Backward plotting

   The cab pulls up to 505 Juana drive. Jessica gets out and proceeding to take her bags out of the trunk. As she is walking towards the house,her house sitter walks onto the patio and waves.
"Hello  Ms. Jessica how was your vacation?"
"It was fine did you have any troubles with the house?" Jessica asked while tugging at her luggage.
"No, no problems". The house sitter responded.
She reaches the patio and looks at the door her house sitter Gloria open it for her.
"Thanks Gloria, I'll give you a call" she says, as the door slams behind her.
She walks ups the steps and looks to her left and notices a picture. It was the picture from last years fishing trip, her and her ex- boyfriend stood happily while holding their prize winning snapper.The picture was on a slant it was almost as if it was on the verge of falling off. She stared at the portrait and began to grow angry, she the felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom, so she ran upstairs.
   

    The soothing smell of lavender and cinnamon greeted Jessica when she entered the bathroom. Her black and white tiles glistened, window was slightly cracked  open, her burgundy shower curtain pulled half way back and her favorite magazines lay neatly stacked in the corner, everything was truly exquisite, for this she was relieved. Jessica glanced in the mirror  and was astonished by the darkness that seemed to swallow her eye beds she felt sleep deprived and famished.Suddenly her attention was shifted on to a red object that lay in her soap dispenser.  It was her  red toothbrush! Jessica gritted her teeth,  snatching the toothbrush from its location and plopped it down into the toothbrush holder. For minutes she danced with the toothbrush as it went from side to side, rocking between her hands trying to make it stand upwards, her hands gave up and  the toothbrush  layed lifelessly on the rim. Jessica heard the toothbrush snicker and felt defeated. She hung her head low and headed to her bedroom.

  Leaving her shoes in front of the bedroom door, she entered the room. Walking past the chestnut colored bureau headed towards her king size bed she could feel the soft sheep fur beneath her toes. A bit tired, she began to rest her head against the soft cotton maroon colored pillows where in which she could smell the scent of lavender lingering around. She loved it. It always kept her calm and relaxed. Few minutes went by and she rolled over on her back to realize her closet door was slightly opened. Flying up off the bed, she stormed towards the closet and swung open both doors. Fire filled her veins and blood filled her face, she was furious. Everything was not the way she left it, where did this blue hanger come from? She had enough! It almost seems as if she walked into a house that was foreign to her. Running down the steps like she just seen a ghost she headed to the kitchen. Scrambling and making a ruckus with the cabinets, she found it. Grabbing the box of matches and the bottle of kerosene oil, she headed for the porch. Splashes of oil went everywhere and she didn’t care. Before you knew it the house was burning to the ground.