Burn it Down

“I want a divorce,” Sarah said. “There, I said it.”

I placed the newspaper on the table and removed my glasses. “Excuse me?” I scratched the top of my head. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“Oh, Ben. We both know it’s over. Has been for a while now.”

“Where is all of this coming from?” I folded my arms. “Ahh. Someone new, huh?”

“What?” Sarah shook her head. “No. I mean, maybe.”

“You cheated on me?” I said. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Sarah looked down and away. “It’s over.”

“After or before we pay off the house?”

“About the house, could you leave it to me?” Sarah raised a sly brow.

I cocked my head and swallowed hard. “You can’t be serious.”

“But I am.”

“You want the house?” I waved my arms. “And to leave me for some…some guy?”

“You want the house?” I slammed my fists on my hips and gave an unrelenting stare.

Sarah nodded. “Well, yeah.”

I nodded in return. “Okay, you want the house.” I paused. “You can have the house.” I moved through the house, traveling the short distance to the garage. 

“What are you doing now?” Sarah threw her hands in the air. 

I returned with a gas can. 

Sarah’s eyes bulged like Bugs Bunny, and she held her hands on her face. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would, and I will.” I saturated the living room with gasoline. If I couldn’t have the house, she couldn’t either. I’ll be damned if some man lives in the house we bought together. No way in hell. “I built this house for you and the baby.”

“What baby?” Sarah said. 

“Weren’t pregnant, were you?”

Sarah looked through me. “I lost it.”

“An abortion?”

“More like stress.”

“Don’t look at me like that!” I said.

“Like what?”

“Like it’s my fault you lost the baby.”

Sarah shrugged. “If the shoe fits–“

“Oh, fuck that!” I closed the six feet between us, pointing my finger inches from her face. “You’re not going to turn this around on me.”

“I did, though.”

“What’s gotten into you lately?”

Sarah scanned the living room. “Gonna set the house on fire?”

“You’re God damn right I am.” 

“You won’t get away with this, you know?”

“Watch me,” I said. I sparked a match a swooped to one knee to spark the house ablaze.  The fire moved throughout the living room as I pulled Sarah by the hand to the driveway. 

“Now, you can have the house!” I said, clapping the dust off my hands. 

“The house?”

“The house; you wanted the house.”

“Oh, that. No. I just wanted the insurance money so we could move back to Seattle. I’m sick of Georgia. I know you well enough to know you’d burn this son-of-a-bitch down if you thought I was cheating, and we could use the insurance cash for a fresh start.”

“You mean–“

“No”–Sarah placed both hands on my shoulders–“I’m not cheating, and I’m still pregnant.”

“Back to Seattle, it is,” I said. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Dusting off Dreams

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