I left his body on the floor and ran upstairs to gather my things. I packed everything I had, which wasn't much in a bag, and texted Enzo, telling him what happened. He texted me back, almost immediately, insisting that I go stay with him. It definitely wouldn't be a bad deal considering that Enzo lives in a nice ass penthouse apartment but I would feel bad putting him out so I politely decline. He reads it and doesn't respond. I take the bag that has all my stuff in it, my guns, and run downstairs. I drench my Father in gasoline and walk around the house, spilling it everywhere, and took it outside where I stand with all of my stuff. I clicked on a lighter and let it fly. I watched as my childhood home went up in flames and I had never felt happier in my life.
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