Anna took the time to press the button several times until she heard a beep. It was much louder a noise than she thought it would be. It echoed in the neighborhood as she stood there at the door, staring at the car for a moment longer before turning back into her home. Scooting in past the doorway before she started to talk. "C-couldn't you have just torn the house apart for them? It's not as if he's smart enough to properly hide anything." She said, though she caught her father's eye and drew quiet as she began to look over the papers. Squinting at them as they were not kept in the best of condition. It was hard to concentrate on reading with what was around her though. The stench made her dizzy as well as nauseous. She shuddered as she heard him sit down. It didn't help any more that she started to cry with the memories her father's voice rang through her mind. His voice would always upset her, no matter how much time went by, she thought.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure whether to yell at him or do as he said now. She didn't want there to be any more trouble between the two men in her life. But Goose took care of it, in his own strange way. She processed his words and gave his arms a gentle pet as she saw the way his body was flexing. She didn't have to stand in front of him to see just how he felt. She caught his hand in her own and rubbed her thumb against his palm as she leaned her own back to his. Reading onwards in the paperwork, she took her time. To re-read several parts, as she could barely comprehend what they said. Not because she didn't have the vocabulary, but because she was in disbelief of how down low and rotten her father could have possibly been.<br/><br/>She pulled at Gooses' hand to turn him around to face her. Looking to pictures from the articles than to him. She got very close to him. Examining his features. Running her hand from his up to his face. Tracing his cheeks, his jaw, everything with her fingers.<br/><br/>Then, her face shriveled and she shoved his face away.<br/><br/>"How<em>could</em>you?" She cried to him as she shook her head and shoved the papers into his chest before dropping them. "How could you leave me here<em>alone</em>with<em>him</em>for two years?" She said pointing to her father. "If you<em>really</em>loved me, than why didn't you come for me? Why didn't you break out? Why didn't you<em>kill him</em>before he ever got a chance to<em>kill you</em>for me?" She shouted before laughing somewhat hysterically at herself.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot from him to her father as she backed herself towards the door. "No.<em>You both killed my brother.</em>And I've had about enough of<em>both</em>of you." She said as she let herself out the door. She shook her head one last time to the both of them before she made a mad dash to the car. Fumbling with the keys, she decided to use the actual key instead of the buttons. She managed to get the car open and crawled over to the drivers seat while leaving the passenger's seat open. She was trying to get the car started on her own. Even though she didn't know how to drive, and her eyes were blinded by tears, she wanted to get out as fast as possible.