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My legs bounced from anxiety and fear while my eyes pricked with tears. I looked wide-eyed at polaroids on the table feeling lump forming in my throat.
The polaroids of Dante and me from last night.
There were several pictures of us in his car. Kissing. Touching. Holding each other.
From all pictures, one attracted my attention the most. It was a picture of a knife with us in the background. But not any knife. It was the same knife he used on me. The same knife with which he carved his name in my thigh.
'He is here. He found me.' Those were my first thoughts, my hands started to shake from the raw panic that started to grip my body making the picture drop on the floor.
"No, no, no.." I mumbled to myself lowering my head to the ground. 'Oh no, how could this happened. Everything was fine till now. I hid my tracks when I ran away. I didn't attract any unwanted attention to myself. How did he found me.'
I was pulling on my hair while lowering myself on the floor. My legs were feeling weak and shaky that I couldn't keep my weight on them.
Sitting down I leaned my head on the chair feeling cold leather on my skin.
The pictures of his torture started to flash in front of my eyes making me close them tightly while rocking myself. I sunk my teeth in my lower lip trying to distract the horror that was happening behind my closed lids - but that went in vain.
'Did he do something to Dante?' As soon as the thought entered my mind I snapped my eyes open looking for my bag.
'I need to call him. Or someone. Anything. I need to know is he okay.'
Grabbing a phone from the table a realization that I don't have his number kicked in making me let out an aggravated sob. Quickly slapping a hand over my mouth I tried to silence the sounds that were threatening to escape.
"What I'm gonna do?" I mumbled to myself jumping on my feet and starting to walk around the room.
'What if he already found him? What if already did something to him? Oh, dios mío. No, please. I can't let anything happen to him now. Not when I protected him all this time. I can't let him get hurt now when I did everything in my power to protect him through all these years from the devil himself.' ('.... oh, my God...')
