Alyssa

35. Burn

I quickly pulled myself away from his chest looking at him, "I want to see leo" I said, trying to get down.

"No" he said quickly halting my movements.

"I want to see him" I said as my voice cracked.

He shook his head slowly, "I said no, no means no"

"I want to see him" I said getting down from the bed.

"Lyssa, listen to me. Leo is fine but you are not allowed to see him" he said softly.

"I don't care if I am allowed to or not but I am going" I said walking to the door. As I opened the door i glanced back to find sitting in the same place staring at the bed.

I turned around to walk out but stopped myself hearing him speak.

"Ales told you not to tell you anything about leo, if you ask about him he will know i told you the truth."

"Why does he hate me so much" I asked.

"You got it all wrong. He doesn't -" I cut him off.

"Don't" I said sternly a bravery I didn't know existed in me coming out. "I don't wanna hear about anything"
I walked out slamming the door shut as I walked to my room various thoughts running through my head. But one thing highlighted the most. I want to do something to ales. Something that would actually cause him some huge trouble.

If everything my so called well wisher said was real then I can easily call mason on ales but I don't believe mason would harm anyone, he is the most gentlest person ever.

If not, then what do I do?

I watched as the maid sprayed some cleaning spray on the tv before wiping it with a cloth.

A thought flashed and i immediately moved to implement it not wasting any time in thinking it over.

I walked into the store room and grabbed two huge gallons of sanitizer and walked out making my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a lighter from there and made my way upstairs to ales's home office, which he treats like treasure.

I have heard everyone say how important his office is and how many important and confidential documents are placed, as it is much safer than his outside office.

To my complete luck today the door which is always locked was open.

I placed one gallon of sanitizer down and grabbed the other, opening it. I poured the sanitizer all over the book selves completely drenching them. I grabbed the other gallon and poured it all over the couch and his desk.

They always call me crazy and how I am gonna show him just how crazy I am.

I grabbed the lighter and lit the entire room on fire.

I walked out and stood at a safe distance watching everything burn down without an ounce of regret.

Do you guys think I did the right thing?

Don't you guys think he deserves it?