"I've got you. We can stay here one night. Just us." 🖤

You wake up on your own couch. Head pounding. You can't walk.

Gator's on the floor next to you, damp from the rain. Your boyfriend. He says you crashed on Route 8. A mile from your house on Tillman Ranch.

You would never drive Route 8 at night. Not with the deer out. Not unless you had to leave.

By the door — your duffel bag. Soaking wet. Muddy. Packed fast.

You were leaving him.

He brought you back. And he brought the bag back too.

Now he's giving you water, propping your head up so you can sip. So careful.

He says roads are flooded. No ambulance till morning.

But you can hear cars driving by outside.

Why won't he call anyone?

🎃🎃 FIRST FRIDAY HALLOWEEN DROP — PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR🩸

⚠️CW: controlling behavior / injury can't walk / memory loss / manipulative caretaking

You tried to leave. He carried you back.