Neither of them could find their words, she realised she needed to alter her plan.

They both looked down the hallway as they smelt smoke.

Charlie snatched the match box off him before running down to the bathroom, she pushed open the bathroom door before grabbing her petrol soaked shirt and the blue cannister.

"BURN IN HELL,FUCKER!" Charlie screamed down the hallway at her father.

His eyes lit up with realisation before racing after his daughter.

Charlie let the petrol on the shirt drip onto the floor as she ran down the stairs not allowing herself to stop.

She didn't stop to look back to see if her father was still behind her, she didn't stop to see how far she had run, she just kept going.

Charlie wasn't sure what floor she was on, she didn't care.

She forced herself to stop at the top of the stairs, she wringed out the shirt before throwing it as far as she could down the stairs. She quickly flipped open the small black box lid, picked up a match and flicked it across the lid before dropping it on the line of petrol.

Charlie noticed her father catching up towards her.

Charlie adjusted her grip on the blue canister before continuing down the stairs, she heard the sounds of a gun firing. She wasn't sure where it had come from, she doubt it was her father.

She almost tumbled down the stairs that lead to the ground floor, she struggled to take the lid off the blue cannister before it finally came off, she ran through the ground floor letting the petrol from the blue cannister splash onto the ground.

When Charlie felt satisfied, she climbed onto the reception desk, the blue canister still had a few small drops of petrol left inside of it as she placed it by her feet as she watched her father and several people dressed in black with black full face masks.

She watched as her father centred himself in front of her as the people in black circled around her.

"Don't harm her." He called around to the people circling Charlie.

She kept her focus on her father "You could never do your own dirty work, always had to get others to do it for you." She picked up the blue canister, she needed to think carefully about her next move.

There was only a few drops of petrol left, she didn't want it to go to waste.

Charlie finally paid attention to the people around her, she noticed each had a weapon in their hand. She noticed a gun, a knife, wire, brass knuckles.

"You set me up." She called out to her father.

He didn't respond.

"You said you wanted me to come back to you. Does this look like something a father would do to their daughter!?"

"You're doing just exactly what I wanted you to do." He calmly watched.

Charlie closed her eyes for a moment, she felt someone take a swipe at her legs. She opened her eyes "Could Charlotte burn herself alive?"

He watched his daughter pour the remainder of the petrol in a circle around her, watched as she flicked open the small black box.

Charlie felt a bullet hit her, she started to lose her balance as she quickly swiped two matches across the lid, she flicked one towards her father and dropped the other on the floor.

She crashed onto the floor, too afraid to move as the flames began to follow the petrol line.

Charlie jumped slightly when she heard a piece of the building began to tumble onto the ground.

She felt her dress start to catch alight, her eyes widen as she started to tear at her dress trying to keep the flames from rising up.

Charlie focused on herself, not caring that the people were starting to get trapped in the ground floor fire or caring that the building was starting to collapse on itself.

She failed to remain calm as she realised what she had done, she felt another bullet hit her somewhere on her body. Charlie noticed red running down her arm, she felt her chest heave as she feared for her life.

Charlie noticed a piece of ceiling collapse around her dad, she tried to take pride in her dad finally being defeated.

"STOP SHOOTING!"

She heard his voice as another gunshot happened, the bullet missing her.

Charlie noticed someone crouching on the floor aiming a gun at her as flames circled around them, she ignored the flames around her as she kicked them in the face. She managed to quickly pick up the gun before shooting them in the face, she ducked as a bullet wheezed past her head. She blindly took a shot in the flames.

"CHARLOTTE IS TO REMAIN UNHARMED!"

More of the ceiling started to crumble around them.

Charlie aimed the gun towards the entrance doors before firing three times, each time the bullets hit the glass.

She started to manoeuvre her way around the flames, trying to watch her step as the building continued to bring itself down.

She carefully climbed over smashed ceiling piece as she smiled at the bullet cracked glass.

Charlie quickly threw the gun at the glass; she shielded her eyes listening to the gun smash through the cracked glass.

She quickly ducked as another piece of the building fall through the ceiling.

Charlie watched her step as she began to step towards the entrance, she felt twinge of something in her heart. She tossed a glance backwards noticing her father covered in dust and smoke, noticing him bent over coughing as he struggled to get to the front entrance.

She noticed the people in black trapped under the rubble as they struggled to move.

Charlie watched as someone fall through the busted ceiling into the flames, she turned her attention to her father.

She rushed over to him, watching her step with every careful manoeuvre.

He noticed his daughter come closer to him; panic washed over him.

She reached out her arm, he quickly took it and moving just in time before a bed fall into the spot, he had been in.

They helped each other out towards the entrance, he picked up his daughter before carrying her over the shattered glass.

He pulled off his dust covered, patchy burnt jacket and placed it over his daughter's shoulders as they stood on the footpath. They both turned to the building, listening to the screams as the flames rose higher and the smoke fill the air.

Charlie's body took in the smoke filled air as she watched, she felt no emotion as she listened.

"Charlotte." He looked at his daughter, he felt calm as he spoke.

"There's no Charlotte, she's dead. There's only Charlie." She looked at her father "Charlotte died the day she had to bury her mother."

He looked down at the ground before looking up at his daughter "Char" he paused for a moment "Lie."

Charlie shook her head "Just don't. I didn't save you because I need you. I only saved you to show you how much pain you've caused. All this for what? To reconnect? You hunted me down like I was an animal, you couldn't just leave me alone" They both turned their attention to the road as fire engines raced towards the fiery blaze "I don't want anything to do with you. Till the day I die, I just want you to leave me alone." She looked back at him.

He tried to hide the pain on his face "I'm sorry, Charlie." He watched as her lower lip trembled "I'm sorry for everything. All of this." He watched as she tried to hold back her tears.

They watched as the fire crews tried to put out the flames.

Tears began to roll down Charlie's sweat, smoke covered face. She had spent years trying to lock away her pain, her anger and heartbreak directed at her father.

Two simple words had made her realise that's all she wanted. Years of running, only for it to come down like this.

A firefighter noticed Charlie and her father watching the chaos, they ran up to them "Are you both okay?"

Charlie and her father both nodded.

The firefighter noticed blood dripping down Charlie's hand.

"Let me tend to that"

Charlie looked down at her blood covered hand, she pulled off the jacket letting it drop to the footpath.

The firefighter and her father noticed a gun shot wound on her shoulder and the blood seeping down her arm, a blood soaked patch down her torn dress and slight burns around her lower legs.

"Let me..." The firefighter didn't have a chance to finish their sentence as they quickly caught Charlie as she collapsed.