Clutching the Knife (Checks and Christina Bg, can skip)

While he was still in the car of the strange man, he still did not let go of the knife. The man did not make any attempts of getting it from him so he clutched it to the point that his fingers were already hurting from being clenched.

The man had asked him about his basic information. He answered everything vaguely.

"Where are you from?"

"Just outside of this town." This town was a center and was surrounded by four big cities on either side.

"How long have you been gone from home?"

"A few months." Seven months.

"Are your parents looking for you?"

"I think they are," he said with a casual shrug. Maybe they were. But who knows?

"Are you fine never coming home?"

"I don't want to go back there."

"You have to understand that there's no turning back when you come with me."

He nodded. He didn't want to get back to his retched house. He was tired of everything and everyone there.