Scott!" My name gets hollered by my captain, I head over to him. "You and Bishop work on the flipped car. Get that man out with little damage." He then walks away leaving us to it, while he tends to the other car.

Me and Bishop head for the truck, "get a neck brace and back support. I'll grab the scissors and straps" I say to Bishop, he nods and starts gathering the bits he needs.

Half an hour it took to get him out, we had to get the paramedics to sedate him because he started to come to, we really didn't want him moving before we could secure his body just in case there's any damage. But I think we did a good job of removing him with very little movement. We are all bundled back into the truck heading back to the fire station.

I grab my phone out of my bag it's eight-thirty pm, once I'm back at the station I'll give my ex a call, see if our daughter is still awake, so I can say goodnight. But I half expect she's already in bed.

"Scott, how did your date go?" Bishop asks from next to me.

I agreed to a date through a dating app for the first time this week. I was starting to feel a bit lonely since my divorce and wanted to try something different. The woman was called Kelly, she was a nice person but very direct. Maybe a little too direct for my liking. There just wasn't that spark between us.

"She was nice, very beautiful but just not for me. I think the feeling was mutual" I reply to him.

"I'm sure you'll find Mrs right soon. You are a catch! If you were still swinging my way I would try and date you" he winks at me.

Me and Bishop have been good friends for a long time, we both joined the station together and we were both in the same class at the academy. He was there for me when my marriage broke down, he let me stay at his flat with him until I found somewhere to live.

"Yeah, I still think I prefer to meet someone personally rather than through the dating app" I reply to him.

"You never know though, I've had a couple of great girlfriends using apps" Bishop answers.

"That's true, maybe I just feel this way because it's different".

"Plus it's a good place to find someone if you just want to get laid!" Bishop laughs.

I hit him playfully "you're such a boy!"

"Hey, we all have needs. I'm sure you would like a no strings attached bit of attention".

I don't say anything, but it is true. It's been a long time since I have been with anyone. Sometimes I just want to feel that connection with someone, feel someone else's skin against mine. Be taken to an orgasm by someone other than me.

"I am available if you really need a hand" Bishop whispers in my ear.

I hit him again and laugh. He always playfully hits on me but we are just friends. We will never be anything more than that.

The truck pulls into the station and we all get out, stripping out of our coats and trousers, hanging them up ready for the next call out. I pull my phone back out of my pocket and call Harry. He answers after a couple of rings.

"Sorry Becks, she's already gone down" he says with a sincere apology. Our marriage break down wasn't sour. It was very civil, we have stayed friends which makes raising our daughter much easier.

"I thought she would be. When she wakes up in the morning can you call me so I can talk to her?" I feel genuinely gutted, I love my job but sometimes it does pull me away from the little things I enjoy in life. I never want my daughter to think my work takes priority over her, it's just when the calls come in we have to go.

"Of course. Have a good shift, stay safe" harry replies.

"Thank you" I hang up.

I do wish all the best for Harry, I hope he does find someone who will fully love him. As the years went by on our marriage I realised my love for him was just friendship, and what my heart wanted he would never be able to give me. I want a woman. He understood that, he was heartbroken and hurt of course, but he knew from day one I swung both ways. It's just as I got more and more in tune with my feelings I realised maybe I only swung one way after all. But for years I wasn't giving our relationship the full attention it needed. Harry deserves more than I was giving him.

"Scott! Dinner is ready" Bishop hollers from the dinning room window upstairs.

I make my way up the metal staircase into the dining room, everyone is tucking into the chilli con carne one of our coworkers has made and left simmering while we were on call. I sit myself down next to Bishop.

RING RING! "Truck 16, ladder 16, Aid car 16, required for house fire" the loud alarm rings out across the station.

All of us stand leaving the food where it is and head back down to the trucks. For all our vehicles to be called out it must be a big fire. Dinner has to wait, I've got a feeling it's going to be one of those nights where there's going to be little rest time.