Flint

 

I look down at our entangled hands, tightening my grip as I smile down at her face. She’s beautiful standing there with her wild eyes in her short white dress whipping around her thighs in the wind. I told her the angel wings weren’t necessary, she insisted.

We left the motel after we got cleaned up, in a cloud of euphoria, caught in the emotions we invoked in each other. We weren’t able to keep our hands off each other until we reached the bike, and even then I was swallowed whole by the feel of her all around me.

I found the farm on our stolen phone’s GPS app. We’d been heading this way the whole time without even realizing it, like it was predestined. We were meant to be here. We stopped the bike on the side of the road so nobody would be alerted to our arrival by the sound of the engine, and walked up here in silence. Neither of us had said a single word, we didn’t need to. We both knew what we came here to do. 

While Avalon went to check out the main house, I headed towards the shed out back. The house was dark but there was light coming from the shed. Nobody seemed to have cared about maintaining the old shed. The few smatterings of paint that was left was flaking leaving the wood mostly bare to the elements. The sun had dried up the wood and termites and wood borers have worked their way into it. From memory I knew that is where they always were, busy shooting up or counting the dealer’s money. I peeked through one of the windows. The floor was covered in hay, dirt and random garbage. Filthy. Equipment and chemicals to make their drugs took up every inch of space. I smiled. All of this would make this place light up in seconds.  My parents were in there, just as I suspected, but the dealer and two of his bodyguards being present was a nice surprise.

“That them?” Avalon asked when she came to stand next to me to peer into the window.

“Y...y--y-y.” I shook my head in frustration. I wasn’t stuttering because I was anxious or afraid like all the other times. No, this time, I was stuttering because I was so damn excited.

Maybe that should have been a red flag, being excited about killing my own parents, but I didn’t care. I know what all the doctors said, the police, anyone unlucky enough to have ever met me. That I was crazy, insane, troubled. I know I’m all of those things, but standing here with Avalon, I’m proud of what I am. I don’t need to hide anymore.

“Ready?” She smiles up at me.

I bring our intertwined hands to my lips so I can kiss hers and nod. “Ready.”

“I got this from the house.” She points over her shoulder to where the house stands in the distance and hands me a bottle of alcohol. I take another walk around the shed, making sure all the doors are secured by either a lock on the outside or a discarded piece of metal shoved through the handles. The windows have never been able to open and by the time the fire lights up all the chemicals inside and makes them explode, it will be too late for the assholes inside to escape. I come to a stop next to Avalon again in front of a low window. I dig out the knife in my pocket and cut off a piece off my shirt, after stuffing it inside the bottle, I set fire to one end of the drenched cloth. Pulling back my arm, I throw the bottle at the window. The sound of shattering glass is followed by screams of anger and confusion. And then the whole place goes up in flames.

I pull Avalon back to a safe distance while those screams of anger turn to ones of fear. We stand there watching, listening, waiting for the inevitable explosion to hit.               Avalon starts to giggle beside me, enraptured by the flames swallowing the wooden walls of the shed and my own laughter bursts through my chest as she dances around in the smoke. She looks like some kind of nymph or fairy tale goddess, arms in the sky and head thrown back in joy. She’s so beautiful. I can hardly believe my own luck. My whole life I thought I was alone, missing a piece, my soul mate. But who could ever love a monster like me? And yet, here she is. The other part of me, more pure and beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

The explosion sounds behind her, eliciting another peal of laughter from her. Then she looks at me, flames reflecting in her eyes, serene smile on her face and all I can do is look at her. She stops her dancing and walks towards me slowly.

“Are you happy?” She asks when she reaches me.

I nod and return her smile. “Yes, are you happy?” I return her question.

Her hands reach up to cup my face. “Never thought I’d be this happy. I think I may just explode from it.”

Then I take her mouth, I kiss her with all the passion I can muster, hoping that this kiss conveys all I want to say.

I love you. I adore you. I need you.

Our kiss changes. The tenderness in our lips makes way for animalistic desire. The way it always does with us. The way I always hope it will. I lay her down on the grass and angle myself between her thighs. With the flames lighting up the sky I pull the knife from my pocket again. I trail the edge of knife slowly up her thighs, watching the flames flicker in her eyes alongside her excitement. I slip the knife into the side of her cotton panties and with a quick flick of my wrist, I cut it open. I run the tip of the knife across her belly, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. I drag the knife down her cotton covered pussy and up again to cut through the other side of them. I fist my hand into the cotton and pull them off her. I run my fingers over her glistening pussy.               “Already so wet for me, Avalon?”

I smile as I lean over her, placing the knife tip at her throat I take her mouth. She moans into my mouth as I run the tip of knife down her collarbone and over her breasts. Her hips lift and grind into mine.

Our heat matches that of the fire still burning a few yards away from us. I can’t take it anymore. I am filled with so many emotions it’s hard to even think. I sit back up and rip her dress open. I look down at her, naked with only a pair of angel wings exposed to me.

I love this woman.

My angel.

We are fumbling limbs and grasping hands then, sucking lips and exploring tongues. We’re ravenous and wild. I take her until we’re both screaming in pleasure, until she clenches around me and I explode inside her, and as we lay there watching the smoke billow up into the night sky, there is no other place I’d rather be than here.

I’m here with her.

She’s here with me.

We are Thirteen.