Title: A Thousand Years

Summary: She's the prostitute; he's the man who's been looking for her, for years now. It's Ivan's bachelor party, at the strip club: Shadow Kissed. When he sees her, will he still want her? Does she still love him? What about all the secrets?

Welcome to the world of human trafficking and the Russian Mafia.

Rose: 21

Dimitri: 25

Ivan, Andre: 25

Eddie, Mason, Adrian: 24

Lissa, Sydney: 21

Mia: 20

3rd POV

She swayed her hips to the music, entrancing everyone who watched her; both women and men. She danced around the pole, twisting her body around it, as many men threw money at her, and whistled.

There was a particular group who's mouth hung open as they saw the girl; their old friend, and for one of them, lover.

Her eyes were red and not from tears, but from the weed. She was an addict, to drugs, to weed, though she only did it while working... so young and beautiful, her life was ruined. She was one of the many victims of human trafficking; lucky for her, when she was sold, she was sold to Adrian Ivashkov, the owner of the club. He cared for her and wanted her to stop this life, but she didn't. This was all she knew; all she remembered. Even with her four year old, she couldn't leave this life.

Eddie Castile, second in command to Adrian, noticed Rose was high. He cared for her, like many others at the club, and tried to help her, but all she did was laugh. She didn't believe she deserved any better than this, and it was her daughter that kept upright.

The club began closing, since for the bachelor's party, Rose, Mia, and Sydney would give a private show.

The group decided they would set Rose aside after the club closed down for the private show.

When the music stopped, it took her a few seconds to realize this, and she stopped, too.

"Hey what happened to the music!" Mia yelled at Mason, who stood by the bar, leaning against the wall.

Eddie gripped Rose's arm. "What the fuck did I tell you about smoking weed while working?" Rose yanked her arm away from him.

"Not buying? Don't fucking touch," she snapped, almost tripping, but Adrian caught her.

"Easy, you're going home, baby girl," he whispered, setting her straight on her feet.

"Adrian! I need-"

"Mason, take her home," he interrupted her.

Her eyes narrowed, as Mason took a step forward, and Dimitri spoke.

"Don't!" Adrian's eyes turned towards him.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't take her."

"Sorry Dimitri, she's not working tonight." Mason pulled Rose along, half way to the door.

"I know her."

Everyone stiffened and stopped on their tracks as they heard his words.

"Is this true?" Mason asked Rose. She turned around, slowly, and stared at Dimitri. Her eyes were blank, as they stared at him, her face emotionless, but something flickered in her eyes. He seemed familiar, and something in her mind screamed at her, which she ignored.

"No. Sorry sweet pea, but if you've got money-"

"Shut up Rose and just go home," Adrian snapped at her, exasperated. She shrugged, smirking, tossed her hair back, and turned on her heel. With Mason at her side, she left the club.

She pushed her memories back into the very back of her head, not wanting to remember.

"Did she really not recognize us?" Andre asked darkly, as they walked out of the club. Dimitri had been quiet since she left the club.

Lissa shrugged, trying to hide her pain. "We need to know where she lives," she whispered. Their body guards followed them closely, looking around.

"We'll find out," Dimitri said determined.

Dimitri felt disgusting that Rose sold her body to the highest bitter, but also felt guilty about it. Nothing else was said as they got into the cadillac, and left going to the mansion.

They wanted to know what'd happen and the only way was to hear it from her.

It was bright early in the morning when the banging at the front door woke Rose, Mia, Sydney, and Jill. Rose stumbled to the living room, where Sydney was wide awake, with Mia rubbing her eyes, sighing, she picked up Jill from the floor, and placed her on her hip.

She walked to the door and opened it up. "No need to knock it down," she growled. It was then that she realized who she'd opened her door to. The people from last night, she recalled. Their body guards stepped in the room first, scanning it, and finally Dimitri, Christian, Andre, Lissa, and Natalie made their way in.

They looked around the apartment, it was actually a good place to live at, in a very good neighborhood, you'd think the three girls actually had a normal job.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rose didn't bother with cursing in front of her daughter, she was still half asleep, with her head on her mom's shoulder, and her arms wrapped around her neck. Their eyes flickered to the little girl on Rose's arm, and Dimitri's eyes darkened.

"Don't you remember us?" Lissa asked her best friend. Rose sighed, looking deeply into Lissa's jade eyes. It wasn't that Rose had memory loss, she just kept her memories buried.

But looking into her green eyes she remembered being with her, when they were younger.

"What are you doing here?" she asked them.

"We came to take you back," Natalie told her softly.

"Really? Back where exactly?" she snorted. Her mother died when she was 15 and she'd never known her father, not even his name, so this apartment with the girls was the only place she knew.

"Home," Dimitri spoke for the first time. Rose looked at him for the first time, and the flashbacks overwhelmed her. What was he doing here? Why couldn't she just give up on her, the way she had? They way he was suppose to, as he once said he had?

"I am home Dimitri," she spoke.

He snorted, "Selling your body?"

She felt as if she'd been slapped.

"You think this was my decision? You think I wanted to sell my body to complete strangers? I didn't, I still don't, but when life gives you lemons, you gotta make lemonade."

No one said anything, as he took a step closer to her. She tightened her grip on her daughter, while her body locked in place.

He stepped closer to her, inches between them. He cradled her face in his hands, her heart beating faster, the closer he got. He breathed her in, and she smelled just she always had, strawberries. He pressed her foreheads against hers, "I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years," he whispered to her. His breath on her face as her breath hitched on her throat.

Time stood still, as he waited for her reaction. "I don't love you anymore," she whispered, closing her eyes, and he dropped his hands back to his side, and taking a step back. She saw the pain in his eyes, but for a change it was time for him to suffer, as she had, as he had lied to her all those years ago, as she was taken away from her life.

She closed her mouth, her jaw tensed, as she tried to keep her tears in. All he did was take one more look at her, and walk away from her again.

"I think you should leave too," she told the rest. Lissa hugged her stiff body, Natalie waved, and Andre kidded the top of her forehead, all of them letting her know they still loved her.

They shut the door, and she broke into tears. Her body racked with tears, and Sydney took Jill away from her, immediately, Mia hugged her friend. The person who had saved her life so many times.

As they left, once more she felt dirty. She felt used, and unworthy. She had been beaten, shot at, she smoked, and she did drugs. Many believed she was an addict, but around her daughter, she knew how to control herself. And for all this she felt she didn't deserve the love her old life claimed to have for her.

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

Well, this story is lightly based on the lyrics to Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years"... Well the song inspired me to actually write it, since this idea has been in my mind for a while. Lyrics to the song were used, now don't forget to review if you want me to continue.