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“Fuck you, Dad,” I spit out before I walk out of the room, pick up the other can, and spill it as I walk.
When the cans are empty, and I’m so lightheaded I feel like I’m going to pass out, I head outside and suck in the fresh air. The cans go to the back of Kaison’s truck. If this were a normaltown, I’d be worried he’d get in trouble, but having this sort of thing in your truck around here isn’t surprising. If the Sheriff were to see him, he may question him because of who he is, but that old fuck is in his bed at this time.
“You got a lighter or something?” I ask.
Kaison smirks again. “Better.”
He goes to his truck and comes back with a bottle. There’s liquid inside and a rag hanging out of it.
“You’re fucking kidding,” I say with a laugh.
“How’s your aim?”
He holds it out to me, then pulls a lighter from his pocket. I take them from him.
“Good, I hope.”
I walk up the porch, standing a few feet from the door. I look over my shoulder.
“You sure about this?” I ask one more time.
“Little late for that, Kolt. The house is doused in gas.”
I shrug, light the rag, and whip it into the house. The glass shatters, and I run down the steps and across the lawn, Kaison following behind me.
By the time I turn around, there’s an orange glow from within the house. It gets brighter, flickers more, and in less than a minute, it’s spreading upstairs.
“I wish I could see it burn from the inside,” I say.
“Me too.” Kaison shoves his hands into his pockets, bumping me with his shoulder.
We stand there and watch the house we grew up in, the house I was sexually assaulted in by my father, go up in flames. Nothing has ever made me more happy than watching it burn to the ground.
Chapter Forty-One
Kolton
My phone wakes me first thing in the morning.
“Kolton, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, why?” I groan into the pillow, the phone to my ear.
It’s light in my room, probably around the time I normally wake up, but today I feel like sleeping in.
“Your house—your old house. It burned down.”
“Yeah,” I say, letting my eyes fall closed. I haven’t slept this good in a long damn time, and I plan to take advantage of that to the fullest.
It’s silent on the other end for a while.
“You knew?”
“You could say that.”
He huffs out a disbelieving sound. “I should have known.”
“Why do you sound disappointed?” I ask.
