Where We Found Our Home by Natasha Bishop

 

Eddie

I’m almost sad to see our game coming to an end.

I blew up a few cars today. Yet another fire you’ve made me set. You know, toys are supposed to be played with. They’re not supposed to be doing the playing. Let’s see how long it takes your little boyfriend to realize it was me behind it. He’ll come running like the hero you want him to be so badly, but he’ll be too late. His bitch of a sister will be dead. And you? You’ll be right where you belong. With me.

I could keep the game going a little longer, but I’ve decided you need to be punished for your insubordinance. It’ll crush you to watch the coffee-shop bitch die. And it’ll absolutely kill you to watch the false hero die. Maybe then your little bodyguards will realize that I’m not fucking around, and they’ll do what they should’ve done from the very beginning. They’ll shun you. And then you’ll be all alone. Well almost. You’ll still have me, doll. Always.

I’ll take good care of you.

See you soon.