I can’t run now, even though it’s what I want to do more than anything. But I already found out what happens when I run, and it’s not pretty. He’d catch me. He’d punish me. Or maybe he’d just make me come again. Plus, he really might kill that kid. I have to be smart and not let fear take me over. Wait for my chance. I won’t get many of them. Later, when he’s sleeping, that’s when he’ll be vulnerable. He comes back and gets in. His smirk makes me itch to hurt him. “Good girl,” he says. Oh, I definitely want to hurt him.
