When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


31. 31.

Holly's point of view.

It's freezing cold out at night. I mean, it's cold during the day, underground, but being in the open at night is killing me. I know I just need to keep moving but I suddenly find myself lost. I thought there would be a certain freedom to just doing things my way, but I feel like Evan's way would be better...

No. I need to keep him out of my head. I didn't leave him because I wanted to. I left them all because I had to and I need to make that worth something. I decide to just walk in the direction I think will lead me to the house. The house I went in with that creepy guy. Because there is no doubt in my mind that he works for John Sovey and that he will have answers. I don't care what I have to do to find them.

I walk for hours but it doesn't seem to be getting warmer or lighter yet, so I bet I haven't been walking for too long. It's kind of torture right now. I know that I could turn back and go back to the "home", I guess, and admit defeat. I could eat something and then have a deep conversation with Sam like we always used to when we were teenagers and then curl up in bed with Evan and tell him I'm sorry and we could make up and fall asleep and be warm.

But then what? It wouldn't happen that way. I'd just get home and then worry about the fact that I'm too caught up with Evan again. I need to forget about him- about all of them for a while. I find comfort in the fact that they're not going to go anywhere and once I get answers, I can go back to them and make everything normal again.

In my daze, I realise that I've arrived. I'm here at the house. A chill goes down my spine, just remembering what happened here and now I'm bringing it upon myself. I need to make him let me in the house. I need to look beaten up. I run back into the forest and steeling myself, I whack my face against a tree. It hurts so badly, making the whole of my face ache but it is bleeding and bruising already. Rushing back to the house, I take a deep breath and knock on the door and he opens straight away.

"Oh." the man says, looking disgusted. "It's you again."

I turn on the waterworks and start pretending to sob. "Please, sir, let me come in. I'm freezing and I'm starving. My boyfriend started abusing me-"

"Shhh." he hushes. "Come on in, come on in."

Even though it seems like he's being kind, I know he's not. It's just an act to later try and manipulate me. Never the less, he at least gives me one night to just "recover". He sets me up in a bed and leaves me to rest. 

I can't rest. I just lie awake for a while, waiting for a good time to go and look around, but I know I'll get caught. After a few hours, he opens the door and "wakes" me.

"I have to go on a business trip. Just for tonight. I'll lock you in and I'll be back tomorrow." he says. The words say that he's caring for me, but really, he's just making sure I don't leave. He goes over to the window and locks it and I hear him doing the same thing in the rest of the rooms. Finally, I hear him shut the front door and lock it behind him as he leaves. 

I can go and get answers, but I don't know what to do after that.

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