"Do you have any idea where we are going, comrade?" I said as I glanced over at Dimitri. How had I gotten into this mess? Well, maybe I knew the answer to that, but I still didn't like it.
"I don't know Rose; I'm just trying to keep you safe. That's my job. Now please, let me sleep." He complained across the train car as he leaned against the window. He was so confident; it's why I loved him so much.
I sat there silently, thinking about the night I escaped. Well, I guess we escaped. He ran down into the corridor, whipping open my cell. It only took one word, "RUN!" I bolted although I had no idea where I was going. Suddenly Dimitri was beside me, directing me through the building. I was glad he had a plan, I sure as hell didn't. Well, I guess what he always said was true; running was the most important lesson. It was definitely helping us escape these guards, even though I could beat most of them anytime I wanted to. As I busted through the door, I was surprised by the sun. How long had it been that I really couldn't remember what the sun looked like? God, I have serious issues. At least I'm not dead. Yet.
I hadn't realized I had been sleeping until I heard, "Get up, time to actually figure this mess out," from Dimitri.
I knew better than to try than explain here in public, so I would patiently wait till we were alone. Maybe I was actually growing up. A year ago, I would have pitched a fit about how none of this was my fault and possibly use some profanities in the mix. Well, now I just didn't feel up to arguing with Dimitri, I would rather just enjoy what little time I had with him.
"Ok, fine. Where are we going then?"
"To Abraham."
"WHAT!" I exclaimed as I tried to imagine what my father would say about this predicament. Not that I really cared what he thought, I just really didn't think it was a good idea to piss him off.
"Rose, not now. He is the only person who might understand all this, and he can protect you, and he is your father. Must I list more reasons, or can we just get a move on?"
"OK, OK, so he is my father. Not that I give a crap. And his version of protecting me is terrifying anyone who gets in his way. That is not a kind of person I want to live with. And quite frankly, I'm scared of him."
"You're scared of him?" He laughed a little under his breath. I loved the sound, it sounded like my Dimitri.
We were still at the train station, so we walked in silence. As soon as we stepped off the train I knew where we were. Russia was just as amazing; the architecture, the people, the culture, it still amazed me. I hadn't expected to return here for a long time, and I figured it would bring up horrible memories when I did. I was surprised to look around and realize I was truly happy to be in Moscow. As we stepped outside, I glanced over to see Dimitri pull out his phone.
"Dimitri, please. Can we just go somewhere quiet and let me explain what I know to you. I do not want to see my father and I just want to rest and…" I looked down, hoping Dimitri understood how much I needed this from him.
He put his phone away and led the way down the street. I knew where he'd be going, and I knew he wouldn't like it. I don't care, it's what I wanted and it's the only way we would ever truly get privacy to talk.
We walked up to the grand hotel, I half expected him to keep walking, but he turned into the magnificent golden arches and went through the rotating door. I followed without question as he went to the front desk and got a room.