Nancy Casey dashed into the house of her husband, Greg. Something's wrong, I know it, she thought to herself. She had had a bad feeling all night. She just didn't know why she was feeling this way. Hearing a gunshot, she faltered, her throat closing up and her chest tightening. Oh damn. Had he just…? Matt, she thought to herself. Had Greg just shot her boy? She ran towards the sound and then skidded to a stop. Matt was on the floor shaking, his eyes wide.
"I…I didn't mean to," he stammered. The woman's eyes followed her son's gaze to see her ex-husband motionless. She then saw the bruises littered all over his body and walked over to him, eyes dark with pain. He had shot him to protect himself.
"Give me the gun, baby," she requested and he promptly handed it over. Nancy took the gun and placed it in her hands as if she was getting ready to fire it. "Go wash up, change your clothes, go home, and then throw away the other pair of clothing," she instructed and Matt went off to do, taking the second car once he was dressed in clean clothes. Wonder what she's up to, he thought to himself. And she was up to something. He just didn't know what. He had shot his father. He was definitely going to hell for that. Once he was out of sight, Nancy fired the gun, aiming at the same spot that the previous wound was in. She had no idea whether or not this was going to work, but she had to try. She couldn't let Matt take the blame for this. Yes, he had only been trying to protect himself, but that didn't matter. The police had already been taken in by Greg once before and that would cloud their judgment. They wouldn't believe that Matt had just been protecting himself. No, they would only see the troubled son of a respected firefighter. Better to have them blame me than Matt, she thought to herself. She let out another shot. A few moments later, sirens were heard and she placed the gun down and held up her hands. Whatever happened to her, it was worth it…
