"She locked me in here!" I choked out between coughs.
Derek turned his back to me, helping Tara to her feet. "Let's get that cut treated. We can't have your beautiful face spoiled."
"What about her?" Tara asked. "The smoke... I know she's awful, but—"
"Let her burn." Derek's voice was flat. "The fire might actually make her fuckable. God knows nothing else has worked."
"But Derek—"
"The only thing that matters is you," he interrupted, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Let's get these wounds treated. I can't have anything spoiling your perfect face."
As they walked away, my vision darkened around the edges. I clawed uselessly at the locked doors, my strength fading with each breath.
The last thing I saw was Derek cradling Tara in his arms as they disappeared into the house, leaving me to die.
And then, darkness claimed me completely.
