Each word was a small dart into his heart. He had been asking those same questions each day he had been in juvie. When he was about to explain that he had thought about doing just that, Anna fled from the room. Shooting their father a dark look, he took out after her. What in the hell was she doing, he wondered and then he realized just what she was trying to do when she scrambled over into the driver seat. He didn't have time to go around and try to get through the driver door. Instead, he followed her through the passenger car and managed to pin her hand with the keys to the seat.<br/><br/>"Stop, Anna," he hissed. "Think! Really remember how I was like when you met me. I wasn't someone to just jump up and start doing shit. I thought about what to do first and thought about it a lot. What good would breaking out have done you or me? I would have had to always duck the law. That's no life for you. I served my time so they won't be hounding me to throw me back in. It killed me each day that I was not able to protect you. Everything I have told you is true. I did try to commit suicide but thinking of you always pulled me out of that hell. If you really want me dead then I'll go back in there and snapped that asshole's neck. I'll get the death penalty for sure. You tell me one more time that your brother is dead and I'll make it true."