I was scared. Actually, scared is an understatement. I was fucking terrified. But not just for myself. Oh God no. That might be what my mom called selfish. I mean how dare I be scared out of my skin for just myself! I groaned internally at the mere thought of her. I hated my mother. However, my opinion of her isn't shared by many. Mainly due to the fact that was a vastly known protector within the Vampire community but the infamous Rose Kozlovsky had a dirty little secret and that secret was me her daughter. Well I was known as her daughter however my father isn't known to anyone. Not even me! To be honest I'm starting to wonder if she even remembers who he is. All i know is that hes got something to do with Russia. I mean with a surname like that how can he not?! It should technically make him easier to track down but nope. I met him once. When I was younger. Age 6. All I remember was him yelling at my mom and my mom crying. Then he turned to me and said something in Russian.He tried to hit my when I didn't respond to him. I didn't understand what was happening. Luckily, I managed to dodge his efforts and punched him in the lower abdomen. He Pushed me off my feet and held me against a wall by my neck. I was struggling to breath. Just as I was starting to pass out he yelled loudly in my ear that "If I ever hit him or my mother again I would be lucky to be alive." I still remember his thick Russian accent vividly. he loosened his grip from my neck and left me slumped against a wall. Lonely. The type of lonely I've come far too used to. that memory still haunts me today. 10 years later. Sadly I'm sure this one will stick with me longer.
