We were on the run now. Jane had stolen our father's card. We bought food, water, tents, and sleeping bags. We couldn’t stay in town because people were looking for us. They think we’re missing or kidnapped. We hiked into the woods and set up camp. We made a fire and cooked canned soup. It...took a while. We told jokes and danced around the fire making weird noises. I never knew that life would have been so much better if my parents were gone. Despite having a better life without them, I grew to miss them over time. My mother was kind-hearted and soft in the eyes. She would never hurt a fly. She was beautiful. From her long cherry blonde hair to her blue eyes she was beautiful.  From the softest of touches to her brilliant mind and her compassionate heart she was the most perfect woman a child could call their mother and a man may call his wife. But even under all of that, she was unfaithful to my father and she was a liar and now she’s gone. After my father killed my mother he changed as well, but only with me. When Jane wasn’t around he’d hit me, yell at me, and threaten me. The bruises were easy to hide, but my sadness and guilt weren’t. I never told Jane that I was the reason that she no longer had a home to go back to. What would happen if I told her? Who cares, I'll just stay quiet. She's used to that by now. Everything will be just fine. Even if her happiness is based on lies, it's the only way to ensure that I can keep her that way. Happy. Maybe one day, I'll come clean.