It was raining now hard. The rumble of thunder was shaking windows in the house. I was laying on the sofa looking out into woods where the red eyes once were. My stomach turned.

How could Aurora live up here knowing wild animals just wandered around in her front lawn? Didn't she worry about Jozy?

"Oh my gosh, are you seriously still looking for that animal? I told you it's probably just those raccoons." Aurora said rolling her eyes.

She handed me a cup of coffee. The warm mug helped warm up my icy hands. A piece of my curly hair fell on to my face. Brushing it behind my ear I took a sip of the coffee.

"Aurora those were not raccoons. Those eyes looked bigger than a raccoon's." I persisted.

"Trust me even if it were something other than a small fuzzball we are safe in here. Most of the animals around here are scared of us anyways. If they even see us they'll run in the opposite direction." She sat down next to me on the sofa. It was dark out we could barely see outside.

A streak of lightning would go by illuminating the world for a split second then everything would fade back to black.

We were both looking out the window now. I wanted to say something but we hadn't really spoken to one another in a while until today. We had a little falling out after mom past.

"So how's Jozy been?" I asked hoping I didn't show how awkward I felt.

"She's been doing good she starts kindergarten next year. I'm trying to get Jacob to let me home school her but he wants her to have normal schooling and make friends in school." Aurora looked annoyed as she spoke.

"Why do you want to home school her?"

"Because I remember how my school years went. I was bullied, embarrassed and the teachers thought I was stupid so than I thought I was stupid. I don't want my little baby to go through that stuff." Aurora frowned as she stirred her coffee.

I could see her distaste of the public school idea that Jacob wanted for their daughter, but yet Aurora was the overprotective mother.

"Aurora times have changed and now those students that use to make fun of you in school and got away with it wouldn't be able to now in days. Times have changed and bullies are punished more ." I tried to tell her.

I thought back to high school when mama had passed away and we were left behind. Dad was gone too. He wasn't much help as a hungover alcoholic. He used to beat us when we were younger.

If it wasn't for Aurora we probably would have been worse off if she hadn't told the school counselors about him. They placed us in a temporary foster home until Aurora was 18 and she made herself my guardian.

She gave up her dream of becoming a teacher and going to college to take care of me. She got a full-time job and got a little apartment just to keep me close.

You could say we are really close.

"It's just a fear you know?" Aurora said bring me out of my thoughts.

I nodded my head. I finished drinking my coffee handing it back to my sister.

She walked to the kitchen to clean out the mugs. I looked out at the window again the flashes of light making my flinch.

Those eyes looked too menacing to be raccoons.

I laid down pulling the comforter, Aurora gave to me, over my head. I couldn't stop thinking about of what happened today. No matter what I tried to occupy my mind with my it kept circling back to the tall man with black hair. I remembered his name was Caleb but everything else was mysterious.

His crystal blue eyes kept me wondering. Who really was this man. No matter how much I kept thinking of all that had happened today I kept finding myself back at the exact moment I first saw him. Why couldn't I keep my mind of this man.

From the looks of what had happened today, it seemed to me like he was some kind of mofia man with his black suit and slick black hair not to mention that he was so cool and collected when he first saw all those men with guns. Who else would be that calm other than a gang member or something.

I groaned as I grew annoyed at not being able to think of anything else.

Aurora had left upstairs to put Jozy to sleep and go to sleep herself. I was alone now.

I peeked outside again. The, once glowing pair of, red eyes were not there anymore. I felt relief finally. I knew still those were not some small creature lurking in the woods it was something different. It felt meaner.

I turned the TV on to drown out the thunder and rain. Late night zit coms played and I slowly found myself relaxing into sleep.

My sleep was short lived however as I woke up to my phone buzzing. I pushed the button sending it to voicemail. I turned over and pulled the blanket tighter to my body.

The phone buzzed again. This time I let it ring as it finally stopped sending whoever called to my voicemail. There was about a minute of silence and I was half way a sleep this time my phone rang again. I groaned rolling over and picking it up my brown curly hair fell infront of my eyes as I read the caller ID.

Taylor.

I pressed to answer the call.

"Where the hell are you?!" She screamed. I winced and moved the phone from my ear as I tried to get use to the noise.

"I'm at my sister's place. Why?" I replied. I laid back down on the sofa.

"I went to your apartment and your door was cracked open. Sorry, but I went in and all I found was a mess in your kitchen and Baset was hidding in a pile of your dirty clothes. What happened? Why aren't you home?" Taylor paused for a moment. "And better question why is old miss dementia pants talking to her wall slash husband about a mad man trying to hurt a girl?" The toned Taylor spoke with was all too familiar. She knew what had happened. She would be the one person that knew the best.

She knew who the mad man was and who the girl was in this story. She knew who the mess was from. It was all too familiar to her. Taylor knew how I would call her up almost every night balling my eyes out because of Roy's behavior and how I feared for my life everyday. She knew about the bruised wrists and the sometimes cracked rips.

"Please do not tell me that dick head was here today.... on your birthday." She sounded furious.

I squeezed my eyes shut knowing I couldn't lie to her she already knew the answer. She just wanted me to confirm it so she could do something about it.

"If I answer you have to promise me not to do anything stupid." I begged. I didn't want more drama to deal with or Taylor to end up hurt or worse dead for confronting Roy.

"That is for my to decided not you. I'm tired of this man hurting you for no damn reason. It's his turn to hurt."

"No Taylor relax! I don't want to make this bigger than it has to be. Please." I whispered.

"No Eve! No I'm feed up this was your freak'n birthday and this asshole ruined it and hurt you. What did he even want?" She yelled. I could hear her fizing stuff in the back ground.

"He wanted to get back together and find a way to make it work." I cringed as I said the words.

I knew that if I decieded to get back together with him that he would most definitly kill me eventually.

"Are you kidding me? Is he stupid? Does this piece of shit have a brain... oh wait of course not! I'm sorry Eve but if I ever see this man he's going to have one less thing between his legs. I give you my word."

I laughed as I listened to her laugh. I was upset about what had happened but listening to Taylor rant about it made me feel safe and a little lighter at heart about the situation. I felt it best to keep out the part of me running from my apartment and almost getting killed at a strip club. I didn't need this phone call to be any longer than it already was.

The phone call went longer than I had wanted but Taylor was nice enough to clean up my place for me and stay there that night to keep Baset company.

Once I hung up the phone I looked outside again. I couldn't help but go back to those red eyes. They made me uneasy.

My heart dropped as I noticed the glowing eyes again. This time they were closer but not only that but there was more than just one pair now. My stomach started to turn as I noticed that they were also coming towards me.

I lept from the sofa wrapping the blanket around myself as I saw the group of whatever it was coming closer. They were running towards the window. When lightening a up the sky again was I finally saw what it was.

They were massive wolves, a whole pack of them. They rushing right towards me. I swallowed a lump as the first one crashed right into the living room window landing right infront of me.

It growled as I looked up at the top of the stairs wondering if I could make it up the flight of stairs in time before I would get attacked. The the other three wolves lept into the living room as well. Two of them walked off seeming to search for something in the house. Maybe these wolves were lost and confused, but then again why did he jump through a window. Where they cold?

I heard someone moving upstairs. I knew it had to by Aurora or Jozy.

The Largest of the wolves growled as it approached me. Its ears were pulled back and its hair stood straight up. It was either scared or trying to make itself intimidating.

The wolf started up the stairs. I couldn't just let this animal roam around the house and I can't just let them hurt my family.

I looked frantically for something to defend myself there was only a broom leaning up against the hallway closet. I dropped the blanket grabbing the broom swiftly. I swung the broom cracking the wolf on the side of the head. It howled and growled but once I hit the first on another on lunged at me but it didn't bite. Confused I cracked that one too in the head. It squealed back up a little from me.

I kept back up until my back touched the back patio door. The cold glass touched my skin leaving me with chills.

Just as I heard Aurora shouting from the top of the steps the glass behind me cracked and arms enclosed around my neck. Frantically I tried to pull away as the wolves inside barked and moved around. Spit flew from their mouths.

I heard Aurora scream from the top of the stairs. The largest of the four started up the stairs. I heard heavy footsteps running upstairs and a door slam shut. I choked from the choke hold I was in I tried to dig my nails into their arms. I was desperate for air. The more I fought the more I started to fade away.

I started to cry. I was scared, I was scared out of my mind. I didn't know what was going on and I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I thought I was dying. Maybe I was.

Maybe I really was about to be killed.