You guyss I am so fucking sorry for not updating in a while! It's been a hectic few months (still are) filled with accidents, ilnesses, school and vacation.. Just so you all know, I will never abandon this story, even if it takes me extremely long to update.. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will try to update a lil faster than this time!

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Chapter 4

DPOV

We were left behind standing there, speechless, watching a furious Lissa increase her strides, walking as if she couldn't get fast enough away from her. That girl has one hell of a firein her. I nudged Christian, who finally broke out of the shockof Lissa's outburst.

"You're screwed man. I'd be planning on a way to make it up to her, and fast.

That girl is both the smooth glow and the rough edge of a diamond, and you don't want to lose her." Adrian spoke softly,clapping his hand on Christians back, in a show of friendly support, then slipped out through the doors of the cafeteria.

Christian looked up at me with an intent stare and a curious frown.

"Why are you together with my niece?" My smile faded quickly when after rushing through my thoughts, I could find no life affirming reason why.

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to form words or any attachment to the girl I had been dating for what seemed forever.

Finally, I managed to formed a sentence, one that didn't surprise me though.

"I don't know." I murmured. It wasn't some great discovery, I simply didn't like Tasha.

Not the way she liked me. Christian nodded.

"I guess we both didn't see it."

I ran a hand through my hair. Before walking away I whispered to no one in particular.

"No we didn't. Not until Lissa pointed it out."

I wandered through the halls, heading to my next class, contemplating how much longer I would put up with someone who clearly wasn't my type. Who was my type then, what kind of girl was a match for a 6ft Russian guy?

I wasn't paying attention, and almost missed the doorslammed in my face.

The mauve colour revealed that it was the girls bathroom door, apparently pink is too politically incorrect…and there she stood, Rose. The new girl, who literally ran into me earlier today.

She looked up at me, her big brown eyes widened. There was no makeup left on her small face, only some reminants ofblack smudges down her soft cheeks.

"S-sorry! I d-didn't mean t-" I cut her off, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Rose, it's okay, really." Her eyes widened even more after I spoke her name.

I looked at her slumped shoulders, her tear stained face, her red and puffy eyes, even her ripped clothes, everything about her was broken and hurt, but there was something else. Something I couldn't pick, but when she noticed me staring, she suddenly started pulling the ripped fabric closer around her.

I wanted to say something, to reassure her… but before I could finish my train of thought, Rose stuttered "I-I got t-to go." then ran off, leaving me standing there wondering whaton earth had happened to this girl. She was so afraid, terrified even, of what? Of me?

I sighed and walked back towards class, my mind thinking of another girl, Tasha, one that I really wish would run far away from me.

Towards the end of the day, one of my last subjects was Music. The one class our group of friends all had together, apart from Tasha. Alberta was already standing in front of the class, waiting on the last stragglers to arrive.

Alberta took this class, she took a laid back approach to developing our "inner muse" as she always said.

She was one of the best teachers I ever had. You could see she enjoyed teaching, got along well with the students as she treated us as fellow human beings with our own minds and thoughts, likes and dislikes; that is what made her a great teacher.

The bell rang out loudly, Alberta was about to close the door when a familiar brunette shot through the door.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the classroom." I heard her mumble. Alberta smiled at Rose and gave her a hand.

"No problem, I am Ms Petrov but you can call me else does."

Rose gave her a weak smile and nodded, taking a seat in the front, where no one else sat.

Alberta clapped her hands and the class quieted, giving Alberta full attention.

"It's good to see everyone here today. I have some very exciting news.

Next week we will be hosting a competition, but not just any competition! Its time to warm up those vocal cords and sing your story"

The class erupted in chatter on possible song titles and who had the best voice, when Alberta clapped her hands again.

"I don't want to make it compulsory, but I do want everyone to be involved, to perform in some way, even is it just accompanying someone with the guitar. Covers and own songs are allowed, I even encourage it." Alberta started walking around, as she always did, giving her students her personal encouragement.

"We will be voting, the final two winners will be competing against each other, which will make for a great performance. You will have two weeks to come up with an act. But you wont be simply singing on stage, you have to think aboutlights, dancers, produced music and more.

The genre will be picked by the audience. This way your song choice will be limited but im looking for inspired performers, those who can bring out the song like you are telling your own story." Alberta returned to the front of the class and began sketching notes on the board.

"There will be very special guests appearing on the night; thewinner of the competition will also secure a performance on a world famous stage; which of course, will be revealed after the finale.

Today, I want you all to select a song and bring me your happy to help but im looking for orginal ideas from the song to the full performance.

Think about instruments to support your singer, you can go outside or into the theatre room to practice!" Alberta paused then continued "Good Luck….now go!"

Everyone shot out of thier seats, running up to Alberta with song ideas. In less than five minutes the whole class was empty, apart for Rose and myself.

I saw her grab a notebook out of her back and began flipping pages through it.

Alberta walked up to me, taking a seat on the stool in front of me.

"Any ideas yet Dimitri? I expect great things from you." I laughed and grabbed my notebook. I showed her a page of notes, the words of recently written song.

"I thought about doing this one." She read through it and nodded.

"Can you sing a little for me?" I nodded and reached out for my guitar.

Clearing my throat, I felt the depths of the chorus and sangalong softly.

Once I was sang my last note, Alberta just looked at me.

"That is a great song, you will knock them out Dimitri." She winked at me and stood up.

I thanked her and watched her walk calmly over to Rose. She sat in front of her and asked her if she could could hear Rose sing. Rose nodded hesitantly.

"Can you sing a little bit for me?" She looked back at me with fear in her eyes. Alberta looked at me and I met her eyes, before she turned back to Rose. "Don't be scared, Dimitri won't bite."

She nodded and stood up, grabbing a guitar.

"What do you want me to sing?" Rose asked.

Alberta smiled and thought for a while. "

Since you let me pick, do you know 'I Will Survive' by Gloria Gaynor? I would like to see what you do with the song." She nodded and put the guitar away.

She walked up to the piano which was stationed in the corner of the classroom.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Alberta sat down next to me to watch her play. I looked at Alberta confused.

"Why do you do this to her?" I asked, my eyes not leaving the timid girl infront of me.

Albert just smirked. "Rose needs to get out of that comfort zone, and artistic performance is the best way to do this." I decided not to question it and turned my attention back to Rose.

After starting with a bit of an introduction, Rose began to sing... and instantly made me freeze. Oh my god, this girl honestly has the voice of an angel.

Well with a bit of an edge on it. I never liked this song but she changed the whole key and made it a slow song, she made it her own.

It sounded so pure. So fragile, just like the girl she was.

Tears began to stream down her face as she poured her heart and soul into the song.

Alberta and I sat still listening to her beautiful voice, hanging on to every word, with our jaws on the ground. Never in my life had I heard something like this. I'm pretty sure that Alberta hadn't either. With the last words she finished, then turned her head away from us. I could have sworn she was wiping a tear away.

Lissa, Adrian and Christian must have creeped behind us quietly while our attention was on Rose. Loud clapping surprising both Alberta and myself.

Rose turned around and instantly let out a small smile. The rest of the class then, started pouring back into the room and I knew the angel that brought the sounds of heaven down, was quietly placed back safely behind the small mask Rose hides behind.

"Rose, I'd like it if you'd stay back a littler longer."Albertastated.

Rose simply nodded as her eyes followed my friends and I,existing the room. God her voice, it was amazing, just so beautiful.

I was still in some sort of trance, still wrapped up in the sweet soft tones of Rose's voice, when Lissa snapped me out of it, with a punch to the arm.

"Dimitri! I asked you if you could take a look at my car." I furrowed my brows but agreed, there had been enough arguments witnessed today.

Once we reached Lissa's car, Lissa turned and stood infront ofme before I could open the hood.

"Dimitri! What Tasha did today was unacceptable. I don't understand that you didn't say anything, why didn't you stop it? God, I found Rose crying in the bathroom and lent her a shirt so she could feel half human again. She said some thingsDimitri, things that broke my heart and now, I am going to make sure she doesn't go through anymore of this alone. No matter how hard she wants to push me away. All I ask from you is to keep Tasha at ease cause god… that woman is annoying. Please help me out with this?"

If Rose had a rough life, that might explain a few things. Could that be the reason she was so distant and withdrawn? But why do I care so much? Why should I care?

I am the hottest guy in this school why would I help Lissawith another lost cause?

"Yea sure, I'll try my best." She padded my arm and took off, leaving me confused.

"Ahh Lissa? Your car?" I stammered but Lissa was off running back towards the school buildings.

I drove home thinking about Rose, why couldn't I get her and that angelic voice out of my head. What has she gone through?Who had treated her badly? The song she sang clearly hit her a lot. I will survive... Maybe it was some sort of encouragement for herself to move on? When I finally reached my room, I grabbed my notebook and pen; and started sketching down a story. One about a mysterious girl, who long flowing hair hid more than most.

RPOV

I sat with my head in my hands, eyes focused on the desk,waiting for everyone to leave the classroom. Alberta had requested that I stayed behind. Was I in trouble already?

With a sigh I looked up upon hearing the door close. Alberta pulled a chair up next to me and sat down in front.

"Hi Rosie." She spoke softly and with care but I was shocked at use of the nickname my mom kept just for me.

"You don't remember me, huh?" I shook my head while I dug deeper into my memories but nothing came up. She sighed and looked me in the eyes, holding my attention.

"Do you remember your mom's friend that used to come overto visit all the time; until you moved, you were just four?" I frowned as I tried but I couldn't remember it all.

Simply a dark haired woman who was always there to take care of me. My eyes widened at the realisation and my face lit up.

"Bertie?!" I exclaimed. She nodded with tears in her eyes and stood up. I did the same, hugging her fiercely. A few tears of my own escaped.

Once we had released each other, we sat back down to talk about life in the time that had passed. "Rosie, at first I didn't recognise you in these clothes. I always got pictures of Janine with you looking like a badass in all black clothing. What happened to your shirt sweetheart?"

I sighed and explained what happened. She bawled her fist and gritted her teeth.

"And Dimitri did nothing to stop her?!" I looked at her confused. What did she care about whether Dimitri helped me out? As if seeing the question on my face. she started explaining. "I spent a lot of time with Dimitri and his family, I'm a close friends with Olena, his mother.

I watched him grow up, I watched him become a gentleman but since he became the 'popular boy' of the school... He's changed. He seems to care less about people around him, but his music, he will always hold a passion for his music. That is his outlet."

She said, frowning. "Mine is too." I whispered.

"I noticed by the way that song hit you hard, Rosie. Music is apart of you too. I also want to say how talented you are, totransforme that song into a slow song. But Rosemarie Hathaway HOW DID I NOT KNOW YOU COULD SING LIKE THAT?!" I snickered and Alberta smiled as we continued our long catch up. Alberta was kind enough to drive me home and my mom was stunned to see a close friend from her past. I felt like I was interrupting a special reunion.

After dinner I headed to my room, im sure Alberta nd my mom would be chatting until sunrise. I changed into a large t-shirt and got ready for bed, I remembered to wash Lissa's shirt so I could return it tomorrow. I had washed it and hung it to dry. I cleaned off the black smudges of makeup that had formed around my eyes, trying to wash the dirt of Tash's abuse off me. I laid down and snuggled under the covers, enjoying the warmth, the security of my bed. Even though the horrible events that happened earlier today, I couldn't help but smile thinking about how Bertie was back in my life. Especially when he wasn't. I turned off the lights and fell asleep. Not ready for what was to follow tomorrow.