Kylie held her breath as she listened to the truck door slam closed, then to heavy footsteps on the porch. The moan of the old hinges made Kylie shudder as Vincent stepped inside, “What the hell!? Why didn’t you lock the door!?”, Kylie whispered. “I was in a hurry.”, Rob responded. “Come out, Come out wherever you are!”, Vincent teased. “Look, I know you’re here- I know that is your blue Coupe Ute out front there.”, Vincent shouted as he made his way through the two bedrooms and kitchen; slamming and slinging things as he went. “That was a hell of a stunt you pulled off, running off with that little weasel, taking me money….making me mourn for you!”, Vincent shouted. With every glass that broke Kylie jumped and became more anxious, as Vincent neared the basement door Rob motioned for Kylie to go over to the window and climb out. Alarmed Kylie walked over to the wobbly old two foot by four foot table that was set against the cinder block wall, slowly climbed on top. The loud calamity