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Rachel, Holden, Ian, Jade, and Joe join us in the foyer with cans of gasoline. We each take one and spread out around the house, pouring it on curtains, rugs, and furniture. Soaking it into the very bones of the house to ensure nothing but ash is left of this castle of terrible memories. We work our way through every room of every floor until we make it back to the office where Declan stayed with Charles. He looks even worse than when we left. We need to pick up the pace.
Scar kicks Donahue’s chair back, letting it crash and splinter on the floor. I kick Bernard’s chair over in the same manner while Kade follows suit with Schroder. Working together, we drag the three of them together and cut the restraints free of them. Scar works quickly as she pulls each knife free with a twist. Making sure each and every wound is capitalized on.
None of them have the strength to fight back or even move with their newfound freedom. Each one has lost hope and submitted to their fate. They know it’s impossible to make it out of this room. I don’t think they even want to anymore. Scar has stripped them of their power, their dignity, and even their will to live. I’ve never been more proud or in love with her.
She stands back to admire her handiwork and a small, satisfied grin soothes my rough edges. It's not manic or edged with adrenaline but something much softer. Healing. She got what she needed from this.
“You’re going to lay here in a growing pool of your own blood, watching the flames grow closer and closer. The smoke is going to burn through your nose all the way down to your lungs, making each breath more painful than the last. You’re going to lay here, helpless, in pain, craving death as the heat from the fire grows oppressive. You’ll watch the blood seep from your body and know there’s nothing you can do but pray for it to be over soon. And just when you think it can’t get any worse, when you can barely breathe and your head is getting light from the lack of oxygen and your lungs are shriveling up inside, the flames will reach your skin. It’ll be pain like you’ve never experienced before. I’d stay to watch, but you’re really not worth it anymore. You’re nothing but the soon-to-be ashes under my shoes. I hope you get used to the sensation of burning, because I hear there are lots of flames in hell.”
She stands above them, powerful and fierce, stronger than she’s ever been. Free from the chains of her past. Broken by her very own hands.
There’s just one final touch needed before we light this bitch up and finally move on with our lives. She stands from where she crouched over Donahue and I grab her hand before she turns her back and walks away from them for the last time.
Thank god we’re done because I don’t know how much longer I could have held on. I release her hand as she gives me a confused look but I just smirk and unzip my pants. “They aren’t even worth being the ash under your shoe,” I say as I finally find relief and begin to take a piss. Scar gives a surprised snort as I cover all three of them. She shakes her head but she’s smiling as she watches them cower under my stream, not even trying to avoid it. They’ve already accepted it. She has accomplished what she has set out to do, completely break them before wiping them from this plane of existence.
What better to show that than a golden shower?
It’s a good thing I drank all that water.
Declan shakes his head while watching me. “I’ve always called you the messy one, but I think I’m upgrading you to the deranged one now.”
I smirk. I happen to like that nickname. And by the twitch of Scar’s lips and the way she grabs my hand after I tuck my dick away, I think she agrees. “I’ve created a monster,” she sighs.
I plant a fat kiss on her cheek. “But I’m your monster.”
Chapter Thirty-Three Kade
There’ssomething different about Scar as we walk out of the office. She seems lighter and darker all at the same time. One thing is for sure, she’s stronger than she’s ever been. Truly ready to discover whatever the next step in our journey is.
I’m almost jealous I didn’t think to piss on the fuckers the way Ry did. Kind of unhinged behavior, but I support it. At least all the water he was drinking makes sense now. Sick bastard.
Scar stops at the end of the hallway and takes a deep breath before searching out Charles.
“You ready to say goodbye to this place?” she asks him in a soft whisper.
He leans against her, but he’s barely staying on his own feet. Declan tightens his hold on his waist. He manages to kiss the top of her head softly. A few weeks ago it would have been enough to drive me mad, ready to launch my fist into his face. Now, I can’t seem to dredge up that same anger or jealousy.
Understanding their relationship was never in a romantic way did a lot to ease my jealousy, but it’s more than that. I never knew Charles in the past, only a jaded perspective of him. I never saw the way they leaned on each other, the way they supported and understood the other without needing words. I only ever saw the wounds he left her. I’m finally starting to get it. If Scar can leave her past in this burning mausoleum, so can I. We may never be best friends, but I can at least accept Scar needs him.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” he says, his voice thready. As soon as he pulls away from her, Declan sweeps him off his feet and begins to carry him. Charles’ body sags in his arms and a flash of the pain he must be in crosses his face. “Oh, Declan. At least take a guy to dinner first,” he jokes in spite of his worsening condition.
Luca rolls his eyes, but I recognize the concern he’s trying to hide. “If he’s okay enough to joke, he’s okay enough to walk.”
Charles drops his voice to a faux whisper. “I think you’re making your husband jealous.”
“I will drop your ass right here and leave you behind,” D threatens. The banter does more than anything else could to lighten the atmosphere. None of us are ignorant to how huge this final step is. It’s years and years of work coming to an end. The last page of a story that has been waiting to come to a close for a very long time.
“Scar would save me,” Charles argues back. “Wouldn't you, Tootsie Roll? It would be such a nice full-circle moment, you know? Save me and carry me out of a burning building.”
Scar snorts and shakes her head, but the light in her eyes is all the confirmation I need. “I’m saving you by proxy,” she responds and pulls a match from her pocket. Then another. “Together?”
He nods. “Together.” She lights one and hands it to Charles before lighting the other.
“Goodbye,” she whispers and they both throw their matches down the hallway. They stand for a moment, watching as the flames take root and begin to spread.
“Let’s go, Ladybug,” I whisper in her ear. She looks up at me and smiles.
“There’s nothing left here for us,” she agrees and leads us all out the front door.
