The fire spread faster than I expected. The gasoline-soaked couch lit up with a fury. My dad's face twisted when he realized what I'd done.
"Until the end..." he muttered, eyes flaring. "Fuck, alright. Let's end this fucked-up family relationship then."
"Shut the fuck up," I said, raising my fists again.
The room was already growing hot, but we ignored the fire swallowing everything around us. His body slammed into mine and we hit the ground hard. Dad climbed on top, hands around my neck, squeezing with everything he had.
"I should've done this when you were born!"
I choked, vision dimming at the edges- but my hand found the broomstick nearby. I grabbed it and broke it again clean across his head. Before he could reel back, I jabbed a jagged end right into his open eye.
