The New Rose

Chapter 2;

I gathered the rest of my things, ready to leave this place, I looked around the room once more. I talked to Kirova, I got an early graduation, I talked to my mother and father. My dad is some Russian mobster/mafia guy from what my mum told me, it was kind of creepy to be honest, and in a day I'll be over in Russia, doing God-knows-what with a mafia man who is meant to be my father, a man whom I've never met. Safe to say, I was nervous.

I pulled my bags over my shoulders and walked out the door, locking and shutting it behind me, I already handed my key in so all there was to do was meet the car Abe-my dad-sent for me. I walked down the long empty hallways and out into the bright sun, which was my night. I yawned, standing underneath a tree to shade myself from the sun beating against my back. A black limousine pulled up and the front door opened.

"Hello Miss Mazur," he said, opening the trunk.

"Rose, Rose Hathaway," I corrected.

"I see you've taken your mother's last name."

I nodded. He helped me put my things inside, shut it and opened the door for me. I got inside, shut the door as he slid into the drivers' seat. And then we were off. I used my time to sleep in the car, the windows were tinted so dark hardly any light came in. It was nice. Very... I don't even know how to describe it, it was too fancy. Fancier than I was used to. Fancier than most of my friends were used to. Except one, Adrian Ivashkov.

I eventually got woken by the driver. "Miss, we have to get on the jet now," he said. "Your things are already on board."

I warily opened my eyes, blinking at the sunlight. I sat up slowly and took everything in. We were on a private landing strip and a big jet was right on it, engine roaring, it was huge. I got out and slowly walked over, holding onto the railing to keep myself up. A lady came up to me with champagne and I happily accepted, then soon we were in the air and I looked down at the country, the family, the people I love, all that I was leaving behind and I shed a tear. "Do you want to see the hot tub?" a hostess asked me, smiling.

"Hot tub?" I asked, shocked.

I stood up and followed her, and sure enough there was a hot tub, I stripped down to my underwear and climbed in, letting my skin soak up the warm water. I continued to drink until I could face-plant it. I stumbled to my seat again, which already had blankets and pillows laid out on it. I took my seat and curled up, reclining the seat as far back as it would allow and drifted into oblivion.


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