Blackfeather Woods Scream so loud, gettin’ fuckin’ laid

She should have fled at his questions, ran quick and fast far from here. She was small and lithe. She could outrun him with ease, disappear into tight places that he could not follow. She did not know that there was extra company as well. Another reason to flee.

Instead her legs felt as though they locked beneath her. She, forced, to stay here and face him. Even as her gut churned with discomfort.

I'm not scared. Perhaps a lie, perhaps not. Even she could not figure out how she felt. Only head kept turned and eyes fixed on the far distance. As if she might be whisked away by the wind. Away from this. Away from him.

There is nothing to talk about. My home was stolen and I do not belong there.