I quickly glance out the window and see a reflection of something in his hand. It's long and silver with a sleek wooden handle; it's a knife! "What the hell!" I shout at him. That puts him into full-on rage. He comes at me with the knife raised, resting evenly with his jaw.

'He's nuts!' I think as I narrowly escape the sweep of the knife. As I try to get past him to the kitchen door he grabs my hair. I scream as he pulls me to the ground. I scream from the pain of the impact and from the fear of what's coming.

I try to fight him off but he's to heavy. I feel the knife sink deep in my thigh. I glance down and see the blood begin to seep out of my leg as he shifts the knife slightly, enjoying the pain he's causing me. The pain that's ripping through my leg is unbearable. Fuck it hurts so much.

What happens when everyone and everything you know gets ripped away from you? For Krystah, her entire life gets flipped upside-down after one fateful night. Can she survive everything that gets thrown at her?