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13.Divine Needs

I must admit, I'm impressed by how long My Spit Fire has stayed away, she's finally learned to listen and I could not be more thrilled. Things were uncertain for a while after that blow out between us and I spent days angry, that is until I got the news. The news that she had gotten her stupid self hurt. It turned out not to be serious, her car is totaled but from what Frost tells me the worst Ember got was a fractured arm. She'll be fine, but for a moment there I thought I'd lost her despite my best efforts. Now I'm in the process of piecing that night back together in my mind.

I'm used to forgetting things and learning to live without certain memories but before Ember can come back I've got to figure out what happened. I can recall the best moments of that night, the way her eyes lit up when I whispered those words into her ears and that heart pumping laugh. I love that laugh of hers and every time I heard it I couldn't help kissing her, capturing her perfect lips in mine.

I was so stupid stupid stupid

I was pissed enough already having to clean up the crap left by idiots who don't do their jobs and I have to show them for the thousandth time the proper way to kill someone. The concept is not that hard to grasp, witnesses can't snitch if they're not breathing and no one can say they're dead if there's no body. No body, no case; am I right? I just hate when things are all but spelled out and people still find a way to complicate the situation eating into my time because I have to stop everything and fix their mess.

And Ember, damn that beautiful disaster, made it all that much harder for me to leave when she came prancing over with that wild mass of hair and heavenly body. Her smile was so bright as she heads my way and it's nearly enough to make me chuck my phone into the snow where it can't bother me. Then I'd be free to play with My favorite toy for the rest of the night, that would have been wonderful. But I couldn't do that no matter how badly I wanted to, there's business to be handled and Ember isn't supposed to be so important that I forget whats gotta be done. If only ember let it be so simple as me walking away, she just had to keep pushing me, pushing and pushing until I popped.

That's when it happened again, a total blackout where I don't remember what I did and Just arrive in carnage when my eyes open. Ever since Dr. Quinzel started me on that damn electro shock "therapy" my memory grows worse than ever before.' It should help,' she'd say when I would give her a withering gaze that my spit fire would not even flinch at, 'I don't get a choice in this it's my job.'

Is that the kind of medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?!

There are moments where I find myself actually growing fond of her and why the hell not? She's gorgeous and whether she realizes it or not, so eager to please and so full of innocence; those are qualities I look for in a woman. But she is far too attached to society for my taste, besides I've got my hands full enough as it is with Ember so for now I'll keep Quinzel in my back pocket. One day I will show her just how much her therapy helps, until then there's only one person who can understand what it feels like to spiral into a blackhole of rage and confusion. Unfortunately I screwed up royally with Ember Les Madaton and here is the one time I actually regret what I have done. The moment just replays in my mind.

Ember retaliated, nearly knocking me on my ass while I'm already pissed the hell off and I came out of the dark in a rage. I had just enough in me to warn her because I knew the second I got my hands on her I would not stop until she was dead. And the very last thing I need is to have my spit fires lifeless body beneath me. How long could I go knowing I snuffed out the flames of gorgeous chaos I'd come to love? I can barely stand this time apart and it's only been a few days. I know because of this nagging ach that I could never survive it, perhaps it would all be different if she'd done something like this at the club Five months ago. Now, I find even a second without her to be nearly impossible, an ache hovers over my skin as a replacement to my constant companion. My mind has been made, I wanted my Spit Fire back and I wanted her now.And If there is one thing I can count on Ember for it's her way of loving and adoring me so long as I'm on my best behavior, so now that I am about to welcome her with open arms, she will come running.