8 VII (1/2)

I silently trailed after the male in front of me, scared for what these people who I was going to meet would do to me. I had only read stories about what kidnappers do to the people they take, yet nothing I read could prepare me for the fear that struck me. The boy looked back at me and stopped at the top of the stairs, waiting for me.

”Week,” he said and turned his back to me.

”Weak? Who are you calling weak?” I asked, offended at his tone.

”No, Rosie girl. My name is Week. You still don't know my name, so I'll be the first to introduce myself with my name,” he said as he began walking through the house, pausing every little bit to make sure I was still following.

I knew if I made any attempt for the door, I would get lost in this maze of a place he lead me through. Week began to hum to himself as he lead me through a long narrow hallway I go the heart of the house.

Inside the room there was three people staring back at me. Each looked so vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't place them. One girl was sitting on the desk, while another was leaning the right of the desk. The other male was sitting at the desk chair behind the desk. All three of them looked at me in recognition then the girl on the desk threw herself at me.

”Rose! I've missed you! Look how you've grown! Oh my god, and I've missed it all!” She ranted on, then held my cheeks between her hands and examined my face. She had silver hair like mine that was cropped to her shoulders. She and I looked similar, but the difference was her glowing yellow eyes that seemed to look through me.

”Enough, Lavender. Let the girl breathe,” the man behind the desk said. He looked to be an older man with no hair on his head. His eyes searched through mine and held little sincerity in their depths.

Then there was the girl beside the desk who seemed to be loathing my very presence in front of her. She reminded me of Week with her long black hair and red glowing eyes, yet she was a lot shorter. Her facial features were eerily similar to him as she stared at me.

”Oh goodness me, I'm so sorry, Rose!” the girl said, quickly jumping off me. I looked at her in confusion, trying to place who she was and why she seemed so familiar.

She looked down at the ground, her silver hair blocking her eyes from me as she spoke, ”You really don't remember much, huh?”

”Of course she wouldn't remember, Lavender, the girl was only a week old when she vanished,” the other girl spoke. Her voice was melodic and I felt almost in a trance listening to it. That voice was familiar.

”You guys should probably introduce yourselves before I take her outside to train,” Week said, staring at the wall behind the other man instead of at any of them.

”Hello, little Rose, I'm Marissa, I'm Week's mother and your mother's best friend,” the black haired woman said, watching my face as if searching for something in me.

”I'm Orion, and I'm the head of this household. I would introduce you to my daughter, but she is no longer with us,” he said, a sadness sparking in his eyes at the mention of his daughter.

”Goodness, I forgot all about that! My name is Lavender, and I'm your sister, Rose. I was only five when you were taken away,” the girl with silver hair said, reaching for my hand and holding it between hers. She was slightly taller than I was, but not much.

My body froze and I stared at the woman in front of me. My sister, I had a sister. My world started to get blurry at that.

”Wait, I was told my mother abandoned me at my birth, what do you mean I was taken?” I asked, looking up at Lavender for an answer, and receiving sorrow behind her dark gaze.

”Rose, your mother died in childbirth. She saw you in the last seconds of her life,” Orion said, almost in a whisper, but loud enough I could hear it.

My whole world began to crash around me. Angelina lied. She lied to me and to Levi about where I came from and where she got me. She took me. Why would someone do that?

”Rose, love, I need you to look at me and breathe,” a voice came through my panic. Week.

”Rose, you're having a panic attack, you need to breathe,” he called through my darkness, but I couldn't reach him. I couldn't talk or move.