RPOV
I just finished my shift at the restaurant. My boss giving me another lousy pay-check. I was behind on my bills, and I'm sure Adrian'll be pissed off because of that. It isn't like he's doing anything, he can't hold a job. I've had this job for five years, and still I can't get enough money to be able to pay the electric bill. My house is slowly rotting, and I had to sell my only car for money. I did have a lot more money before, but Adrian used most of it for vodka.
Can my life be anymore shitty?
DPOV
I won another case. And, driving home in my Ferrari 458, I couldn't help but smile. I've always had an interest in law firm, and when I got a degree in being a lawyer, I hadn't realized I'd be this good. I'm a multi-billionaire, the most successful lawyer out there. Whenever someone finds out they're up against me, I can see any hopes of them winning disappear. I'm impossible to beat. I live in a beautiful mansion, acres and acres of land, butlers, and all kinds of exotic items. I've never needed the company of others to make my life worth living.
My life is perfect.
RPOV
"What is this?" Adrian was standing in front of me, waving the bills in front of my face.
"This month's bills," I said.
"Why haven't you paid them?" he growled.
"Maybe because we don't have enough money." I rubbed my face, my stress levels skyrocketing. "My job doesn't pay me enough, Adrian."
Adrian slammed his hand against the wall. "Then get a better job."
"This is the only job I can get," I said. "I'd like it if you could help out. You can't depend on me to do everything."
I felt a stinging pain on my cheek, and when I touched my cheek, it hurt. Adrian had hit me. Again.
"You do not tell me what to do, woman," Adrian growled. "I'll get a job when I need a job. You worry about keeping this house pretty." Adrian stormed out, and I stood there. I sighed. Why I'm still in this relationship with Adrian I don't know. I should've left him years ago. But I couldn't.
I grabbed my coat and walked out the door.
DPOV
I didn't go home just yet. I drove to the library. My favorite place. As I parked the car, I noticed a woman going inside, a red mark on her face.
What happened to her?
I got out and went in, I didn't see the woman. I decided to look for a book, and as I skimmed the isles, I noticed the woman sitting at one of the reading tables, her head buried in her hands. I wanted to go over there, to see what was wrong, but I didn't think it was any of my business.
Doesn't hurt to ask.
I walked over to her. "Is this seat taken?"
She looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot and teary. She shook her head and looked away. As I sat down, I didn't take my eyes off her.
"Is there something wrong?"
She didn't answer.
"Why are you crying?"
She still didn't answer.
"Why are -"
"Why do you care?" she snapped. "I don't even know you." I looked at her, her eyes gleaming with sadness and fury. I sighed.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Fantastic. Now leave me alone." She got up to leave.
"My name is Dimitri Belikov," I said, she glared at me. "What's your name?"
She continued to glare at me. Her hands balled into fists. "Rose."
I smiled at her. "That's a pretty name, Rose." Her glare softened a little, but it quickly came back. And before I could stop her, she left.
RPOV
That Dimitri guy said my name was pretty. No one ever said my name was pretty, not even Adrian. Something about him made me feel fuzzy. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it.
DPOV
My mind couldn't stop thinking about Rose. How broken she looked. I promised myself I'd want to meet her again. I wanted to know her. I needed to help her.
