He said this, but didn’t stop me or turn off the engine. I pretended to wipe the hood with my sleeve, then lifted it while they weren’t paying attention.
“Elena, what are you doing?!” My brother’s eyes widened as I pulled a can of rust remover from behind me.
I had just found the rust remover in the dark, damp basement. I opened it and sprayed the hot, roaring engine.
“Elena! Are you crazy?!” My brother tried to stop me, but it was too late. I sprayed the whole can.
A white smoke rose and a fire instantly broke out in the engine. Beatrice and my brother, scared, quickly unbuckled and got out of the car.
The fire spread fast, destroying the red car. Soon, the entire expensive sports car became a giant fireball. I stood there, watching the two shivering figures hugging through the hot air.
The flames reflected in my eyes like flickering lights. “I’d rather destroy what I made than leave it to a dog. This fire isn’t burning the car; it’s burning my last attachment to this family.”
