OLIVIA FOX [Completed]

Prologue

I am angry. And bitter. I want to hurt him. Just a little. But he is my husband. I love him. I should love him. Because he is my husband. I am enraged as he starts talking. He is trying to explain. It seems he is blaming it all on me.  Anger consumes my sense of reasoning and I throw the bottle of alcohol in my hand. The bottle falls. But not on the ground. It hits and breaks on the stove which is on. And the fire starts. I have been drinking. I am so terrified and I cannot move from the spot I am standing. The fire is spreading really fast. Why is the fire spreading really fast? My husband tries to stop the fire but the flames are furious and the entire place is smoky.  He screams at me RUN OUT. RUN OUT . I WILL SAVE THE BABY. My baby. Our baby. She is upstairs. Sleeping. I still cannot move. He lifts me off my feet. And drops me outside the house. STAY HERE. I WILL SAVE THE BABY. He runs back quickly into the house. The entire house is on fire now. How possible is it for fire to spread this fast? My heart is pounding and my throat is bitter. I widen my eyes in expectation. Hoping he would run out of the house that is now ablaze with Shirley, our seven months old daughter in his arms. Then the explosion happens. The house collapses. He is gone. She is gone. He is my husband and she is my daughter. No. He was my husband and she was my daughter. And it is all my fault. I killed my family. I let out a loud scream straight from my lungs and that is the last thing I remember.