Hannah
I get out of the car and rush towards the dark figure in the distance. The sound which the wind is making in the trees is so scary, like a threatening whistle. A warning.
“Hello?” I begin, “Are you all right? I was…”
Then I stop speaking because I notice the car, parked not far from where the man is standing.
Then the man steps forward. He is older, perhaps my mother’s age.
“You are that b***h, aren’t you?” Some of his words are hard to understand, and I’m pretty certain he’s drunk.
“Do you need help?” I ask.
Am I really dumb to ask a total, drunk stranger in the dark woods outside of town if he needs help?
“Where’s Maria?” He ask and I pause. No… this is her father. s**t…
“I’ve been looking for her,” he says , “Where is she?!”
He is walking towards me threateningl
