So we drive a couple of miles and dump the bodies. It's not makng me feel any better. We're covered in blood, someone is destined to discover the house like the way it is. Brian tells me everything is going to be OK, so I sneak into my ma's place to get my few belongings-we're on our way out of here, forever. But things just don't feel right. Brian says we are going to California.
(go home)