You were locked up in the attic again. You had tried to run away again. Normally you wouldn’t mind being locked in the attic as you wouldn’t have to look at Blake’s love sick deranged face, but it was winter and the attic was extremely cold and cramped. You looked out the window, night was falling and you could see Blake chopping fire wood. You had no idea how long he would keep you up here again… But for some reason…you felt bad for trying to run.