Summary: What if Mason survived Spokane? What if someone started bashing Rose? What if Dimitri found out? What if…?
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Roza
DIMITRI POV
A loud scream interrupted my sleep. I jumped out of the bed and pulled on a pair of sweats, grabbing my stake.
Mason Ashford had survived Spokane, and Rose and him had gotten together. The doctors had said that he shouldn't have survived. That he should have stayed down. But he didn't.
Unfortunately.
Rose and him had made it out of the house by the time I had gotten there, both of them covered in blood, but her more so. She'd staggered out and collapsed into my arms, sobbing and breathing shallow and weak.
"Don't…don't go in there. Please," she'd begged.
"I won't, Roza," I had whispered, stroking her hair. "I won't go back in there. I promise."
She'd nodded shakily and looked up at me. "It hurts."
"What does?" I'd picked her up bridal style and carried her to the car, setting her into the back seat gently and climbing in after her. "What hurts?"
"Everything." She rolled her sleeves up and showed me the cuts and bleeding covering her skin.
I swore in Russian and touched the cuts gently.
"What about Mason?" she'd asked softly, cringing when I touched the burns on her wrists.
"Your mother will take care of him."
And it had been true. Janine had helped him back to the Academy.
I opened my door and ran towards the screams. How could nobody else hear them? They were loud, piercing my ears with familiarity and pain that I couldn't help this person.
"Stop it!" she-I now realised-cried. "Stop! I didn't do anything! I swear, I didn't do it!"
I couldn't make out who it was through their tears. I burst into a tiny clearing, breathing hard. "What is going on here?"
A shadow stood up and fled the clearing, leaving nothing behind but a warning glance at the figure on the ground.
I knelt down beside them.
It was Rose.
She was shaking with terror. "Get away from me."
"Roza, it's me. You know me," I whispered. "You know I would never hurt you."
Her terrified brown eyes locked with my own.
I saw the bruises and scratches on her face, the dark purple shadows under her eyes. "What happened to you?" I helped her to sit up slightly.
"I…it's nothing. I had a…bad dream and came out here for a walk." She refused to meet my eyes.
"What was your 'dream' about?"
She shook her head. "It was just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about."
"Then what is all this? Why are you out here-alone-out of range of the wards? Who was that…person?" I stood up and offered her my hand.
"One question at a time, Comrade." She grasped my hand and pulled herself up.
"Why do you have bruises all over your face?"
She-again-looked away from my eyes. "They're from Spokane."
"I doubt it," I muttered. "Who was it?"
"I told you. It was no one."
"You're a terrible liar, Rose."
She glared at me. "I'm a great liar. Just not to you."
I sighed. "Who was it, Rose?"
"You have to promise not to tell anyone."
I nodded and leaned closer to her.
She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered the name.
I ripped myself away from her and took off running.
A/N: this chapter is intact and has not been changed at all. I do not own this chapter, it belongs to RiRi17. Previously, this story was completed, but I will be continuing it. I hope you like the future chapters.
