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Chapter 61

I was trying
to
fight him off. I was kicking and screaming but his grip on my throat became
tighter and tighter the more I fought. It was like he gained strength from my
fighting. I managed to kick him several times and hit him right in his wound,
but somehow he still managed to keep up trying to kill me. Now he was seriously
hurting my throat and I gasped for air. The feeling of suffocation was
overwhelming and horrible. I started to see black spots and I had a tickling
sensation in my arms and legs. I knew it was due to lack of oxygen in my body.
I was scared and thinking only about Julie and getting back to her. No way she
was going to grow up without a mother.

"Aaaargh," I sputtered and planted
another kick directly in the wound. This time Allan Witt didn't sustain the
blow. It hurt too bad for that. With a strange sound he bent over in anguish
and fell to his knees. As he did he let go of my throat and I fell to the
ground. I was coughing and sputtering, trying to get to my feet, crawling to
get away from him and catching my breath when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me
towards him. I put my nails in the carpet and tried to stop him from pulling
me. I screamed and kicked my feet. He pulled me closer and closer while holding
the knife in the air, ready to sink it into my flesh the first chance he got.
In the distance I suddenly heard yelling. The music had stopped and the talking
vanished. Suddenly someone screamed. There were sounds in the hallway, steps,
someone running, doors opening. Then more voices and someone calling my name.

"Rebekka?"

"Yes!" I yelled and felt Allan Witt
pull strongly. He grabbed my head and silenced me by putting his bloody hand
over my mouth. I tried to scream, but it only became muffled sounds. I watched
as Allan lifted the knife again ready to place it in my back.

The door to the room opened with a huge crash and
someone entered. There was turmoil, I saw mostly feet and legs from where I
was. Yelling, screaming, more turmoil and then Allan’s grip on my feet
loosened. Quickly I turned and stood up only to look into the face of someone I
knew very well.

"Peter!" I screamed and threw myself
in his arms. On the floor lay Allan Witt with his eyes staring empty into the
air, his throat slit with the knife. "You got my email!"

I looked at his face and hugged him tightly
never wanting to let him go again. "Yes," he said. "Yes I
received your email and rushed to get here. Boy, have I been nervous. What the
hell has been going on here?"

I sighed and held him closer, then I let go. I
cried and cried, tried to talk but made no sense. Peter held me in his arms as
he helped me down the stairs.

"Shh, shh," he said. "You can
tell me it all later." I stopped and looked at him. "And the girls?
They were in the basement."

"It's all been taken care of," Peter
said. "They're safe. The police are here."

Finding it suddenly very hard to breathe, I
stopped on the middle of the stairs. Everything was spinning. The room, the
stairs, Peter, the people watching me as I walked down. I knew I couldn't stay
conscious much longer and a few seconds later it all went black.

Epilogue

They both survived.
Princess Amalie and her friend Camilla were in bad
condition when they arrived at the hospital, but they were alive and a few
weeks later they were back home with their families. I had given the police my
statement, but didn't contact them and they never contacted me. I was happy to
read about their recovery in the papers and magazines. Shortly after coming
home, Princess Amalie held a press conference telling the entire world that she
was gay and she had found the love of her life and the world would have to deal
with it any way they wanted. She was free and happy.

"One hell of a strong girl," I stated
and put the paper down.

Dad looked back at me with a smile. "So are
you," he said.

"Well I owe it mostly to Peter that we got
out of there alive. He was there at the right time."

Julie looked at me while eating her pancake.
"My dad is a hero," she said.

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "He
sure is."

I heard steps on the stairs and turned my head
to watch Peter come walking towards me with a smile. Then he leaned over and
kissed me. Julie sighed. "Could you two please take it somewhere else?
Someone's eating here."

Peter and I both laughed knowing that she didn't
mean it. She really enjoyed us being together again and having her dad close
all the time. I knew how important it was to her, that was why I wanted to give
Peter a second chance.

Sune hadn't taken it well, though once I told
him. Only a couple of days after I was discharged from the hospital I drove to
his apartment and knocked on the door. He had of course heard all about what
had happened to me and told me he was so sad and had been so scared once he
heard it.

"So why didn't you come and see me in the
hospital?" I asked.

"Well I did. But I saw your ex outside
sitting holding hands with Julie. I believed it was more of a family moment for
all of you. To be honest I think I was afraid you would blame me for not being
the one to come to your rescue. I felt defeated."

"Well then you can probably understand why
I'm telling you that I'm going back to be with Peter."

I saw the sadness in Sune's eyes and felt a
pinch in my stomach. I really loved this guy, I did. We were just too
different.

"I had a feeling this was going to
happen," he said with a thick voice. A tear slipped from the corner of his
eye and he hurried to wipe it away.

"I really love you. I do," I said and
grabbed his hand. "It's just that I also still love Peter and I feel like
I owe it to Julie to try and make it work with her dad."

Sune nodded heavily. "I know. I would die
to give Tobias a real family as well. I would give up anything to have his
mother with him again and give him what he has always longed for. It's just
..." He kicked the coffee-table next to him. "It's just so
unfair."

"I know. But maybe it's the best for all of
us. Now you can go out and find someone your own age. Maybe she can give you
that second child you're dreaming of."

"But I don't want anyone else, Rebekka. I
love you. You know that."

"That's just the way you feel right now.
You'll feel different soon." I sighed. "It sucks having to break up
with you, but I have to give this another try. I realized lately that my
feelings for him never really died, they just kind of froze for a while. He
reminded me of what we had together when he was himself again. Suddenly I remembered
who I had fallen in love with."

Sune's eyes flamed up. "You slept with him,
didn't you? You slept with him even though we were still together."

"Well ... yes. Okay. You and I were
fighting and he was there, reminding me of everything, all what we had." I
reached out my hand and stroked his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Sune. I never
meant to hurt you."

He pushed my hand away and snorted. "Well
it's a little too late for that now, don't you think?"

"I think that you're angry now and I'm
going to leave. We'll talk some other time when you're calmed down."

I got up and walked to the door. Once in the
hallway I heard Sune throw a plate at the wall and it shattering all over the
floor. I exhaled deeply, feeling all kinds of guilt and condemnation. This was
not at all how I had wanted things to be between me and Sune. But that was how
it turned out and even if I wasn't proud of it, I had to realize I wouldn't be
able to change it either.

Now I was with Peter again and he was sitting in my
dad's kitchen with all of us, eating breakfast, chatting and laughing. If there
was one thing I learned from this experience it was to take one day at a time.
Right now it was a Sunday morning and I was with the people I loved. This was
how things were and how I wanted it to be.

TO BE CONTINUED

Want to know
how it all ends? Get the last and final installment here:

http://www.amazon.com/Nine, Ten ...

Dear reader,

Thank you
for purchasing
"Seven, Eight ... Gonna
stay up late
". Do not fear. This is not the end of Rebekka
Franck's story. This is just part one. In part two you will get all the answers
to why Thomas De Quincey wanted Rebekka to be killed and why he stole the
remains of King Erik Klipping who was killed in Finderup Lade in 1286 (that is
actually a real story). So fret not, it will all be explained in the next
installment.,
Nine, Ten ... Never sleep
again.
It
has just
been released.

If you're into mysteries then don't forget to
try out my new mystery-series. The first two books
Itsy
Bitsy Spider
(Emma Frost#1) and
Miss
Polly had a dolly
(Emma Frost#2) have just been released.

If you liked the settings and the creepy parts
in the Rebekka Franck-series, then you might as well enjoy the series of scary
short-stories that I just released
.
Horror
Stories from Denmark
.
They all take place in Rebekka Franck's
hometown and are related to this series. You can get them and my other books
and series below.

You can also read an excerpt from my newly
released Horror Short Story:

Rock-a-bye
Baby
.

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Willow Rose

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