Worth The Fight

by

VampireFreakLover98

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! R&R

Guys. I am so, so, so sorry I haven't updated in like two weeks. My fucking computer broke and I had to get a new one. I apologize for not updating and I hope I still have my faithful readers. xoxo

Chapter Nine

I couldn't believe that somebody was threatening my life. . . What could my Dad have possibly done to get somebody to react in such a way? To kill my mother and threaten my life?
I paced in my room, my hands shaking... And what business? All my father did was sell and buy hotels, right? H-He didn't do anything illegal...did he?

What if he did? What if he sold drugs or weapons? Did human trafficking? Breathing heavily, I walked out of my room and quickly made my way down the stairs. Sneaking throughout the house, quietly I glanced into my father's study to see it empty. Gulping... I tip-toed in and glanced back at the door.

I started searching everywhere. Through the drawers, cabinets, his computer was password protected so after three failed attempts I gave up and looked at the bookcase. And then I noticed that a section was fake.

My jaw dropped and looking at the door I quickly went over to it... after failing to open it... I noticed a lock and pulled out my bobby pin. I waited till I heard the distinct click and silently opened up the cabinet.
In there were stacks of papers and files. There were foreign names, addresses, and all sorts of information. Picking up a paper, I scanned it and felt disbelief build in me.

My father sold and bought weapons/drugs. Cocaine, heroine, weed, meth. . .He bought shotguns, pistols, machine-guns, gernades...

My breathing was rapid as I looked through more and more of the files... My god, who the hell was my father? If he sold and bought things like this! What was to stop him from killing people? Oh my, god! What if he already had killed people?

All the sudden footsteps were coming down the hall and my eyes widened. I stuffed the papers back into the cabinet and quickly relocked it. I couldn't leave the room, so I frantically looked around and dove under my father's desk. . .

Please, God, don't let someone come in here. . . Please Jesus, tears started forming in my eyes as I thought of people being murdered by my father. And Pavel, and Mikhail. . . And Dimitri, oh God-that was why he had bodyguards! He murdered people and sold illegally.

I listened intensely for any sign of somebody in the hallway and when I was sure nobody was out there. I ran from the room and glanced down the hallway before I slammed into something. Grunting I bounced back and looked forward to see Dimitri looking at me suspiciously.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he glanced at my father's study then back to me. He killed people. . . He allowed my father to hand weapons to murderers and thugs... Breathing rapidly I backed away from him.

His eyebrows furrowed and he stepped towards me, "Rose?"

"Stay away from me!" I screamed as I tried to go past him but he caught me around the waist and I used one of the minor defense moves I knew and elbowed him in the gut. He groaned but held tight as he slammed me against a nearby wall, locking all my limbs in place but keeping space between our heads.

"Rose! What are you doing? What's wrong?" he yelled, concern laced in his voice. How could somebody so nice and polite, kill people? How...?

"Get away from me... You kill people," I sobbed, trying to scramble away from him. His face showed shock and I was able to escape his grip and I broke into my fastest run as I bounded up the stairs.
I heard pursueing footsteps and leaped into my room but Dimitir slipped through as I slammed it shut, "Please...don't hurt me."

I fell to the ground and huddle against the wall as I looked up at him. I knew I must have appeared like a frightened child. But at the moment that's what I was. I was so scared of him. I didn't know what he'd do to me.

"Hurt you? Roza, I'd never harm... What did you see Rose? What did you find?" he murmured, kneeling by me, when I whimpered his face flashed with sadness and hurt but he backed away enough that I stopped shaking.

"I found his files... You're not working for him because of his hotel business are you? You're here because of his illegal dealings...aren't you?" I looked up at him and knew my last stread of hope was about to be destroyed.

"Yes," he whispered, finally falling down and sitting in pathetically on the floor, looking so ashamed of himself, "I help your father sell and buy drugs and weapons... We even do human trafficking sometimes." My tears fell and I nodded as I sobbed. I rocked my body back and forth, gripping my chest. I couldn't deal with this... my father killed people just like my mother did. Oh my, God.

"Why was my mother killed, Dimitri?" I asked, my tone cold and firm... Even I didn't regconize it. He winced as if that was the last question he wanted to answer.

"We don't know, Rose. But we're looking for the answers... We just don't have them yet," he said, looking at the carpet.

"I want to help," I sid suddenly, nodding I stood up and wiped my eyes, Dimitri started to protest, "No. You and I are going to start secretly looking for my mother's murderer."

"Rose, your father would murderer me if I let you get involved," he said, jumping up and gripping my hands.

"I hate being out of the loop, Dimitri," I said, "You'd want to do the same thing if it was your mother. You and I both know you would."

"We'll tell my father that I know about his side-business and I'm going to help," I said, "I can't just sit there and let my mother's murderer roam the streets as if they didn't just take away a wife and a mother."

"But Rose-"

"I'm doing it Dimitri."

He sighed tiredly and pinched the bridge, "Okay...Okay." I sighed as I sniffled. I couldn't believe I was about to start searching for my mother's murderer. The man (or women) who took away my mother was going to come to justice. Even if it did cost me my life. He would be sentenced to death.

I know this is really short...but I didn't want to put too much into one chapter...Hope you liked this and if you didn't well tell me why and I'll try to improve. . . ;)

~Hannah