Jonathan shot up in bed. Nothing looked farmilar, he couldn't remember where he was. Brittany was in the bed next to him. He shook his head, trying to clear the sleep from it. Than he remembered, they were in a hotel room. They left their home, and where on the run.

Jonathan went to the sink, he run the water. He looked over his shoulder watching Brittany. She slept sound, he wasn't surprised. She hadn't slept in two days. He washed his face, found his shirt, and the keys.

He stepped out if the room, looking around. There wasn't much around. There was a gas stanion with dinner attacted. It was close enough to walk, he started toward it.

Jonathan walked to the counter, it was not lost on him every eye in the place was on him. "Help you," a man asked.

"Two coffees and two breakfast sandwhiches," Jonathan said. The man took a long look at him, before calling out the order. Jonathan noticed a billbroad, he started reading it. Mostly ads for car parts, yard sales, and the boy scouts yearly spaghetti dinner.

"Two coffees two sandwhiches," Jonathan turned back to the counter. He pulled a twenty dollar bill out.

"How far is it to Pittsburg," Jonathan asked taking the bag in one hand and change in the other.

"Good 10 hours," the man answered. Jonathan was sure it was in his mind, but this guy was staring.

"Thanks," Jonathan nodded. He hurried out and back to the hotel.

...

Brittany was awake and jump up when Jonathan came in. "Where were you," she yelled.

"I got breakfast," Jonathan held the bag up showing her.

" You could have told me."

"You needed the sleep," Jonathan handed her a coffee, "we are going to Pittsburg."

"Why there," Brittany took a drink of her coffee.

"Big enough city, I can find work."

"They will find us, to work you need ID and social sercerty numbers. They will want reference. And what than?" Brittany closed her eyes.

"We cant stay in these small towns. Everyone knows everyone, they will ask questions. A big city we will blend in." Jonathan hoped, right now it was his only plan.

"We should have just gone to the police," Brittany sobbed, "you cant get away with things like this. We could have told the truth."

"And what go to trail! That town hated us. We would be a side show. We would just be angery teen who murdered their father." Jonathan turned from her.

"Don't say that word I hate it," Brittany cried, "it was an accident."

"Oh my god!" Jonathan pulled himself away from his father. "Jonathan," Brittany screamed. "Is he?" Jonathan grabbed his head, in the fight he fall back. "Is he dead?" Brittany stood against the stove. Their father laid father face down on the kitchen floor. Jonathan reslized he was lieing in a growning puddle of blood. His gun lead in the floor.

Jonathan rolled him over, his eyes open, "shit," Jonathan scabbled to his feet.

"You were fighting and it went off," Brittany cried. "He's dead."

"Yeah," Jonathan stepped over him.

"We should call the cops Aunt Pam," Brittany looked toward the phone.

"No," Jonathan stopped her. "Just stop." Jonathan was well aware of what this town thought of them. And more aware of what their Aunt Pam thought of them.

She was their fathers sister. And as long as Jonathan could remember she was plain mean. She hated their mother, hated her worse when she got sick. And acted as if she had run off on her brother once she past. She also lived in the denial of what her brother had become. She would offerent tell them if they helped out more. Behaved stayed out of trouble their father wouldnt be so stressed.

And Jonathan had, had more than one run in with the law. It was small stuff but they knew his name. Their family had fallen from grace. This would just be the sad final chapter. Or this could be their out. They could leave and not look back. Start over be different people have a different ending.

"We can work this out. We just need to get far enough away."

"But it was an accident," Brittany's eyes watered, and her lip tumbled. Jonathan hugged her. Yes, at first it was an accident, but they were way past that. Neither would walk away from this. Jonathan didnt want to see Brittany get in trouble for this. She couldnt handle prision. And why should they? They had suffered enough at their fathers hand. He had come to the point he hated life. Maybe now he was at peace. Question was if he and Brittany could find any.

...

One day before

Jonathan ran the mop over the floor again, the house smelt of bleach. Brittany came down the stairs with her bag. "I think I got the floor," Jonathan said looking around. They had been cleaning all night.

Jonathan found a tarp in his father truck, both wrapped their father in it. "Where are we," Brittany stopped.

"There is a plot out back," Jonathan answred. "i will go out start," he stopped, something avout saying this aloud, it made it real. But nothing felt real right now. "You should stay here, just incase someone comes by."

"I cant," Brittant paniced," you cant leave me alone with." As if their father would come back.

"Ok, Ok," Jonathan tossed the mop. "We will load up the truck and wait till dark."

"I am sorry," Brittany cried.

"Look we just need to get out of here," Jonathan tried to claim her. "Ok, we leave tonight." Brittany shook her head. "You are going to have to help me move him."

...

Brittany sat in the front seat of her fathers truck, Jonathan had her shut the head lights off. They drove as far into the wood behind their house as they could. Jonathan popped out of a hole, "ok, come," he was covered in sweat. Brittany opened her door making her way to the back of the truck. Jonathan opened the back. They both stood for a moment before Jonathan climbed up. He rolled the tarp forward. Brittany gradded the end closing her eyes, knowing she was holding her fathers feet.

They made their way to the hole neither saying a word. Brittany couldnt watch as Jonathan rolled him into the hole. She aimlessy wondered back to the truck covering her ears as Jonathan through dirt in the hole.

...

"We need to get going," Jonathan stood, " we got a ten hour drive ahead of us." Brittany dragged herself up.

"I wonder," Brittany said in a dull tone, "do you think dad found mom? I mean in the after life." Jonathan didnt answer. He couldnt think of things like that. Cause it didnt matter. What matter was getting them far away. Starting over, putting all this behind him. He had to be a good big brother like his morher use to tell him when Brittany got on his nerves. When he would sit up with her late at night. Her unable to speak, Jonathan trying to make out what she scrabbled. "You will only have each other." It was as if she when all that would happening when she pasted. Jonathan and Brittany would be alone. Just the two of them. Jonathan promised her he would take care of Brittany. His mother was right they only had each other.