Here's Lily by Nancy Rue

where to go from there, so she’d just looked at him.
    â€œThere you go again, givin’ me that creepy look,” Shad said. “You freak me out.”
    Lily took in a deep breath to sigh now, but she stopped in mid-sniff. Something didn’t smell like it was supposed to.
    She glanced at the stove, and she could feel her eyes popping. The frying pan was smoking like a chimney. One look told her that the bacon was dry and hard now .
    She grabbed for a pot holder and started to lift the pan off the burner. But there were flames starting to lick at the grease in the bottom.
    â€œDad!” Lily yelled. “The bacon’s burning!”
    There was no answer from the study, and the flame tongues were lashing up higher. Heart racing, Lily dove for the sink and snatched up the first thing her hand hit—the empty iced tea pitcher. Still screaming for her father, she filled up the pitcher and made another dive for the stove.
    By now the flames were reaching up for the hood over the stove top. Lily held on to the pitcher with both hands and flung its contents into the pan.
    Suddenly all she saw was a flash of gold as the fire rushed at her like a genie coming out of a bottle. Something bit, hard and hot, at her face, and she dropped the pitcher and started to fling her hands at her cheeks. Hands caught her from behind and pulled her back.
    â€œDon’t touch it!” Dad cried.
    â€œI didn’t touch it!”
    But Dad wasn’t talking about the blazing frying pan. He was talking about Lily’s face. He brought both of his palms against her cheeks and slapped at them until Lily was screaming. Then he put something wet and cold over her whole face.
    â€œHold that there!” he shouted.
    He had to shout. There was so much noise in the kitchen now—the fire crackling and the bacon grease popping like gunshots and the smoke detector screaming— that Lily could barely hear her own thoughts.
    But then she did hear a shriek that made her tear the wet towel from her face in terror. Dad clutched one hand under his opposite armpit while he beat back the flames with a wet towel held in the other. Through the smoke Lily could see his face twisted like a Halloween mask.
    â€œCan you get the fire extinguisher?” Dad shouted to her.
    Lily dropped her own wet towel and yanked the extinguisher off the wall. She held it out to Dad, but he shook his head. “You’ll have to do it!” he shouted.
    He was coughing now, and so was Lily. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could even breathe anymore. Hacking from her throat and squinting her eyes, she managed to push the right button. Foam leaped from the little hose and tried to smother the flames, but they fought back stubbornly.
    â€œCome on!” Dad cried. “Let’s get outside!”
    Lily was still squirting as Dad hooked his arm around her elbow and hauled her out the back door. It was only when they’d stumbled down the back steps and he let go of her that Lily saw that his hands were white and charred-looking.
    â€œDaddy, you’re burned!”
    â€œI know, sweetheart. Come on. Let’s get to a phone!”
    But someone obviously already had, for just then there was a high-pitched wail from down the street, and the early-evening dark was shot through with red lights. Crooking his arm through Lily’s again, Dad pulled her to the front yard.
    â€œDaddy, you’re hurt bad!” Lily cried. “You can’t even use your hands!”
    â€œIt’s all right. I’m fine!”
    When they got to the front yard, however, and ran straight into the front of a big man in an even bigger black coat, it turned out Dad wasn’t fine at all.
    â€œAmbulance is on its way!” the man shouted over the din of sirens and shouting and water-shooting. “Lie down out here, out of the smoke!”
    Two other men in heavy coats ushered Lily and her father across the street to a spot on the sidewalk