He grunted in my ear and his breath washed over my face. It stank of the alcohol he always drank. It made me feel sick. But I couldn’t be sick or he would get angry.
Then he moved faster. It hurt more and more. My hands trembled against the wall, but he didn’t stop. He kept on pushing harder, the blade slicing along my skin, freeing the flames. Then he dropped the blade and his hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in deep. I hated him touching me. I had evil in my veins, and it took her from us. He’d told me it was why she was gone—because of my touch. That the flames within me infected her, making her think evil thoughts… making her do that sinful thing that left us alone together.
I tried to breathe. I tried to open my mouth, to tell him not to touch me or he would be infected too, but he slammed into me one more time, shouting in my ear as he pressed me against the wall.
I waited for him to move, not wanting his chest to touch my back. He staggered back and I dropped to the floor. I glanced round. I could see him standing, looking down at me. His fists were clenched. Automatically, I covered my head with my arms. He normally hit me. He would get angry after he took me, saying it was needed for my soul.
Suddenly, he spit at me, the wetness hitting my cheek. “You evil fucking retard!” he snapped, and kicked out his foot, hitting me on the leg. “It’s your fault she’s gone. She couldn’t stand that she’d created you.”
My heart hurt at his words, feeling like something was cracking inside. I hadn’t wanted her to go. I loved her, she was kind to me. I didn’t want to have the flames in my blood. But I couldn’t get them out. I tried to scratch them out. But no matter how much blood fell to the ground, I could still feel the flames underneath my skin. Burning fire scalding my flesh.
Then my baby brother began to scream. I hated his screaming. It hurt my head. I lifted my hands to put over my ears.
“Fuck!” he shouted, then pushed open the door to the house and climbed out, slamming it shut to leave me trapped inside. “Shut your mouth you little cunt!” he roared at my brother. But my brother just screamed all the more.
I rocked on the spot, humming to try to block out the sounds. But I could still hear the screams, I couldn’t block them out. Dropping my hands, I held out my arm and clawed at my skin. I had to get the flames out. If I got out all the flames he would love me. And he wouldn’t shout at the baby. And the baby would stop screaming.
So I clawed at my skin.
I clawed until I felt blood running down my arms.
Until I could feel the flames coming out…
“Flame?”
I gasped for breath and opened my eyes. My hands were on my head and I was rocking against the wall. But there was that voice again…
Maddie. The voice belonged to Maddie.
“Flame? Talk to me.” Maddie insisted. Then I remembered my hands on her skin. On her arms… on her neck.
“No!” I was going to hurt her, then… This little light of mine, I’m gonna shine…
I recognized her voice. I heard her voice. In the darkness, I heard her voice. My eyes stung when I heard that voice in my head… when I heard her sing.
“Flame?” Her voice was closer now.
I could hear footsteps on the floor, but my head was full. I could hear screaming, I could hear the baby screaming. But I couldn’t touch him. And she’d gone. Because of me.
Then he’d come to me, night after night…
“Flame, look at me.” Unable to do anything else, I looked up and blinked away the water blocking my sight, the images fogging my mind. They cleared when I saw her. When I saw her green eyes.
But when I looked behind her, I could see him walking forward. Anger ripped through my chest. He couldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t touch her, like he did me. I could see his eyes on her.
I had to make him go. He had to go.
My hands pushed off the wood beneath me and his attention snapped to me.
“Flame?” Maddie whispered, as she scurried backwards.