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The Valley    Part 4




The first thing I saw when I woke up was Melissa's eyes.  It took a moment
to remember what we were doing in bed together, and when I did my day was
ruined.
"Do you know you snore?" She asked me, a small smile on her face.
The day didn't look so bad after all. For her to be able to joke after what
she had gone through, gave me hope that she would be all right.
"I'm happy that you are here to hear it." I answered, making her smile even
more.
"Maria, thank God you found me!" She cried.
I took hold of her hands, afraid to touch her anywhere else, and watched as
my best friend began to cry.  I stroked her hair, and mumbled soothing
words. I wanted to hug her but I knew that would only cause her more pain.
Eventually she calmed down and I asked her how she felt.
"My back feels like its raw, and so does my butt. I feel pretty sore all
over." She told me.
"I have some stuff to put on you, it should help, okay?"
"Sure."
She was still lying on her front, although a light sheet had been pulled
over her. I distinctly remembered her going to sleep on top of the covers.
Alan must have come in sometime while we slept and covered her.
I sat up, and pulled the sheet back from Melissa's nude body.
In the daylight the full horror of her whip marks could be seen. Major
areas of her body were so battered, you couldn't tell where the individual
whip marks were.  The bruising had turned portions of her skin a myriad of
colors ranging from bright pink to almost black. I hated it.
As before, the application of the salve that Alan had found caused Melissa
to shudder and wince.  She didn't complain, however, and when we were done
she told me that the stuff had taken the edge off the pain.
I got out of bed and pulled on the T-shirt. 
"Do you want anything to wear?" I asked her, wondering if I could bear
anything touching my skin if it looked like that.
She thought for a moment. "Is anyone else but you and Alan here?" she
asked.
I told her no.
She asked if I could find her a pair of shorts, so I dug through Alan's
closet until I found shorts for both of us.
Melissa refused my offer to help get her dressed, so I went downstairs to
the kitchen.
Alan was there, stirring some eggs in a pan at the stove.
"Hi." I said.
He turned, eyes red. He didn't look like he had slept much.
"Hey, beautiful." He said coming over to me.  We embraced, and shared a
long kiss.  "How's Melissa?" he asked me.
"Ask me yourself." Said a voice from the door.  Melissa stood just inside
the room, watching us. Dressed in just a pair of red shorts, one arm across
her breasts, I could see she was very uncomfortable. Yet I knew it would be
too painful for her to wear any more.
"You look better than you did last night." Alan said. "You slept?"
"Like a baby. I tossed and turned and cried every two hours."  This made us
all laugh.
"I've got some eggs going, if you're willing." Suggested Alan.
Melissa nodded and walked over to the kitchen table. "Eggs would be good.
All I've had to eat the last couple of days is...whatever I could suck out
of him."
Neither Alan or I could think of anything to say, especially considering my
diet over the past few days.
Melissa tried a couple of times to sit down on the hard kitchen chair, but
gave up and remained standing.
Alan motioned me toward the cooking eggs, and then went over to Melissa. 
He took hold of both her shoulders from behind, and she tensed up. 
"May I see?" Alan asked her.
She nodded, and relaxed slightly. 
Alan took a long careful look at the marks on her back and legs, then with
Melissa's permission he pulled down her shorts enough to examine her butt
cheeks. He asked for and got permission to look at her breasts, which he
did carefully without touching her.
I had served the eggs while he was doing this, and watched them both while
I dug out some cereal and milk to go with them.
Only when Alan stepped back did Melissa really relax. It would be a long
time before she would feel comfortable with any man again, I thought.
"Well," he said, his examination over, "its not as bad as it looks. There
will be some scaring, I can see where the skin was broken in a few places,
but most of it will disappear in a few days."  His voice seemed very tired.
Melissa pulled her shorts back up and started toying with her eggs, head
down, avoiding our eyes.
"How do you know that, Alan. Shouldn't we take her to a doctor?" I asked
him.
Melissa looked alarmed. "No doctors. I don't want anyone else to see me
like this!"
"We should at least call the police." I said.
"And tell them what." She replied. "That I allowed my boyfriend to tie me
up and keep me naked for a week while he sexually tormented me, that when
he whipped me particularly bad one evening I suddenly didn't like it?  They
would laugh me out of the building."
"They would have to do  something." I countered.
"Even if they did, and it got to court. Can you see the jury's response
when I am forced to tell them how I came to be in a position to let him
whip me?  They would treat me just like every other rape victim that comes
into that courtroom, and figure I was asking for it.  It's no use. I just
want to forget it and forget him."
She was wrong, but then again she was right too. Only if she were lucky
would Eric pay for what he did.  From the outside she wouldn't look like a
victim at all.
Alan had taken a plate of eggs and stood by the back door while he ate. He
was looking out, as if trying to distance himself from us. It occurred to
me that he hadn't answered my question.
"Alan."
He turned to face me.
"How do you know she'll be all right?"
Alan put his plate down, and avoided looking at either of us.
"Many years ago," he began, "I used to date this girl who was very heavy
into BDSM, just as you are. But while your kink is heavy bondage, hers was
pain. More specifically, she loved to be whipped." Alan's voice was growing
slower. I could see that what he was telling us wasn't easy. "I was young
and very inexperienced back then, and it was easy for her to convince me to
tie her down to this X frame she had in her home, or whatever else was
handy, and use this long heavy whip she had.  When ever I whipped her, I
would try to keep it light, not wanting to hurt her. But she would always
call out to me. Telling me I was a wimp, a weakling.  She would insult me
and yell out obscenities to try to get me to whip her harder. And usually
it worked.  I got to know how to place welts on her that would last for
days, and how to take care of them afterward. I always felt sick afterward,
but she would always convince me that I wasn't really hurting her and that
she enjoyed it once I put my back into it.
"One day, she was particularly vicious, and I'm not sure what she said, but
I began laying that whip on her harder than I ever had before.  It was when
I saw her back covered in blood, that I stopped. I remember dropping the
whip, and leaving the room.  I didn't have the courage to go back for a
half an hour.  Her back looked a mess, blood dipping down her butt and
along her legs. I felt weak and hoped that she would forgive me for doing
this to her.  She had passed out on the cross, but as I finished untying
her she woke up and smiled at me. She told me that she had cum like crazy
at the end, and that next time I wasn't to forget her legs.
"I left her there. Never went back. Never saw her again."
As he told us this, Melissa and I watched him open mouthed. The pain in his
eyes told us that he was telling the truth, and I understood why he was so
upset about Melissa. I stepped forward and took him in my arms. A moment
later he took me in his and we stood together.  I was surprised to feel
Melissa hug the both of us.
"I want to thank you Alan." Melissa said, voice muffled. "You may have
saved my life.  I had no idea that Eric was that vicious. I wish he had the
strength to turn away from it as you did."
Alan just nodded,and pulled away.
"Er..I just did what I had to do.  Anyway, if you're done eating I have a
surprise for you out back."
"A surprise?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
We followed Alan outside and to our delight saw a large redwood hot tub
standing above ground. It was full of water that was slightly steaming in
the cold morning air.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I took the tarp off this old thing and
made sure all the plumbing worked. It will do you both some good if you
want it."
Did we ever.  I was still sore from my stay in the shed and Melissa wasted
no time walking toward it.
She peeled off her shorts and climbed the steps before gingerly climbing
into the tub.
"How is the temperature?" Alan asked.
"A little hot, but bearable. Does it bubble?" Melissa asked him.
Alan walked over to it and pushed a button down low somewhere. Immediately
I heard a compressor start and the tub filled with bubbles. 
Melissa smiled and closed her eyes.
As I started to pull my shirt off, Alan took my arm.
"You know," he said, "this is the first time since we met that I've
actually seen you with clothes on?"
I laughed. "And did you know that this is the longest we have been together
without me being in some kind of bondage?"
We both laughed, but Alan's wasn't as happy as mine.
"I hope we can correct that later." I told him.
"You mean you still want to...after what happened to Melissa?" He said.
"Oh yes!  But lets take it easy until I sound her out about it, okay?"
Alan nodded and watched me remove my clothes before climbing in the tub
after Melissa.
The water was hot, almost too hot, but after a few minutes it felt a lot
better. The tub was huge and I figured that a dozen people would fit
easily. Melissa was immersed up to her neck and still had her eyes closed,
while Alan stood and watched from the side.
"Aren't you going to join us?" I asked him.
He looked nervous. "Wouldn't Melissa mind?"
"I don't if Maria doesn't." Yelled out Melissa.
So Alan shrugged out of his clothes and climbed in after us. He moved over
so he was sitting next to me and took one of my hands underwater. With my
other hand I reached over and took hold of something else.  He jumped and
smiled, the best smile I had seen on him in days.  He leaned over and we
kissed.
"It looks like you guys are getting along nicely." Melissa said, one eye
open. She closed it again and both Alan and I looked around sheepishly.
Melissa laughed. "Why don't you tell me what's been going on here."
"Are you sure you want to hear about this?" I asked her.  "I doubt you want
to hear about our bondage games."
"If it makes you happy, I want to hear about it, Sweety. And don't worry
about me being sour on bondage. It makes you very happy and for a time it
made me happy too.  I don't want to spoil your life by having to tip toe
around the subject whenever I'm around."
"All right...."  I told her about how Alan had me cleaning his floor, and
my tour of his yard. I described the shed and how we turned it into a
prison cell. She laughed when I told her about the chase and listened with
amazement as I told her about my time as a prisoner.  I felt rather
uncomfortable telling her about the last part. I realized that for a time
we were both prisoners with no say in our release. The parallels were to
evident. But Melissa urged me on so I finished.
"You left one thing out." She said after we had sat quietly for a few
minutes. "How you got here. Don't lie to me 'cos I already know."
"You know?"  I was hoping to keep Eric's involvement out of this.
"I know. I was there, remember?  It was actually funny at the time, it was
before...well, before. He had me tied to a chair in the kitchen. You only
needed to have come in the house a little further to see me.  He had me
gagged and every time he came in he would pinch me or kiss me. He left me
there when he brought you here and told me afterward how he had left you. 
That's how I knew you were here."
"How long were you with him?" I asked.
"Since Monday night.  The Monday we last saw each other.  He picked me up
for dinner, and we went back to his place afterward, and..well I never
really had the opportunity to get away, not that I was trying hard. It was
fun..."
Alan and I sat quietly. Melissa's expression was completely neutral, her
voice took on a far away sound, as if it was someone else's story she was
telling.  "I would spend all my time at his house naked and tied to
furniture. When we went out, it was usually with some device either
strapped to me or inserted in me.  I had no idea there were so many ways a
man could keep a woman on the edge of orgasm. I have never fucked that much
in my life. And when  we weren't fucking I was begging to be fucked.  I
swear, when he first whipped me, it actually felt good. I can't believe it,
but it's true. But when I started getting serious about leaving him for a
while and getting back home, he started getting angry.
We stopped going out and I was tied up on a continuous basis. Every time I
was ungagged I would plead with him to let me go, but he wouldn't listen.
He would take that whip, and use it on me more and more. Eventually he
wouldn't stop, not completely. He would pause to rest, or to sleep, and he
would resume whipping me again. He ignored my pleas to stop. He gave up on
gags so he could hear me scream.  He starved me for two days before I gave
in and sucked his... In the end it was all he would give me.  Last night, I
had been hanging there for almost two days. He had just gotten through with
a heavy whipping session and went for a beer. He came up yelling at me 'cos
he was out and told me he was going to a bar somewhere.  He shoved
those...things in me... and left.  I saw his jacket, where he had left it,
and saw my one chance to get help.  It was agony trying to reach it and I
knew that when I did he would come back for it.  I got hold of it and got
out the cell phone I knew was there. I knew where you were but not how to
get hold of you. I thought since we hadn't talked you might have left me a
message on my machine, so I called it and sure enough you had left this
number.  After I called Alan, I worried that Eric would come home first and
see what I had done. I couldn't hide it.  I was scared to death when Alan
came in, I thought it was him. I was so relieved to be wrong."  She opened
her eyes and looked directly at us. "He's bound to know who I called. He
may guess where I am. What if he comes to get me?"
Alan stirred.  "He won't try anything with us here. You're safe." He said.
"But I can't go home can I." She answered. "He can find me alone there."
"You can stay here. I'd advise that until your back is healed anyway."
"Maybe we should call the police." I suggested.
"NO!"  Yelled Melissa.
"I'll figure out something."  Alan said.
We sat together for a little while longer, until Alan told us he had to get
to work.  I watched him walk into the house, clothes in his hands, and
wondered what he was going to do about Eric.
"Do you love him?" Melissa asked me.
"I only just met him." I answered.
"Don't give me that bullshit. I saw how you looked at him when we first saw
him. I see how you look at him now. Do you love him?"
"Yes." I said after a moment.
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes."
"That's good enough for me." She said and dunked her head under the
churning water.
Feeling a bit like an underdone lobster, I helped Melissa out of the tub,
and the both of us carried our clothes into the house in search of towels. 
The heat had brought out all her welts in bright reds and pinks, but she
told me that she felt a lot better.
As we passed the open door of Alan's office, he called out to say that now
I looked normal to him again, which made us both laugh.
Up in his room, after we had dried off, I applied more salve to Melissa's
scars. I took care to cover both her front and back this time. As I did so
I wondered if this jar of salve was left over from his affair with the
whipped girl. I put it out of my mind.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" Melissa asked me as she pulled her
shorts back on.
I looked down at my naked body. Alan was right. Here in this house, I did
look normal being nude.
"Melissa. Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead, Sweety."
"Would you mind, if Alan and I, well, continued..."
"You want to play bondage games with Alan, right?"
I nodded.
"You go ahead. I know it's part of what makes you and Alan happy, and I
told you that as long as you're happy, so am I.
You'll have to excuse me if I don't get involved though." She said with a
smile.
I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, and almost hugged her.
"Thank you."
I ran into the bathroom where all the bondage stuff from the day before was
still sitting, and picked up the manacles and collar that I had been
wearing. Then, still naked, I went downstairs with Melissa coming along
behind me.
I went into Alan's office and saw he was typing on the computer.  He turned
and smiled when he saw what I was carrying.
Without a word, he got up and came around his desk to stand in front of me.
 He took the collar and placed it around my neck, locking it. Then he
brought my hands up to the manacles that were still connected to the collar
and closed them about my wrists.
He turned me around and swatted me on the butt, sending me out with a big
grin on my face as Melissa watched from the stairway.
"Come on," I said as I passed her, "I'll show you around."
I led her outside into the warm sunlight. It looked like it would be
another glorious day.
We walked over to the barn and Melissa kept looking at me and laughing
quietly.
"What's so funny?" I asked her.
"Give you a big bushy tail and you look like a squirrel." She said bursting
out in laughter.
I supposed it were true. With my wrists bound right under my chin, my hands
under my mouth, I supposed I did look like some big naked, tailess rodent. 
My elbows stuck out on either side of my breasts, and I knew from trying
that I couldn't reach any part of my body if I wanted to.
I liked it.
I stuck out my tongue and kept on walking.
In the barn I said hello to Nelson, and told him I forgave him for helping
Alan chase me down a few days ago.  He didn't say much of anything but did
stick his head over the stall door to be petted.  Melissa helped me out
there by scratching him on the nose.  I noticed that Nelson's stall had
fresh straw in it. Another thing Alan must have done instead of sleep. I
wondered what was keeping him going now.
Melissa and I walked slowly around the yard, an easier job now that I
wasn't hobbled and I showed her the shed I had been kept in for three days.
 It smelled terrible in there, since I also had to use it for a bathroom,
and Melissa marveled that I spent any time in there at all. But then she
told me in a quiet voice how Eric had made her relieve herself upside down
where she hung. We left the shed.
The hot tub was still going when we walked behind the house, and I thought
we might get back in, but Melissa said that the walking was helping her and
that she wanted to explore the trails, so away we went.
I did feel a little odd.  There I was naked and bound, completely unable to
cover myself, walking with my best friend who only wore a pair of shorts. 
Once again I was glad this place was so isolated.  I would miss it when I
left on Sunday.
Neither of us said much as we walked. We just enjoyed the outside air, the
sun on our backs.  Melissa swatted the occasional bug for me, laughing as
she did so.  We found ourselves retracing the way we had come when we first
entered the valley, and stopped at the gate we had squeezed through to get
in.
We turned around and headed back the way we had come, turning off to follow
a different path.
Quite a bit of walking took us to a dirt road. The sun was high in the sky
now,and I was beginning to think about sunburn again. 
So was Melissa. She had taken off her shorts and draped them over her
shoulders.
"I think this is his driveway." I said.  "If we follow it we should be back
at he house in a few minutes."
"Right." Melissa said.
We had only taken a few steps when we heard the car.
It was moving fast, coming down the driveway heading for the house.  We
both recognized it at the same time.
Eric.
We ran to one side, but the driver had spotted us and gave chase. He pulled
up beside us and got out. 
We kept going but a hand grabbed my ankle and tripped me.
Eric lifted me onto my feet but didn't let go.
"Hey now, isn't this something.  The delicious Maria. And you too Melissa
my little tramp."  He said, reaching around me and taking hold of one of my
breasts.  I could smell alcohol on his breath, beer and something stronger.
He stank.
Melissa had stopped running when she saw him grab me.
"Leave her alone you bastard!" She yelled.
Eric squeezed hard and I screamed.
"Come here!"  He yelled back.
"Run Melissa," I yelled out, "Get Alan."
Eric put his hand over my mouth, so I bit down on it as hard as I could.
He yelled and let go of me. I sprinted for the tree line, while Melissa
headed the other way.
I must have made the better target for the next thing I knew Eric was
chasing me in his car. Maybe he thought bound as I was I would be slower.
He was partly right. I've mentioned before how hard it is to run without a
bra on, and now I couldn't really do anything to stop my breasts from
bouncing up and down as I hurried toward the trees.
I could see I wasn't going to make it. So I changed tactics.
The driveway wound through a gap between two hills, so I turned and started
up one of them.
The going was steep, and I really wished I had my hands. I got the scare of
my life when I looked back to see Eric's car climbing after me. 
His car wasn't built for hill climbing though, and the wheels kept
slipping, threatening to tip the car over and roll it back down the hill.
I thought I might out distance it yet when I came upon the fence.  I
couldn't go over it.  Maybe if I wasn't bound I could climb it even though
I was naked, but as it was I couldn't do anything but keep on running.
I followed the fence line and Eric turned to follow me.
Broadside to the slope his car really threatened to tip, but it was still
catching up.
My bare foot stepped on a sharp rock and I lost my footing.
The car was almost upon me when I heard a crack and the front tire blew.
The front end slipped down a foot or so then dug in. The uphill side of the
car lifted off the ground, forced up by the car's momentum, and tipped
over.
Down the car rolled, side over side until it came to rest on the driveway.
Shocked, I could only sit and stare at it as smoke appeared from under the
hood.  I kept expecting it to blow up, as on TV, but it just sat on its
wheels, smoking badly.
Something on the hill opposite moved and I looked up to see Alan riding
down on Nelson.
The sure footed animal was walking down a slope just as step as the one I
sat on.
Alan paused at the car, looking inside, before riding up to where I sat.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"I'm fine, just stepped on something.  My God Alan, he was trying to run me
down!"
Alan looked over at the car once more.
"Do you need a ride back or can you walk?" He asked without looking at me.
I got up,and found I could walk okay, and said so.
"I'll meet you at the house. I have to call the police about this.  Don't
go near the car!"
I promised not to, and watched him ride off. Only then did I notice that he
had a rifle attached to his saddle.
I looked at the car. I had to see, had to find out about Eric.  I stumbled
down the slope until I reached the car and looked inside.
Eric lay on his side, half on the floor, half on the seat.  His head was
bent all the way back at a very unnatural angle. His half open, sightless
eyes told me all I needed to know.
I stepped carefully around all the broken glass and walked slowly to the
house.  My stomach was turning and it took a lot of will power not to lose
control of it there by the road side. I actually felt sorry for Eric. Don't
ask me why. Maybe I'm just a sucker for those who die needlessly.
I had almost reached the house when Alan rode past me going the other way.
He didn't acknowledge me as he passed, and I noticed that he no longer had
the rifle. Did I imagine it?
Melissa was waiting for me on the porch with keys in her hand.
"Are you all right?" She asked as she undid my restraints.
"I'm fine.  Did Alan tell you what happened?"
"Yes.  Right now I'm glad it happened, I can't spare any sympathy for
Eric."
This really didn't sound like the Melissa I knew, but I could understand
her anger.
"Alan said for you to get dressed and to pack all your bondage gear away
somewhere." She continued.
"All right. Then I guess I had better get back to the accident to talk to
the police."
"No. Alan wants you to wait here.  He said that there was no reason you had
to be involved in this. He'll tell them that Eric drove up the hill by
himself and lost control. Telling them he was chasing us will only
complicate matters.  I told you I don't want the police involved."
I was taken back. "We can't lie to the police!"
"We can, and we will.  It will work."  She seemed so insistent, so sure
about all this.
"There's one thing we can't hide." I said.
"What?"
"You, all your scars.  If the police do come to the house. They will see
you and we don't have anything here to cover your whip marks.  Our clothes
are God knows where, and Alan's stuff is too big to look right on you."
I could see she hadn't thought about that.
"I'll have to hide." She said slowly, looking down at herself.
"No," I replied, thinking. "Not hide exactly. Come on!"
When the police car with Alan following on horse back pulled up to the
house an hour later, I was dressed in T-shirt and shorts again. I watched
from the porch as two men in uniform got out of the car and waited for Alan
to join them.
The three men stepped onto the porch and Alan introduced me.
"Good to meet you Miss Imus." Said the older of the two cops, who happened
to be the county sheriff. "I hope you don't mind if we talk to you for a
moment."
"I don't mind." I replied, and waved them to a seat.
While they sat I asked Alan how Eric was.
He came to me and took my shoulders in his hands. He told me softly that
Eric had died in the accident.
I forced my face into the proper response.  
"Miss Imus," said the sheriff, "you knew Mr. Maximer?"
"If you mean Eric, yes. But not well. He's...was, my friend's boy friend."
"Miss Hunt, you mean."
"Yes."
The sheriff pulled out a note book and consulted it for a moment. "She's
supposed to be here isn't she?" He asked.
"She's upstairs in bed. Woke up with a bad migraine and hasn't been up yet
today." I lied.
"Ah. My wife gets those. I know how they can keep you down all day.  Would
you mind if I talked to her?"
"I don't mind. But it depends on how she feels, okay?"
Alan jumped in explaining that Melissa didn't know about the accident yet.
"I didn't have the heart to tell her, without knowing how he was." I added.
What a pair of liars we were. Inside I still couldn't believe Alan, Melissa
and I were trying to pull this off.  It wasn't as if we had murdered Eric.
But then I remembered the rifle Alan was carrying and the crack I heard
just as the tire blew.
I needed time to think, and I wasn't getting any.
"Maybe then you can tell me where you were when Mr. Maximer met his death?"
 asked the sheriff.
"In the hot tub, on  the other side of the house. I got out as soon as Alan
told me about the accident."  We were going to slip up, I knew it.
"And do you have any idea why he was driving up a hill way too steep for
his kind of vehicle?"
I had to respond carefully to this. I didn't know if I was supposed to know
the details of the accident or not.
"Driving up and down the hills was something he liked to do when he was
drinking." I told the sheriff.
"He was a drinker then?"
"Melissa wouldn't admit that he drank. But you could smell it on him when
he got close to you."
The sheriff sat for a minute or two, jotting down notes in his note book. 
His companion just sat and watched Alan and I as we leant against the porch
railing.
"I'd like to see Miss Hunt now." The sheriff said finally.
"Can't I break the news to her first?" I asked him.
"You can do that while I'm there." He answered.
I tried to look unhappy at that. It wasn't hard for I was unhappy about
everything to do with this.
I led the men into the house and up the stairs to Alan's bed room.  The
room was in darkness, the shades drawn.  Melissa's sleeping figure could be
seen huddled under the covers, only her hair was visible. I stopped the men
at the door and quietly walked over to her.
While Alan and I had to ad lib downstairs, Melissa and I had managed to
rehearse this part of the charade, and we put on a command performance.  
My slowly waking Melissa up. Her slow realization that something was wrong.
My telling her that Eric had been in an accident and had been killed. Her
shocked expression at the news and the way she buried her head in the
pillows crying.
I looked helplessly at the men standing in the doorway, and the sheriff
closed the door on us.
Melissa started to sit up, but I held her down and put my finger to her
lips.  I didn't let either of us move until  I heard the car pull away.
"I'll meet you downstairs." I told her, and left the room.
Alan was in the front room, staring out the window.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked him. "Why are we lying to the police?"
"You know why." He replied without looking at me.
And I did. He had fired the rifle. He had blown the tire and caused the car
to crash. He had, accidentally, killed Eric, in order to save me.
There were way to many conflicting emotions inside me right now.
I walked up behind him and put my arms around him.
He softened at my touch and turned to hold me.
"I didn't know he was going to die." Alan whispered.
"I know." I whispered back.
We stood like that for a long time.



End of Part 4



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