It was over. It had been over for more than 12 hours but Melanie could still picture what had happened. It played through her mind like a movie only this movie didn't have a happy ending. She could still picture the blood, the fresh red blood that had somehow managed to get itself all over the walls and the hard wood floor. Melanie tried to forget it. She shook her head almost expecting the memory to fly out, but it didn't. Melanie knew she had to be strong. There were now two people whose lives depended on her. She knew they had to go someplace. Someplace far away where nobody would know who they were or what she had done. Mel was startled by the sounds of the front door being kicked open and the yells of the police for her to get on the ground. It was like she was on the outside looking in. There was no way that this was happening to her. She had always been a good person but as the police cruiser sped off with its lights flashing and sirens blaring Melanie was hit with the fact that she had just killed her stepfather and as sick as it made her feel she hadn't felt happier in over four years.