Zelena.
I ran back to the house as fast as I could, staying on the edge of the forest, sticking behind the trees. How was I going to explain my clothing situation, well lack of clothing situation? He will definitely kill me this time. He can’t catch me without clothes on. I snuck around the back of the house to the clothesline, I’m sure I did some washing the other day. That small sliver of hope died when I saw the line. All that was left was one of Hank’s shirts and a couple of socks. I snatched down the shirt and threw it on, it was just long enough to cover my backside. I opened the back door to the kitchen and tiptoed through, closing it gently behind me. I turned back around and there he was. Eyes black and glaring right at me, his face screwed up in anger. He grabbed me by the face
