She hated them. But moreover, she hated him. She wanted out of their lives, but where do you run when you are ten and nowhere to go?
She was drawing figures in the sand when The Voice came to her. ''Think it'' it commended. So, she thought that she wanted him dead. A slow, painful death.
From somewhere deep buried in her mind, a second voice came: 'You are too young to be a murderer', but The Voice drowned it.
Later that day, a policeman came to the house to inform them he had burned alive in a car accident.