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I would be long gone before they came. Well, that was the plan anyway. The problem was that I was very tempted to stick around and watch my revenge take place. How else was I going to know the dead dad been successful?
As I checked that the barricades were in place so that escape was impossible I had to smile. I was going to do a better job of this than they did all that time ago. Had they done what they were trying to do I would have been killed. They failed.
Now; now, finally, the time was right.
I systematically drove in all the nails covering every exit of that house. Windows, doors, and every loose bit of wall that they may manage to pry apart. That was, of course, the way that I had escaped all that time ago. I was not going to make the same mistake that they did.
Earlier that day, I had made my way inside the house using my trusty lock pick. All the batteries in the smoke alarms had been removed so they were going to get no warning.
Once all the lights had gone out I spurred myself into action. I poured petrol through the letterbox and followed it with a lit match. I stood just in long enough to make sure that the fire was going to take hold and spread through the house.
The temptation to stay and to my victim’s screams was immense. However, they were going to know it was me and the police would arrive. There was no way I was going to go to prison for this. So, I managed to walk away in a calm manner that would not arouse any suspicion in people who saw me. Not that they would see the scars that covered my body from being trapped in a fire. The hoodie made sure of that.
I caught the bus and left the town that I had called home for good.
Published by Angie Trafford
6 years ago 
