Lie To Me

01. Her

Flames were consuming the whole twelve-story building as if it was nothing. The night sky was tainted by the orangish colors that came from the roaring fire. A thick, dark line of smoke was coming out of the disaster as if it were a huge chimney and was creating a dark cloud on top of it. Sirens were being heard from far away while passers-by rushed to get as far as they could from the lethal blaze. Thankfully, all the victims inside had already managed to make it out of there safely.

Still, it was all chaos. That was the only word the scene screamed. Yet something known by everyone is that, while some people seem to fear the catastrophes brought by chaos, others seem to take great pleasure of it all, especially when being the cause of it.

Those were the exact feelings of the dark figure observing everything from afar. Standing over a hill, they saw an orange dot of light, whose size didn't increase until they put the pair of binoculars in front of their eyes, now seeing the chaos they provoked much clearer and better. Their lips twitched into a smirk, being invaded by all of that pleasure, ecstasy and impatience, wanting to see the consequences their catastrophe would bring.

Minutes later, the tiles slowly started to give in, not being able to withhold the weight of the structure anymore due to the burning heat. It was then when a thunderous noise agitated everything surrounding it, scaring the birds away and probably waking more than one person up.

The building had crumbled down.

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AVA STONE

"You're too young," my dad sentenced.

"I'm 17, dad," I deadpanned at him while my brother, who was sitting on the other chair right next to me, rolled his eyes.

"Exactly. You're a child," he muttered.

My head snapped to him, a glare etched on my face while his identical eyes to mine returned it with equal intensity.

"Kids," my father hissed before we could start any argument.

We sighed, our glaring fight hesitantly came to a stop and I turned to look at my father, who was already staring at me with a tired look.

"Please."

"I've already said no, Ava," he stated and turned to look at his laptop's screen again, his fingers soon typing something on the keyboard as he deliberately ignored my pleads.

"You know my profile is the best for it. Don't you need a high schooler for it, a senior? Will you send a thirty year old man or wouldn't you prefer to send your teenage daughter?" I persisted. There was no way I was giving this up without a fight and both men in the room should know that.

My father let out a sigh full of exasperation. My brother also lifted his gaze from his phone and looked at me with raised eyebrows, almost as if telling me to stop fighting for something I wouldn't get. I see they were forgetting that stubbornness ran in the family.

"Ava, I will not repeat myself. Don't make me lose my patience, it'll not end up good for you."

I pressed my lips into a thin line, frustrated, while both men returned to their previous tasks. I had no winning cards in this conversation, but I remained sat on my seat, staring off to space as I thought of any other pretext I could use to convince my dad. I've never wanted anything like I want this and, as spoilt as it may sound, I would fight to get it no matter what.