The setup she never knew about 

Madeline's POV

That bastard. That grimy little bastard. 

I groaned as I dragged her bad leg down the lonely road. Blood dribbled down my face. My skin was seared with burns from the heat and I could swear my hair smells burnt. It had been a close call. Hell, I couldn't recall how I had escaped from the damned house, the whole shit was blurry in my mind and all I could see behind me was fire and smoke.  

And possibly a dead John.  

You killed him, my mind accused. You killed him, Madeline.  

Not the first time, and at this rate, it certainly wouldn't be the last. I just had to get out of here first. I could hear sirens in the distance and considering the road I took was rather lonely, if the police caught on to the trail of blood I was making, they would be on me in an instant.   

And you