The next day, the day I moved my stuff out, I followed your instructions. I was the good little submissive you always wanted me to be. You told me to take everything that was mine, oh I did. I would have paid to have seen your reaction when you returned home only to find that the bed frame, bed sheets, blanket, nightstand, 55-inch television, mini-fridge, wall décor, favorite chair, and bookshelf were gone.

How did you react? Were you mad? Oh, but I was only following your instructions. And then the note. The beautiful note that you requested. "Write down how much I owe you and give it to me and I'll pay you back". That's what you said. I even went to your job to bring you your stupid knife bag you foolishly left in my car and asked if you wanted to keep your phone or have me tack it onto your bill. Well, you said tack it on so that easily added another $750.

How did you react when you found out you owe me so much money? I mean, $1,190 is a fairly large amount of money to owe someone when you are a broke-ass druggie.

Oooo, how did your sister, who cowered in her room the hour and a half it took me to move out, react when she found out how much she owes me? Did she forget she also took out that loan from me? Thankfully, she only owes me $280, which isn't nearly as much as you but for someone who lives off the government and spends all her money on drugs, it's a large amount.

Did she hear the glass of the paintings I made you smash? I have so many questions. My entire attitude for that move-out was 'Sweet but Psycho' by Ava Max. I warned you how many times that I'm not mentally stable. The trauma I lived through as a kid and the trauma you forced me to endure just added to my instability. Congratulations, you mentally scared me jackass.

Later that night, do you know what I did with our savings jar? Or the pictures of us? The frame I got you for your first birthday with me? The cheap card you got me for Valentine's day after you canceled our date because of your self-induced stomach ache? I doused our 'memories' in gasoline and lit the match. That shit erupted in flames instantly. It was glorious. All I could think of was 'me & ur ghost' by blackbear. I still have the glorious video on my phone of everything burning.