Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,64
terrified me the way you broke down the door t get to your whore, the rage in you, Fitz, I guess that’s what fuels a man like you. My brother was right, just like your sick, down syndrome brother, you are going to kill your pathetic whore… oops, yeah, you just did.”
I can hear him laugh and Mia gasp in pants, her eyes closed tight.
“And now, because you failed to see the trap and you made it worse by setting fire to the place, you’re about to lose your beauty.”
I don’t say a word, bidding my time as I pin him down in the smoke.
“Bet you didn’t even realize it, huh? Every move, every step was well calculated and you didn’t fucking see it! I have to admit, you and I were on par when we both decided to light shit up. I myself started a fire too, guess where?” he shouts. “At my fucking house!” He laughs. “And guess who was seen there, raging and foaming at the mouth with the need to kill me? Your brother!”
At that, I fucking snap.
In a move so fluid and languid, I make the knife an extension of my hand then release it.
It hurls across the warehouse and hits its target, right in the chest. Only it hits the wrong side than. I was intending, but the bastard screams in shock and sudden pain.
“You son of a bitch!”
I see him aim the gun at me. I think this is the end. Right here, with Mia dying in my arms and me, failed yet again.
I knew this night wasn’t going to end well for me but if it all ends in fire like this, smoke filling the place almost immediately making it hard to see, then it is what is it.
“Mia, I love you baby,” I whisper in her hair.
But nothing happens.
The gunshot I’m waiting for doesn’t come. Instead, I only hear the sound of the fire and something else in the distance coming closer.
The sound of firetruck and police sirens.
When I look up at the door, I see Shane frozen and perched up. He heard them too and now, he’s panicking,
“Shit, they’re not supposed to patrol this place.”
“Not when there’s a fucking fire, you dipshit!”
He looks at me, then looks out at the open door and then back at me.
“Either way, Fitz, you’re not going to make it out of here alive!” he seethes and then he surges to his feet and grabs a can of something… gasoline!
He unscrews the cap and starts pouring it everywhere, close to the door and then he flips a lighter, looks at me while he steps back, standing in the open doorway with a fucking smirk and then he drops the fucking lighter.
Fire catches instantly but I’m not bothered by fire.
The fucker’s smirk falters as he clearly sees that I’m perfectly calm.
“There’s no way out now!” he shouts. I ignore him and look down at Ma, covering her face and keeping her low so she doesn’t inhale the smoke.
The sirens are louder now, closer. Frustrated, Shane curses and kicks something and then he ducks out with a knife sticking in his chest.
And in all that, all I know is, broken and fucking half-dead, through the flames of hell or fucking floods, I’d walk through it all for Mia.
Smoke obscures my vision. I’m probably breathing it in, but I don’t give a damn.
With everything I have, I pick her up with both arms. The pain in close to unbearable. I’m practically useless, bordering on a total failure but not with Mia. Not with her life hanging on by a fucking thread.
I pick her petite frame up, tucking her into me, making her as small as possible.
I grip her to me so tight like I’d rather we be fused together then I get on my knees, looking straight at the door. If I look down at her battered face and the blood, I’ll lose it.
With that thought, I’m on my feet. Fire has surrounded the entire place, but I put one fucking step forward, then another, then another fucking one.
I feel the clothes on my back catch fire, but I keep going.
Nothing else matters now. Not even me.
She’s everything.
I failed her once, never again.
And into the fucking fire I go, making sure not one flame touches or so much as kiss an inch of her, burning her.
Only I get to fucking kiss any inch of her. Nothing and no one else! Forever.