Blonde

Cecilia is a bleached blonde. Henry is a natural blonde.
With the right people Cecilia thrives and her smile lights up the room. But why is she repressed all the time? What happens when a girl doesn't have any freedom from an early age? Is it possible that she won't understand the concept of freedom? That maybe, she will mistake what is freedom with a bit of manipulation.
Henry never really had any real family, he was raised to be alone and to rely on no one, but himself. For Henry, he didn't believe that the "right people" for him existed, until he saw her.

In front of the stairs was a door. A door to the outside world by the looks of it. Henry led me right in front of this door and looked at me knowingly.
"Go on, no one is restricting you from going outside right now. Go on, let's see how easy you find your way to the outside world and your friends. No one is keeping you here, Cecilia, so go on, be independent," he said calmly.
I am not dumb. I know that I am in the middle of a forest, not only that, but everything is covered in snow. However, I cannot believe everything he says and right now I don't want to believe that no form of a human being lives in a 10-kilometer radius here. And yes, I will risk freezing to death, but I think this fate is better than staying with this monster voluntarily.
Henry sees my determination, smiles, and takes a pair of sneakers.
"Oh and for you not to die on the spot, here, take some shoes. A coat would be too generous of me, don't you think?" He spoke, feeling no remorse for me.
I put on the shoes, which were at least seven sizes for me too big and just when I was about to leave, he looked at me and said,
"Let's see how long you really want to be in the real world, sweetheart."