I stare up at the blood-painted ceiling of the shop. This Stop & Shop I used to call my home. Its wooden floors are stained with soot as the wallpaper and everything in between burns to a crisp.What went down here, in this town, never should have happened.
Death might have been quick, but the mark it left on this place … on me … is permanent.
And it’s all because of me.
My actions. Every misstep. Every obsession and every desire.
It all led to this moment.
None of it should have ever happened. Not me, not my fiery rage. None of it … But especially not her.
Dixie Burrell. The one girl I always wanted but could never have. Not truly. Not fully. Never completely mine, even though I tried so fucking hard.
Damn … I even killed for her.
And it fucking ruined us both.
I should’ve never set my eyes on her. Should’ve never let her get close and witness the real me. The dark monster hiding within.
She should’ve never stepped foot in this shop all those years ago. Should’ve never opened her mouth in front of me and spoken a single word with that sweet, sinful voice of hers.
Because with her sassy stubbornness, that gorgeous body, and fascinating mind she left her mark on my heart and tainted my very essence … Blackened my soul until there was nothing left but fire and ash.
And now she’ll be my undoing.
I sit down on a chair and witness the onslaught around me, the beautiful chaos of the smoke filling the air and the flames licking the windows. I don’t intend to move. Not one inch.
I’ve set my memories on fire.
And with them I’ll burn too.