Short one-shot.

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Jolie smiled from ear to ear once she spotted Brant's house, clutching a basket of custard bursts. She walked down the path to the house, when the sound of a slash of fire filled the air. Jolie stopped dead in her tracks.

"Brant?" She called out his name several times, each more frightened then the last.

Was he home?

The sound of her heels clacked against the rocks leading to the door. Jolie knocked on the door, slightly hesitant. She pushed open the familiar door after no answer, and slowly the door opened, and a creak escaped from the hinges. The smell of burnt sugar filled the air.

Jolie's eyes wandered to the back of the room, where a neon orange flame was hovering in the air. Just as she was about to open the lights, a voice made her freeze.

"I never should've trusted you."