Delilah knew he was right, but it still felt so wrong. She believed there could be good in anyone, even if this wicked man would have never changed. She felt confused and conflicted, really she didn't know what to do. She nodded as he limped away, still fuzzy in the brain, then heard something about him being one step closer. She didn't bother with asking what he meant by that, as he was already a distance away.

She hadn't noticed her mother running toward them until just now as she fell to her knees beside her stepfather's body. Her mom screamed "How could this happen?" into his chest and rocked back and forth. She just looked at the two. Did her mom really not know what he was going to do? Delilah didn't know if it would be a good thing or a bad thing if her mother knew. After some more crying, her mother's shaky fingers dialed the police on her cell phone.

The police came and took pictures, taped off the area, and put him into a bag. They said a wild animal, most likely a wolf, killed him. They asked why he was in the forest and before Delilah could say anything, her mother piped up, "He saw an animal and tried to scare it away with his truck, then he tried to shoot it to protect my daughter here" Her mothers hands gripped her shoulders, it felt wrong and gross. She could tell her mother was lying, "She was outside catching fireflies when the wolf attacked."

Delilah wished she had slipped away before the beast killed him, so she wouldn't be stopped by the whole scene. Now, not only would there be police watching her house, but her mother would be on watch. She needed a new escape attempt, and it had to be more thought out. Inside, she thanked the strange beast, he had given her rest from the pain, even if it were only replaced by a different pain.