Excert from Trilogy in Progress Book 1

“I don’t know!” Emily yelled. Tyler put a hand on her mouth to keep her quiet, then made his way to the window and opened it. “Get out,” Tyler pushed Emily through the window, “Quietly. I'll be there in a second.”
“But brother…”
“Now,”
“No, brother…” then with a scream, Emily jerked downwards. By instinct, Tyler grabbed her by the wrist, and looking down he realized they were a few hundred stories off the ground. How the hell did that happen?? Emily was beginning to scream now, looking down at how high up she was and how much she had to fall. But Tyler only had her by the wrist, getting her up would be a tricky thing.
Suddenly, Emily slipped a little more, and Tyler only had her by the fingers. He leaned out of the window, trying to grab Emily’s other hand, which was swaying for help. They missed by one try, then another, and Emily was still slipping. “Emily! Look at my elbow and try for my hand!”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it!” Emily did as she was told, and almost by magic, their hands met. Just as Tyler let the rock in his throat drop a little as he brought Emily up, he realized why he was having such a hard time moving: his shirt was stuck to the windowsill. He tried to avoid it and continue to pull at Emily, but it was digging in to more than just his shirt. He felt a surge of pain on the right side of his stomach and saw a little blood drip down onto his shoe. Now he really couldn’t move. He needed his hands, but he couldn’t let go of Emily. She needed something to hold on to besides him.
Just then, he saw a metal pole, running lengthwise down the building. There were extensions coming out of it, handholds, Tyler thought. “Emily, I need you to hold on to the pole!”
“How?” He told her how, and with great difficulty, Emily let go of one hand and pulled herself onto the pole, then let go of the other hand and she was completely on her own.
Tyler quickly moved away from the window, seeing now a big cut on his side. Then he realized he couldn’t move out over the windowsill again, or the same thing will happen. “Brother!!” He heard Emily cry.
“I’ll be right there!” He had to find something to bring her in, something. The desk! Tyler swiftly moved over to the desk and took the chair in front of it. Extending the chair out, it was just long enough for Emily to grab hold of a bar between two legs. “Hold on!” Tyler yelled and reeled her in. “Watch the windowsill,” he said. After a few more seconds, Emily was safely inside the room. She then tackled her brother to the ground, but only to find her hands in blood. “OW, Emily!!”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a cheery voice on the outside chimed “Hello, party time!”