I was frozen in fear. Part of me wanted to turn and look, but another part told me to run. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned. Behind me stood what I thought to be a regular guy. He was wearing worn blue jeans and a grey tshirt. I felt like a million pounds had been lifted from my shoulders. That's when I noticed one of his hands behind his back. I didn't know for sure that he was holding anything, but there was a possibility.
I slowly backed away from him, but he grabbed my hand. His cold, rough, hands wrapped around my wrist. I tried shaking loose, buy his grip was as strong as steel. He pulled me close to him, my back on his stomach, and put his knife to my throat. I wanted to scream, but I knew that if I did, he would press on his knife and take my life. I tried to blink back my tears but I couldn't help it. A teardrop slid down my face and landed on his knife with a soft 'plunk' noise. I could feel his grip loosen and he let go
of me. I could have run, but that would be instant death. I turned to face him.
"Who are you!" I said, wiping away my tears. I stared straight into his dark brown eyes.
"My name is Theo Grey, and I'm your father."
