Pleasing them no longer my concern. I tried but realized no amount of pushing or bribing was going to change their minds. They’ll come around at their own time.
My sole focus is back on my girl. Even if by technicality she believes she isn’t mine as of current.
Physically, she’s untouchable but mentally I know she’s mine. Ingrained in her head much as she is in mine.
We are the same like this. Equal in our unescape from the other.
It should be alarming how that one little fact satisfies me. Pushes me to keep going. I never said I was sane.
Eli gestures, lifting his head. Finn is smug, barely holding back his smirk.
My grip firms. I hear the slight crack of wood splintering and loosen my hold. Can’t have my fun toy snapping in half before all the entertainment.
Too bad for me, my fingers are as twitchy as my nerves.
The edges of my eyes crease. Shooting a scathing look at the two people I still consider best friends even if they ditched me.
That had been yesterday though. Today a new day.
A fresh start forretribution.
The dirt and rust caked around the base of the trailer like the wrapping of a present. My grin turns vicious. I always have found comfort in ruin.
Guess I’ll have to go inside to find my prize.
I move first, and my smile fades, stepping inside. I don’t pay much attention to anything. Letting my wrists do the talking, swinging at any and everything instead.
I can’t or I’d already be back in my car halfway back to the hotel. Chewing Princess’s perfect ass out for being so careless. Living so recklessly. The front door was barely on its hinges, for Christ’s sake.
Using that as my fuel, I carry on.
Finn, Eli, and I work together while also not, at the same time. All of us here for the same purpose. Each with our own agendas when it comes to blowing off the steam.
I’m not sure how long we stay inside. Smashing, tearing, or ripping apart anything in sight. Windows, cabinets, tables, a couch, the TV, and even her pathetic-looking mattress in the back. Nothing is safe in the hands of the hellhounds.
We don’t stop until every last item is pulverized to dust. Making it unlivable ever again.
Sweat drenches the middle of my back. My shirt had been stuck to my skin before I’d peeled it off over my shoulders. I have that jitteriness again. Eager to grab what I’d sat down by the tree seconds before they arrived.
“We aren’t done,” I grunt. Wiping at my brow.
The winds outside have picked up a bit since earlier. The chill feels nice now that I’ve put in a solid workout.
Finn and Eli shoot me equal expressions of confusion. But it’s Finn who speaks up. The longer parts of his hair blow in the breeze as he speaks.
“What do you mean?” His mouth twists. “No way she’ll ever be able to live in that shithole again. We nuked it.”
I know that, but that isn’t enough. Not for me.
Their turmoil shifts into recognition the second I pull out the can of lighter fluid. Balling up my shirt, I douse it with every last drop. Tossing it inside the opening that used to have a door.
Their eyes as dangerous as I feel when I pull out the lighter. The same one that had been the start—the reason she left—now used to seek justice.
Raising it, the small flame dances even as the air stills around us. Their eyes haunting as they reflect off the yellowish-orange glow.
“We started this together. We finish this together.”
That’s our rule. We don’t break it. Personal opinions be damned.