Adele shuffled back into a corner of the couch, squeezed her eyes shut, and lifted her knees up to her chest, trying to make herself small. Maybe whoever was approaching wouldn't notice her if she was little enough. Her heart was hammering again, and she tried to think about what Mr Rochester would tell her to do in this situation.
Run? Hide? Hide then run when she had the opportunity? Run to find somewhere to hide? Something like that. She dared to open one eye to peek over her knees just as the person appeared, a grown man with a weapon. She would have screamed again, but this time she was so afraid that no actual sound came out. Her eyes grew wide, and her whole body tensed up freezing her to the spot in fear.