The morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. I lay still in bed, staring up at the ceiling. My thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions—fear, anger, and a deep, gnawing determination. Freddy’s words from the night before still echoed in my head, lingering like a dark cloud.

“This is just the beginning… you’ll have to decide where you stand.”

I had already made my decision. I was going to get out. No matter what it took.

I sat up slowly, the blanket falling off my shoulders as I let out a slow breath. Freddy had been watching me closely, trying to figure me...