The characters used in this story don't belong to me:( [though I wouldn't mind stealing Dimitri and Adrian ;P] They belong to the amazing mind of Richelle Mead :)

*You forgot another lesson: never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we'll have to go over the lesson again the next time I see you which will be soon.

Love, D*

So here I was telling my mother everything in the gym. She sat right in front of me in a chair. I told her why Lissa and I had run away two years ago to why I had just ran away about two months ago. It had now been a week since I had returned to the academy. At first I didn't want to tell anyone about what had happened these past few weeks even this past year but soon my better judgment got to me and I told Lissa. She had already known why I had run away but I had to go and tell her about my newly found father, Dimitri living and show her the letter he had sent. She completely freaked at first then she urged me to tell someone so finally I gave in and now here I sat telling my mother everything. I had no choice but to tell her all of it without one part it wouldn't make sense. So I told her about the lust charm Victor put on me and about what happened in the cabin and most recently what happened while I was held hostage. I only barely noticed the river of tears flowing down my bright red cheeks that were filled with warmth from the fact of having to tell my mother my love life that revolved around my seven year older ex-mentor.

While I was telling my story I thought that at any moment she would explode full of rage red-in-the-face and tell me how I had messed up, what a screw up I was and how disappointed she was with me. Throughout my tale her face did take on a look of murderous rage, ready to kill Dimitri if he suddenly decided to show up right now but to my surprise she didn't yell at me or any of the things I had thought she might do to me. She just hugged me fiercely and whispered how it would be okay and she loved me with a vicious anger in her voice that was directed toward Dimitri.

After we broke apart her voice softened and she said, "I always thought there was something I was missing between you two. You reacted so strangely around each other then when I told you about the possibility of a relationship between him and Tasha and after when you went missing and kidnapped. He just reacted so… I don't know… he was just more worried than any mentor should be." Her voice was cracking and her face began to pale. This was when my crying began to pick-up again.

"When we found you in that house in Spokane and you were just completely broken looking dead and he looked like he was about to crawl up and die right along with you. Rose when he was attacked you just cracked I saw that look on your face, you were about to run back in. I don't know what would have happened, had Alto not drug you out." By now her face had lost all color from her previous rage to become a sheet white mask with her mouth in a pressed line during the pauses in between speaking, her voice just above a whisper.

"When you ran away alone, without Lissa, it was so out of character for you then I realized what you were going to do. I had to call your father. If anyone could help Abe could and he was the only one I knew that would. I never assumed he'd go after you himself I thought he might just send someone under him to look after you." She said the last part mostly to herself I saw that love-sick look go across her face. I cleared my throat and like she suddenly realized my presence again she continued," After you returned I called to thank him and he asked if you were doing better over your loss. When he asked that I knew my suspicions had always been right but I continued to push them away and say if they were true you would come to me eventually. So I waited and now look where we are. Oh, my only child and I destroyed her life. I just wonder what would have happened if I raised you myself and not sent you here. Now look instead of you being a normal teenager and just going through another break-up you had to watch the person you love the most die right before your eyes. Then to fulfill a promise you made, you go after their Stirgoi version. Then come back home to discover they somehow survived." By now she was crying too. "I really screwed up at being a mother."

"Mom please it's not your fault. What have you done? Send me to a safe place that will prepare me for the job I've always wanted and teach me how to protect my best friend like I've always dreamed of doing. Mom all you did was provided me with everything I ever wanted and needed. You didn't know what to do with a baby you where only twenty."

"No, I was selfish and should have cared for my own child instead of dropping you off on the academy's doorstop."

"So you're saying you should have given up saving lives to raise an ungrateful daughter, mom that makes no sense at all. I'm proud of you and everything in life comes with consequence and sacrifices that need to be made. I was only a small sacrifice and I believe you made the right choice. You feel so bad about living your life but you would have resented me had you stayed and raised me. Knowing me I would have resented you too" I giggled there because I realized the truth in that statement.

"Look at you. See you're already trying to become your old self. You're tougher than most, Rose. You didn't ever just lay done and die or give up because things got tough. You needed me through most of your life but I wasn't there so you became independent only depending on yourself and what you could do. But now you're having one of the toughest moments of your life and I'm actually here to help you but don't know what to say because I haven't been around. All I can say is it's going to be okay we're going to take it one day at a time, I'm going to be here the whole time to help you through. You have all your great friends to help you through and we are going to try. But for now we need to go to Guardian Petrov and tell her everything."

My mom really seemed to believe I would be okay and as she led me out the gym doors I started to believe it, at least for now.

;) Kayla

And The Green Button Pushing Begins... NOW!!

Sooo. This is my first story so keep in mind it might be a little crappy! This is to see if getting the hardest teacher in eighth grade for english and having to write a boring bio on some dead artist is paying off or not! If not I'm telling my mom to put me back in normal eighth grade language arts! Flames will be laughed at! Please rate and/or PM me!!