"Wake up Sweetheart!" I hear a male voice scream. Feeling chains on my limbs.

"Huh?" I turn and try to find the voice. I look up and a tall man stands above me. He looks like me, we have the same eye color, chocolate brown. 

"Happy Birthday Rosie!" My Mom and Grandma sit in the corner tied to chairs. The man glares, he walks over to my Mom and Grandma. "These two know who I am, do you?" He walks over and kneels in front of me. "Well do ya?" 

"N-n-no, who are you?" He looks sad, then angry, he walks quickly over to my Mom. 

"You didn't even bother telling the girl about her Father?!?"He screams, picking a bloodied knife up off the floor. He turns to me, and points to himself. "I am the Big Bad Wolf," he puts a knife up to Moms neck. "and your Father" 

"M-mom told me you died" I say, before realizing that's going to make him want to hurt her more.

"Oh really... well she was almost right... they put me in prison for the rest of my life... but I escaped" He says smirking, "I remember reading you fairy tale's before you fell asleep... Don't you...." He looks sad.

"A little...." He hold the knife tighter against Mom's neck, a bit of blood runs down.

"Liar!" He screams, a tears streaming down Mom and His cheeks. Grandma is wide eyed, I can't even react....           

"Dad please stop this and let us go!" I scream, feeling the wetness go down my face.

"Not until I find out who the traitor is! Who told the cops about me!" I cry hard, I onto my lap. I scream. Loud. Dad rushes over to me and puts the knife up to my neck. "No screaming!" he yells into my ear. He walks over to Grandma and takes the piece of cloth wrapped around her mouth off. The knife makes contact with her skin. "Well was it you?"

"Y-yes... I told the police that you were a murderer... I had to... I needed to protect them." She cry's out. The knife slices her neck, blood pouring out, she falls over into her lap. Me and Mom cry even harder.

"A-are... you going to... l-let us... go?" I stutter out. Dad turns to me and smirks.

"Can't have any witnesses can we?" He says, the words pierces my heart like a knife.