Then, Mom and Dad were killed in a carcrash during my senior year. It was awful. I was 18, an adult in theeyes of the law, but totally unequipped fo...r the responsibilities that hadbecome mine suddenly. I was completely in a daze, but Aunt Emma came toour house and, even though she was as grief-stricken as I, managedeverything. I moved into the house that I now owned half of and startedwalking around in a daze, from bed to dinner table, to bed again.Aunt Emma really didn't have the luxury of. He nodded sheepishly when she asked if he liked doing it that way. He told her he never knew anyone willing to try it that way. ‘Well you do now,’ she said poking him before going to the bathroom. She did something to her hair. It looked darker, slicked back and pulled tight in a bun at the back while still retaining its thick waviness. She wore a pair of unusual expensive looking earrings, carrying a hip-length leather courier purse with a simple flap. The purse also looked expensive,. The deeper we got into it, the more you could feel the energy in the room heating up, and the tension thickening, but of course, neither one of us talked about that. We continued to stay apart from each other for at least an hour and a half, but then, I don’t know if something clicked, or changed, or if we just got tired of it, but I guess we both decided to take a chance. I told her about how my shoulders were aching from the long hard day, and she wanted to help ease my pains with her. The entire household watched as I ate it all, and waited for my screams. But I never allowed them their revenge, I showed not the slightest sign of discomfort. I even refused to drink from the of tumbler of water my father offered me, having been filled with remorse for his cruelty. I became sick thereafter, and would have died, were it not for the strong purgatives the doctor had given me. And although four years have now passed, I am still called Chilli-Fire, and I still feel a burning.