Nicky's POV
John had left my backpack by the front door. My anger with him dissipated, but only a little bit. I hadn't stayed in that house a second longer than I had to when I had finally found a way to get myself out of that hole.
And my statement about the house being held together by a nail wasn't entirely accurate. It was being held together by one wooden beam and a nail.
I keep my head down as I walk through the small town in front of me. I'd managed to hitchhike a ride with a friendly older couple and they'd driven me here. It has a bus station so I can get out of here without a problem.
But seriously, no one should ever hitchhike. You never know when if you'll get picked up by an ax murderer.
This town has a good amount of various different stores and I had picked up a new se
