getting up from her bed , with the first aid kit to put it back in its rightful place in the drawer as he
straighten himself now , picking up the knife that he'll have to bury now frame turning to face her. “ i’m letting you go.” he said calmly and without another word or →
→ sorry for her, “ it's henry , my names henry.” he'd told her his name. “ if i let you go, promise you won't go to the cops about all this.”
he told her , wanting to trust her she wouldn't do it. because it was only fair he was letting her go.
after he had finished wrapping up her wounded wrist , letting her removed her hand packing up the
first aid kit , head turning as pale blues focused on her features.“ look at me.” he demanded his tone sharp , blunt. she was so broken , lost empty inside her almost felt →
/ i imagine tara and henry being friends , like childhood best friends until tara learned that he was psychopath and ends their friendship and that's where henry becomes really violent.
→ the wound , it was odd how his actions had changed from being violent to her than gentle now putting that away too as he now
begun to wrap her hand, brows furrowed he was considering not killing her nor keeping her hostage.
ignoring the hissing sound from her lips , noticing that she was about to move her hand away made him him grip it as he finished cleaning up her wound quietly not saying anything or even given her a
a glance , putting away the alcohol he got the oniment dripping some on →