going to do. She waited until she heard Rebel’s bike start and hit the paved road and the water turn on. She crept quietly to the door and found it was, indeed, unlocked.
She let herself inside. There was a candle burning on the counter and Monica was singing in the shower. She walked over to the stove and turned the knobs on the range to high. She turned the oven on, too. The candle was sitting on a counter by the door and near a window. She opened the door and pushed the candle against the lace curtain. She closed the door and ran like hell for her car, then looked back to find the curtain on fire. She got into her car and pulled out onto the road as she heard the boom and saw the flames light up the sky. She pulled off her gloves and turned on the heat.
She didn’t feel a bit of remorse either—not even a little. Rebel belonged to her and only her. A lone headlight was coming toward her and she pushed her foot down on the gas pedal. She should hit that cheating bastard Rebel, but she liked living more.
She was at a red light when Rebel caught up to her. She looked out of the window at him. He motioned her to pull over and she ignored him, then kept going to the bar. It was ladies’ night after all, and she wanted to dance. Rebel passed her and she wondered if he had even gone near the trailer. Fire engines raced down the road and she calmly parked her car.
As she got out, Rebel grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward the back of the parking lot.
“Are you fucking crazy? I know what you did, Vi. I saw you pass me. You stupid fucking cunt. You better not have left any proof you were there. Where the hell were you before you spied on me?”
“I stopped here to get my sweater so I could take it with me, and I noticed Monica wasn’t here. I headed over there to see if she was alright, then saw a fire. I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” Violet lied through her teeth.
“Violet Rose, that is such bullshit. I know the real you. I know how you think. This is our story: you and I were together. I stopped home as you were coming back from the club. We had a sandwich and headed back here. We were together the whole time, got me?”
Rebel pressed harder on her arm. “Damn it, Rebel, you’ll cause a bruise on my arm and I’ll need to buy a new gown. Let go of my arm! I understand you, cheating bastard that you are.”
Violet realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.
“See, I know you too well, Vi. Now let’s go inside and act the happy couple. We’ve got a wedding to look forward to and we won’t be out late. No drinking for you, either.” Rebel loosened his hand, but still held on to her. “You better know your story if anyone comes looking for her.”
“I was here for my sweater and I met you at the house. We had ham and turkey sandwiches and I followed you here.”
Rebel smiled grimly at her. “Behave Violet, or I’ll use the belt on your ass again. You won’t be sitting for a week,” he warned.
“I don’t even know if I can dance after what you did to me,” she bitched.
Rebel’s voice was hard as he told her, “You’ll dance. You act like it is any other Thursday night. If I don’t see you dancing, you’ll be sorry. Did you talk to anyone when you were here?”
“I saw Cat with some baby she was watching and her daughter. She told me you weren’t here and I said I was getting my sweater. I nodded at a few people, got my sweater from behind the bar, and headed home.” Violet was starting to believe her own lies.
“And you made us turkey and ham club sandwiches, right?”
“Of course. I know what your favorite club sandwich is. I’m married to you. We weren’t going to go out, but you got back early and I begged you to take me dancing. You’re so good to me, Rebel.” She looked up at him, her purple blue eyes sparkling.
“You’re not off the hook, Violet, not this time. You’ll behave yourself in Jersey, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course,
She let herself inside. There was a candle burning on the counter and Monica was singing in the shower. She walked over to the stove and turned the knobs on the range to high. She turned the oven on, too. The candle was sitting on a counter by the door and near a window. She opened the door and pushed the candle against the lace curtain. She closed the door and ran like hell for her car, then looked back to find the curtain on fire. She got into her car and pulled out onto the road as she heard the boom and saw the flames light up the sky. She pulled off her gloves and turned on the heat.
She didn’t feel a bit of remorse either—not even a little. Rebel belonged to her and only her. A lone headlight was coming toward her and she pushed her foot down on the gas pedal. She should hit that cheating bastard Rebel, but she liked living more.
She was at a red light when Rebel caught up to her. She looked out of the window at him. He motioned her to pull over and she ignored him, then kept going to the bar. It was ladies’ night after all, and she wanted to dance. Rebel passed her and she wondered if he had even gone near the trailer. Fire engines raced down the road and she calmly parked her car.
As she got out, Rebel grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward the back of the parking lot.
“Are you fucking crazy? I know what you did, Vi. I saw you pass me. You stupid fucking cunt. You better not have left any proof you were there. Where the hell were you before you spied on me?”
“I stopped here to get my sweater so I could take it with me, and I noticed Monica wasn’t here. I headed over there to see if she was alright, then saw a fire. I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” Violet lied through her teeth.
“Violet Rose, that is such bullshit. I know the real you. I know how you think. This is our story: you and I were together. I stopped home as you were coming back from the club. We had a sandwich and headed back here. We were together the whole time, got me?”
Rebel pressed harder on her arm. “Damn it, Rebel, you’ll cause a bruise on my arm and I’ll need to buy a new gown. Let go of my arm! I understand you, cheating bastard that you are.”
Violet realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.
“See, I know you too well, Vi. Now let’s go inside and act the happy couple. We’ve got a wedding to look forward to and we won’t be out late. No drinking for you, either.” Rebel loosened his hand, but still held on to her. “You better know your story if anyone comes looking for her.”
“I was here for my sweater and I met you at the house. We had ham and turkey sandwiches and I followed you here.”
Rebel smiled grimly at her. “Behave Violet, or I’ll use the belt on your ass again. You won’t be sitting for a week,” he warned.
“I don’t even know if I can dance after what you did to me,” she bitched.
Rebel’s voice was hard as he told her, “You’ll dance. You act like it is any other Thursday night. If I don’t see you dancing, you’ll be sorry. Did you talk to anyone when you were here?”
“I saw Cat with some baby she was watching and her daughter. She told me you weren’t here and I said I was getting my sweater. I nodded at a few people, got my sweater from behind the bar, and headed home.” Violet was starting to believe her own lies.
“And you made us turkey and ham club sandwiches, right?”
“Of course. I know what your favorite club sandwich is. I’m married to you. We weren’t going to go out, but you got back early and I begged you to take me dancing. You’re so good to me, Rebel.” She looked up at him, her purple blue eyes sparkling.
“You’re not off the hook, Violet, not this time. You’ll behave yourself in Jersey, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course,
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