You were older out of high school older, and knew better yet you were trapped here in this hell of a home. You believed holly, with everything she had said, especially when she had this map. A safe space away from Henry, away from the mindless kids who believed these lies.

So one day you went into the woods, following the map. Aware of every single noise and detail. While moving through the trees you were hit with something, something blocking your path.

“A little lost aren’t we?” Henry’s voice was low, threatening but still carried that same fake gentleness. You tried to get away but Henry lunged at you, pinning you down, holding your collar. His face was terrifying, before it shifted to your hand that held the map. Grabbing it he looked back at you. His eyes were sharp, daring you to defy him.

“Who, gave you this map.”