The phone fell out of my hands and dropped to the floor.
Someone burst into the room, but my mind was elsewhere.
He ripped my clothes apart.
"What are we doing boss?" one of them asked.
Israel only stared at me.
"Let her freeze to death," he answered. They all left, walked away from the forest.
He came back though.
He traced my jaw.
"Such a waste," he whispered. He tightened up the rope around me, that connected me to the tree.
"No one's going to find you here," he whispered in my ear, making me shudder.
But someone did, they found me half naked, dying.
He picked me up and I tried not to flinch as we made contact.
"Thank you," I whispered to the man that carried me. He carried me to a car, laid me down with care.
"No problem Little Dhampir."
He shook me.
"Roza, snap out of it," my eyes followed his voice and found his brown eyes.
I didn't say anything, just turned around in my chair and wheeled off.
"Roza!" he called out after me. I kept going though, faster and faster till I reached the living room where everybody was at.
I was out of breath. I felt like I was being suffocated.
I felt like there was no air, I felt the walls enclose me.
"What is it?" Alberta asked.
I was running out of air.
I was having a panic attack, and a fear attack.
What would he do when he found me?
Because he was going to find me.
What did he want now?
Did he think that I kept the baby?
Was that what he wanted, a protegee?
And what better then his own son...but.
It was dead.
I shivered at the thought of what he would do to me once he finds me.
"Rose, what is it?" my mother asked.
I looked up to meet her eyes, and hers grew bigger.
Did she see the fear in my eyes?
I was shaking with it, my veins vibrated with the fear of Israel.
My hands shook, and I put them together, trying to stop them.
"H-He's back," I whispered.
The realization of it, the words actually spoken out loud, made it all worst.
"Who?" Lissa asked.
I shut my eyes.
"No," I whispered.
"Who?" Dimitri asked.
"Israel," I said back.
Alberta and my mom gasped, knowing what I was talking about.
"What?" they asked.
I shook my head over and over again, willing his voice away, willing his face away, willing him away, willing the truth away; willing everything away.