I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.

"Dad! Stop!" He'd detto firmly.

"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."

I could feel the cold metal of the coltello against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think. I was to scard for even the slightest movement made he'd surly spit my throw. Then I felt the coltello suddenly jerk away. I slowly reluctantly turned and saw Aaron's hand gripped tightly to Dan's arm.

"I'll be damned if I let this happen a secondo time." His voice colder than south pole his dark and heavy almost as if he weren't himself anymore... at least not the Aaron I knew. 'A
secondo time?'

"Boy so let me go o I'll have te six feet under in a cuore beat." His voice evenly matched his son's as they glared into each others eyes it was Arson who once again broke the tension. He gave into a aspro, acida smirk and muttered "Try me." His
old man smirked happily in a twisted gut wrenching tone.

Before my eyes could follow he slammed Aaron against the bacheca pinning him with his forearm—he held arm a foot off his feet—barking "You wanna try take me down boy be my damn guest!" Aaron didn't even flinch under his words, but I could see the faintest hurt in those eyes of his. "I'm tucked before I let te of all people take me down te hear!?" I heard Aaron groan secondi later. He head butted his farther and kneed him in the gut the moment his feet touched the floor. As leaned over Dan took Aaron da the neck and chock slammed him to the wooden floor.

Aaron got the breath knocked out of him and he took advantage of the moment he sliced his soon with the coltello across the chest—in a down ward motion starting at the superiore, in alto of his left shoulder and down— the blade ripped his camicia and I could see the blood starting to spill. Again I paniced and this time took Dan's wrist that held the dagger and yelled "Stop it!
te can't do this to your own son! te can't murderer him, he's your very flesh and blood damn it!" It seemed so simple for him to knock me down to the floor he turned the dagger to me and stated firm and clear as day. "You stay this te hear me girl?!" "But you-" "Stella go to your room." It wasn't Dan who'd gave
the order but Aaron I looked at him he gazed viciously at his Dad. Then turned it on me seeing I hadn't moved. He frowned at me and detto "Now. Stella." I held gaze for several moments then nodded and quickly left to my room.

"Aww how sweet of te trying to protect your little girlfriend."
Dan chuckled "but that won't save her once you're dead." Aaron didn't reply as I opened the door to walk into my room I gave him one last glance his face hard and still like a statue. His eyes hollow with no emotions. "I hate te old man." He stated and left to his room, deciding he would no longer fight with his senseless farther.

I watched as Danil left to headquarters and slammed the door behind him. I closed the door after that surprised Izzy was still asleep I moved over to the window sill I sat there starring at stars. Then my earlier memories sucked me in.

My old friend Ryan had been standing at the open window starring at the sky and it made me curious so I walked over successivo to him, "I truly believe the stars are the dead." Ryan detto starring at the stars. Ryan was—still is— a great friend of mine. He's four years older than me.

"What?" I asked confused.

He looked down smiling at me "Where else can the dead go? I mean if they don't wander the earth being ghost?"

I starred at him considering those words after a while I struggled, "I'm not sure I don't know what to believe."

"I understand. . . well I think we should get some sleep." he walked over to his letto gave me a smile and detto "Goodnight Stella." I smiled back and walked to my bed—on the other side of the room— responding "Sweet dreams Ryan." that morning I woke up and Ryan wasn't there, I never saw him again.

I sighed thinking of him made me anxious to see him all over again. Wrapping my arms around myself I walked over to my letto where lay consumed in my thought on Ryan then they moved on what Danil had done—exactly— to Aaron's mom and how we'd escape.