I haven’t done this in years.
Haven’t let myself do this in years.
But it’s been a crappy couple of days for me, and between Car and Kara, my father has done a whole f*****g lot to piss me off.
I play with the lighter in my hand, focusing on the way it lights up beautifully.
Fire is f*****g beautiful. I flick the lighter over and over again, feeling a smirk curve up my lips.
Maybe if I hadn’t seen Car all helpless and immobile in that chair, I would’ve just as easily brushed this off and continued to keep myself calm, building toward a slower revenge tactic.
Flick.
But that isn’t the case. I was f*****g worked up already, only to find out that my father had been in my house, and he’d hit Kara all because of a f*****g hickey.
Flick.
I admit, he did say he was going to kill her if w
