Thread: From different sides of the road (TinyThings & Adam)

The last straw, had been drawn. Something many would've claimed, was far overdue. But this morning, Sheila's tape was broken. Never, had she imagined it would go that far. Never had she imagined, she'd wear a red cheek, because of her opinions. In polotics and at work, James Attens stood for freedom of speech, and open mindedness. But when it came to his own daughter, he just wanted her to shut the hell up. Sheila had always been against drugs, and the distribution of these. Both at school, and the few conferences she'd attended with her father, where she'd been expected to speek. He'd always ignored this, thinking it a foolish teenage rebellion, and that she'd help him out when the time came she reached the right age. But no. And when he asked, she practically exploded. Cussing him down, ultimately threatening him. Which lead to a slap across the face, and a counter thread that she feared he'd actually uphold. She'd gone quite, and bent to his demands. But she was far from done. An empty, but furious expression stared straight out in front of her, as she marched down the road. In her right hand, she carried a large bag, containing something that caused her to tilt slightly, obviously heavy. A few tears was stroking down her red cheeks, silent sniffles exhaling from her. Her mind was racing far too fast, to notice anything around her, so even if he'd passed her on the street, she probably wouldn't have noticed him. Her eyes where burning with a lust for vengeance, and a clear hint of intent. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She'd heard the stories. She knew everything about his little cocaine chain, and the rivalries it entailed. She'd read into the little gang of chinese immigrants, who'd been trying to sell their products in the area as well, and then further into their methods. She would grin with delight, if the pain wasn't too unbearable. She was betraying her father. Going behind his back, and probably creating a lot of problems for him. But she didn't care. Not anymore. In her mind, she was constantly repeating the short phrase 'Fuck Him'. Reaching the ragged shed, she stopped for a moment, turning her gaze directly towards it. She narrowed her eyes, before taking a deep breath, and then heading straight for it. She entered the shed, to a place where he'd no longer be able to see her, before opening up the bag. From it she took a few small barrels of gasoline, placing them next to her. Furthermore, she took a few tubes, that she attached to the openings of said barrels, before setting into the two side rooms with each. She proceeded to empty them out around on the floor, and on every single, large box, that she knew contained his products. Equipment. Weights. Money bills. Everything was covered in the thick substance, before ultimately emptying a bit the entr where she'd gotten in. Still, he wouldn't be able to see what she was doing, only observe the shed as she worked. Finally, she exited the shed several minutes later, carrying the bag in her right hand. She stopped at the end of a small walkway to the shed, where she put down the bag, before standing back up with her back stretched. Her bright green eyes gazed towards the skies, catching the glimpse of a bird. Her eyes followed the animal on it's travels, as her long, lively red curls waved with the wind. To many, a woman like Sheila was quite a catch. Perfect milky skin, only carrying light freckles in some places, to break the perfect nuance of white. Fiery red hair, that cascaded in wonderous curls all the way to just above the middle of her back. She'd just put on something simple to wear today, a pair of tight jeans and a, all things considered, cheap shirt. When her eyes could no longer follow the bird on it's way, she gave a light sigh, before looking around the area. Even if Daniel hadn't hidden his face and the phone, she still didn't quite notice him, being far from as thorough as she felt she ought to have been. She turned her attention towards the shed again, a small sneer on her lips, as she crouched down over the bag. Again, Daniel would have a hard time seeing what she was doing. But finally, when she stood back up again, he'd see quite clearly what she'd been doing. Out by her side, she held a molotov cocktail, made out of a rather expensive bottle of liqure. And if he'd had the time to do so, he would've probably stopped her, but he'd only be able to see the burning cloth stuffed into a bottle for a few seconds, before it was thrown harshly towards the shed, with a silent scream from Sheila. A loud clash, followed by a roaring hiss, started an unstoppable force, that soon had the entire shed in tall flames. No body would even be able to get close to it, so intense was the flames, spiking out of every single crack and dent in the concrete and the bordered up windows. Everything was gone. Everything would burn. That, was Sheila's design. And with the reflections of the roaring flames in Sheila's eyes, the fiery redhead observed her work. And finally, she smiled a little.