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Hello my favourite people! Here is an extract from my newest story called “Kindling” which will be coming out 01.02.25, enjoy <3
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"That damn boy" His Dad muttered, shoving his briefcase onto the floor and kicking his shoes off, they flew into the wall with a crash before flopping lopsidedly onto the ground. Finley Carter crouched down delicately straightening them out before turning to his father, who was still muttering under his breath. "Absolute scoundrel, fucking asshole. He's going to be the death of me I swear to Christ"
"Are- Are you okay, Dad?" Finley asked softly. His Dad’s police uniform had scorch marks littering it, and he smelt as if he’d just slept on a barbecue for an hour straight.
"It's nothing for you to worry about" His Dad, Chief Carter replied, offering an unconvincing smile to Finley. "Just trouble at work, that's all"
"Oh" Finley answered his voice still quiet. From the state his Dad had come into the house in, it seemed like more than 'just trouble'
"Continue staying away from Lance Harris for me, okay?" His Dad then added, glancing firmly at his son.
"Yes Dad" Finley replied obediently. Even the name on its own sent shivers down his spine. Lance Harris was the towns resident troublemaker, the true definition of a bad boy. He wore leather jackets, drove a beat up car, smoked, and had a penchant for setting fires. Allegedly at least, though it was an open secret at this point. He walked around the halls of Finley's school with all the swagger in the world. A cocky grin always plastered to his face, an uncaring attitude always on display. He didn't care who you were, or where you came from. People were all the same to Lance Harris. Just little pawns for his dangerous game.
Finley's Dad had recounted those words to him countless times over meals, sat on the couch, in the car, heck even when they were on holiday in France sat by the pool. Nothing got under his Dad’s skin more than Lance Harris.
—Kindling | 01.02.25–
