Blythe
I heed his advice and do not scream even though it is the only thing I want to do.
He motions at me to come hither with his knife and, in response, I bring the covers up so they cover my chest. I feel like a kid, convinced that a blanket can keep me safe from all the monsters lurking around in the dark—whether they be under my bed, in my closet, or near the open threshold. I cannot bring myself to move. He is not here to help me so he is here to kill me. I cannot barter with him to offer me aid.
He motions at me again, more aggressively. My heart is racing and my mind is blanking. He is here for me specifically, not Terrence, or else he would have a gun. That I do know. This isn't a robbery. But why is he here for me? What is Terrence involved in that could warrant this happeni
