He was bluffing. I knew when I walked away. I counted around eight steps and he jumped in front of me.
Let's go get you some new things.
What's the point? You'll just burn those too.
Not if you stay put. But if his hands are on things, they're going up in smoke. I don't want him putting things on you. I don't want him touching you. I'd burn you if I could, just to reduce you to ash and start you over again without him ever having touched you.
Baptism by fire.
If that's what it takes.
When are you just going to accept that this is the way things are?
NEVER.
Well, okay then. I really loved those jeans.
They weren't like French or something designer, were they?
No. They were from Walmart.
Oh okay then. Maybe I can buy you a couple pairs.
Great idea. So I'll have a backup pair when you burn the next outfit I wear.
I have a better idea, how about you just stay the fuck away from danger, like I told you when you were ten, Bridget!
Do I look like I'm still ten, Lochlan?
YES! YES YOU FUCKING DO! SO JUST LISTEN ALREADY!
