“Rowell you idiot I don’t care for father at all with all he’s done to you. I could never love him for running my brother out of the country.” “Well what about mother?” Anastasia took a deep, breath. “I love mother with all my heart and I know that you do too, so you could never hurt her no matter how hard you try.” Rowell glared at his sister as the truth sunk in. “So you don’t care if I kill father?” She shook her head no, afraid that if she spoke Rowell will realise her ficade. Rowell walked over to a small table and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and began to spray it all over the ground. “Then this is good bye sister, forever.” At that he dropped a match on the spilled whiskey. A raging inferno spread through the barn. Anastasia quickly ran up the stairs to find her poor father. “Father!Father are you here?” there was no response and the roof began to crack. Anastasia felt that she had to leave but she couldn’t stand loosing her father.” “I’m sorry father.” She whispered and ran down and out of the barn.