Sarah ran home, she desperately hoped her parents would understand but knew they wouldn't. If her friends and lover can't what hope do they have. She still had things she needed to get at home though.
On her way home she looked in her purse, her credit card numbers were the same, that meant she could at least run up the bills of the bitch who took her life before they got canceled. But where could she stay.
Sarah soon arrived home, her dog Milly met her at the door witha confused growl, Sarah's smell was both the same and different.
"don't worry milly, it's me", Sarah said as she reached out to pet her. Milly's tail wagged. At least the dog understood.
Sarah Slipped upstairs and grabbed a suitcase and started filling it with clothes. Maybe she could stay at a hotel for a day or two, after that who knows.
On her way down she heard a scream and turned to see her mom.
"HAROLD! GET OVER HERE! WE'RE BEING ROBBED!" her mom cried.
She heard the clicking of her dad putting bullets in the revolver he keeps in case of burglars. She'd have no time to explain, even though she dearly wanted to. Sarah turned and bolted out the door into the evening streets. She heard a shot or two fired in the air but she was long gone. Her dad did that the one other time someone tried to rob them to scare the crooks off. She was scared. In one day she went from being a loving family member and friend to a robber and a stalker in the eyes of everyone. What was she to do?
