Song: fuel to the fire: The maine
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I knew she wouldn't be there. She was out with her boyfriend. Forgiving him. For sure.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
She didn't answer, and nothing moved. The house was silent and dark.
Why did she always do this to me? Did I deserve this?
"MANDY!" I shouted at the stupid house. "Where are you?" Like the house could answer me. Fuck. Fuck it all this stupid girl and her stupid boyfriend.
With a slam of the car door I was off. Her house was gone. Off in the distence.
At first I had an idea in my head. A simple idea. It would be easy to get away with. Then as I arrived at the corner store, the idea wrapped itself in my brain like a snake, and it grew into a big juicy idea that grew and grew and grew until it exploded into a firework of and idea. One that gave me not only revenge, but the satusfaction of watching her fall.
The small box was all I needed. I scratched one against the side of the box and watched it spark a small fire. Yes this was perfect.
Mandy was going down in flames, and so was her house
