In the distance I can hear people talking, and I stop to see if I can make out what they're saying. It's getting closer, and I tighten my hold on my knife as I wait.
Footsteps are loud against the pebbles on the path, but I keep my breathing shallow. Through the leaves of the roses I see two people just on the other side.
"Now that I've seen these pretty pink petals, why don't you show me yours?" I hear the man say.
"I'm sure my mom is wondering where I am." The girl's voice is so soft it's hard to hear, and I see her feet moving back, away from the man.
"She knows exactly where you are, Rissa, and she's more than aware of what I'm capable of." His feet move closer to her, and I clench my knife harder.
"What?" She pauses her retreat. "What are you saying, Brock?"
"Now you know I don'
