All Chapters of FIRE CRACKER : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The gun fire had gone on for a while before Daniel showed up with some men I recognized from the mansion, two of the man that had been shooting at us escaped, but the one I had shot in the foot lingered around. The man was apprehended by the men from the house and we drove home casually.“For a moment there, I thought we were actually going to die or something.” I breathed. Daniel glanced at me from the drivers mirror and squeezed my hand. A silent reassurance from him that I had been getting a lot of lately.The drive to the mansion was awfully quiet and when we arrived, I immediately went up to my room for a nap, I needed to sleep all the adrenalin off, as much as you wanted a superstar character, I’m only human and I get tired too.I had woken up a few hours later, just in time for dinner but I was nit ready to see anyone, well apart from one person. I untangled myself from my thick purple duvet and slipped on my soft flip plops. Even after that long nap, I felt exhausted. I wasn’t

The second time I opened my eyes, I met a rather odd sight. Right at the edge of what I assumed was my bed, someone sat still.My eyes traced from the brown jeans to the tied messy brown hair before I locked eyes with her. Her eyes held such emotion that could send shivers down anyone’s spine. Yet for some reason, I found myself grinning ear to ear and I could see it.I could see she was irritated.“This is what you wanted right?” She spat in a menacing tone that was soaked with frustration, I rolled my eyes at her approach, the animal beneath her perfect exterior was banging on the walls to be open.I tsked at her obvious displeasure. “Don’t tell me...” I began and matched her gaze, “That you can’t even swallow your bitter pill?” I spat at her, my voice was hoarse and I felt weak, but I knew I had to muster the strength to stand up to this woman no matter what. “I treated you with nothing but kindness.” She gritted out with pained eyes.“You ruined my life from the day I was born.”

“Won’t you at least say something today?” I heard Emily’s voice for the millionth time and they hit like the first. Her eyes sparkled with tears and she stared at me in expectancy, her green orbs begged me to speak — to say something. But I did not.I had not spoken a word to anyone since that day. Even though it had just been fourth-eight hours, it seemed to be taking a toll on Daniel and Emily but I was fine with it. I was used to not speaking for days or hours because I was either kept in the closet as a child or gagged so the neighbors would not hear my screams. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and glanced at Emilia who had a tear rolling down her cheek. I did the same thing I had done for the past 48 hours, I reached out and squeezed her hand. To somehow offer her some sort of support. Maybe reassurance. Because in some odd way, I understood why she was freaking out. I would react the same way if someone I cared about was acting like that — completely mute. We c

Three days ago I would have imagined myself being responsible for something as horrific as this,I was a lot of things: impulsive, exaggerative, sarcastic, witty, and maybe sometimes rude. But I had never been capable of hitting anyone intentionally. That was until three minutes ago.Whether it was the uncomfortable sirens from the ambulance or the way my insides twisted in knots as she was wheeled away, unmoving and unconscious — I had no clue.All I knew was that there was a part of me that enjoyed this, that savored this moment and was hungry for me and I was a little hesitant to feed it.The sound of a loud collision filled the living room. My neck was snapped to the side and I locked eyes with Mrs. Amber when I looked up. She had the look that Alice always wore. The one that was filled with disappointment and anger.Her anger and frustration were justified. So were the yelling and arguments that we were floating in the living room below me. I was standing at the farthest top of t

“That is not it at all,” His voice as he spoke. I scoffed, the tone sounded too familiar and shook the foundation of the memories I had bottled up over the years.It faintly reminded me of those times I had asked Alice why she was so distant and why she could never love me, this tone had been soaked and coupled with her emotionless eyes.“You know what?” I asked and walked toward the door, my legs sloppily moved and I clenched my jaw. “I’m sick of this,” I admitted in a strong tone. “I’m sick of this back and for and all of your lies,” I continued. “You are just like Alice you are perfect for each other,” I confessed my face contorted in pain, and my eyes stung. “I hate you, Elliot! I hate you so much!” I cried. “I hate that I waited for you for twenty-three years only for you to choose the woman who ruined my life over me!” I snapped. “I hated that you never did anything — That you never do anything!” I cried.I banged my head on the wall in the room. “And I freaking hate myself for