Damien's story has been swarming my mind with questions. Am I in danger? I trust that Damien is telling the truth about what happened, but I'm worried about my safety. Our safety.
I step out of the shower to dry myself with a towel, throwing on a T shirt and some sweats once I am dry. I am upstairs organizing the nursery when I hear Dexter and Deb start barking downstairs.
As I walk down the stairs, the hair on the back of my neck stands up, my body immediately on high alert. This isn't their normal type of barking. It might be the knowledge of what happened at Damien's house at the of my mind, but my nerves are on edge. I reach the bottom of the stairs and am relieved to find nothing out of place when I look around. I call the dogs and walk to the back door, letting them outside. I quickly close the back door to avoid letting the cold air into the house.
I am at the back door waiting for the dogs when I feel a large body press up against me, a large hand covering my mouth, preventing me from screaming. My body immediately tightens as I feel something sharp and cold at my neck.
"Where is he?" I hear the intruder say with a thick, heavy accent. My eyes are wide with fear, tears streaming down my face. I can feel the knife press deeper into my neck. I feel my skin burning and feel a warm liquid trickling down my neck.
The man removes the hand from my mouth. A sob immediately leaves my mouth as the air rushes into my lungs. "Please! Please don't hurt me. I'm begging you." My eyes blur as I plead with the intruder, my cries distorting my words.
"Tell me where Petrov is and you might live." I hear the man shout at me, his grip tightening at my hands behind my back.
"I don't know! I swear, I don't know! He left. I don't know where he went!" I again plead with the man. I feel the knife at my neck move slightly, causing the burning to worsen. I can feel the blade scrape across the skin on my neck with just enough pressure to draw blood, but not enough to cause me to bleed out.
He pushes me to the floor, knocking over a chair on my way to the floor. My forearm catches something sharp on the way down, slicing my skin open. I land hard on my knees, some blood from my neck dripping onto the tile underneath me. The man uses his foot to push me over, causing me to land on my backside. My arms immediately move to abdomen, desperate to protect it. My movements do not escape the intruders notice.
"Looks like Petrov knocked up his whore." He knees before me, roughly grasping my hair and harshly pulling my hair back. I cry at the pain radiating from my scalp. "Now tell me. Where the fuck is he?!" The man shouts at me.
"I don't know! I swear I don't know!" Sobs leave my body as it begins to shake. My shirt is damp with tears and blood. "I swear to you, I don't know where he is." I plead with the man, desperate for him to believe me.
I don't even see the hit coming, I just feel the pain. My head snaps to the side at the contact, his fist coming across the side of my face. I can feel blood now start to drip from my nose, searing pain occurring all over my face.
"Call him. Maybe once he learns what I have, it will teach him not to fuck with me."
"I-I don't have my phone!" I stutter, terrified of this man, praying he doesn't hit me again.
"Where is it?" He yells at me, pointing the knife at me.
My mind quickly tries to recall where I left it. I am unable to answer before a loud noise comes from the glass door beside us. Both dogs are at the glass door, jumping and barking as they take in the intruder.
I use this distraction to my advantage, kicking him in his knee cap which causes his leg to buckle. He crashes to the floor beside, his hands grasping at his knee. I jump up and run to the counter, grabbing a sharp knife from the set on the counter. Once I have the knife firmly in my hand, I turn and run into the living room, desperate to get away. I am not strong enough to fight him, but I need to try to defend myself. A small trail of blood follows me as I run.
I make it to the living room but don't make it any farther. I feel a force at my back and am pushed into an end table. I knock over a glass vase in the process, the glass shattering all over. I can feel the glass shards imbed into my skin as I land on it. My head hits the metal frame of the table, causing me to become disoriented and my vision to blur.
I am unable to get myself together before I feel hands at my neck, squeezing and cutting off my air supply. My vision starts to darken, but I am able to make out the silhouette of the man. I use all my strength and bring my arm up, driving the knife into the man. He lets out a garbled scream and immediately lets go of me, his hands going to the knife sticking out of him.
The air burns as it enters my lungs, treasuring each second I am able to breathe. I use this opportunity to look at the man. Now that I am able to see better, I see that I stabbed him in the neck, no doubt causing a lethal wound. I watch wide eyed, mesmerized but unable to look away. Blood is pouring from the stab wound, no doubt draining this man. He uses the last of his strength to try and pull out the knife. I can see how weak he is from the blood loss as he is unable to remove the knife, only pulling the knife out a few centimeters. But those few centimeters is enough. I watch in horror and the blood flow from the wound increases, pouring down his neck and into the floor. It's not long before I see the light leave his eyes, his body collapsing on the floor. I have no doubt this man is now dead; bled to death from the wound.
Sobs tear through my body as I realize it's over. I quickly become aware of the pain coming from multiple different areas of my body. I use my arms and guard my abdomen, praying that she is okay. I barely manage to sit myself up, removing my body from the area of broken glass. I don't know how long I sit here, crying and trying to hold myself together.
I hear the door open and immediately tense, terrified at who just entered my house.
"Baby, I'm back!" My body relaxes in relief at the sound of Damien's voice, but I am still unable to move. I was terrified it would be someone else breaking in. Tears are still streaming down my face, soaking into my blood stained T shirt.
I can hear his foot steps become closer as he continues to call my name. I have no doubt he is taking in the scene before him, seeing the blood smeared in the kitchen.
"Hadley! Krastoka!" I hear the panic in Damien's voice and I hear his footsteps race through the house. It's not long before he enters the living room, his eyes following the blood trail. I am still unable to speak, but I watch as he takes in the scene before him, his eyes traveling over the body of the man. As soon as he sees me, he runs over. I can hear the crunch of the glass as he steps over the broken shards.
He bends down and pulls me into his chest momentarily before picking my up. I close my eyes and turn my head into his chest, feeling him carry me through the house.
I don't remember much after this, just bits and pieces. I remember being placed into the car, my back screaming in pain as the seat brushes against the imbedded shards of glass in my skin. I remember getting to the hospital, but that's it. That's all I can remember.
