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Chapter 11.
Something had woken me, I jumped out of bed, fully alert and ready for attack.
"Woah, they weren't kidding about you were they?"
Startled I spun around to face my attacker, fighting the dizziness that seemed to be making my head feel fuzzy and the room spin. To my embarrassment I stumbled and grabbed at the edge of the bed to hold myself up.
"Rose, you have to listen to me," I was trying to force my body to remain standing, "You're safe, you fainted, and you're probably still feeling the effects of having low blood sugar." Figuring that there was nothing I could do even if I was in danger I slumped to the floor with an inelegant thud I felt jar my entire body. Closing my eyes I welcomed the darkness.
My head felt like someone was playing the drums in there. I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to ignore the thudding. I slowly opened my eyes a crack, only to wince at the light coming in through the gauzy curtains.
As my faculties started to take over again I realised someone was in the room with me, slowly I opened my eyes again looking at the white ceiling above me.
"Roza?" Startled again I sat upright with a jolt, heart leaping through my chest. Sitting there beside my bed watching me with his unreadable eyes was Dimitri. I felt my brow crease as I tried to remember what had happened.
"Where are we?" I croaked out. It felt as though someone had scraped my throat with razor blades, he stood and walked over to a dresser on the opposite side of the room, where there was a pitcher of water and a glass. Filling the glass he walked back to the chair, sat down and handed me the glass,
"Don't be so wary Rose, you are safe." As I accepted the glass our fingers brushed, I heard him inhale sharply, turning my gaze away from him I drank, after clearing his throat he continued. "Your father will be in to explain everything to you shortly, but as its daylight I was asked to watch over you." I took a sudden interest in my feet, covered by the thick woollen blanket,
"What are you doing here?" I asked in almost a whisper, "I mean, why did you help me get out?" Out of the corner of my eye I could see the rueful expression on his face, which made my heart twist again,
"Your father asked me," he stated not letting anything slip, "Figuring it was only a matter of time before I would be called upon to be questioned over my involvement with the evasion your apprehension, I had nothing to lose." I nodded my head silently.
"Thank you, Dimitri, for everything." I was fighting back tears now, my shoulders started shaking. As he stood to walk away I could see the anguish on his face, it was quickly replace with his usual pensive expression.
"Now that you are feeling better I will leave you. Your father will be in soon." I nodded still looking at my feet at the end of the bed. He turned and walked out the door, closing it with a click.
Taking a deep breath to compose myself I looked around the room, I was sitting in a large bed in a richly furnished room, full of dark wooden furniture and plush embroidered chairs. The walls were covered in blue patterned wallpaper with white trim. The white door that Dimitri had just walked out was to my left. On my right the wall was lined with white framed windows, and French doors that led out to a balcony, standing slowly I made my way on shaky legs to look out the gauzy curtains. Below was an amazing garden, full of well kept lawns and hedges. In the middle of the landscaped area was a fountain surrounded by large trees.
The sun on my skin felt warm and comforting. I stood with my eyes closed letting its heat seep into my pores.
Walking back into the room I walked over to what I presumed was the bathroom door, opening it I walked in and gasped. My eyes must've been the size of saucers, just like the rest of the room, the bathroom was lux. Black marble covered the floors and walls, there was a massive tub with spa jets, sitting tucked away in one corner behind some ornamental ferns. A walk in shower with several shower heads made up the other side of the room, there was a door that I presumed led to the toilet near the spa and hanging over opulent his and her basins was a huge gold gilded mirror. At first I didn't recognise myself. My hair was matted and greasy, my skin looked washed out and sullen, I looked like a ghost of myself. And right then I didn't care that people had seen me like this, I was happy to have escaped that hell hole that I'd been trapped in. I smiled wanly at my reflection, walking over to the basin. There was a basket sitting next to one of the sinks, and as I walked closer I realised it contained soaps, shampoos and lotions. Without thinking I stripped off on the spot grabbed what I needed out of that little basket and turned the taps on in the huge shower. It felt like standing under a waterfall. I scrubbed my skin until it was red and buffed, I washed my hair, brushing out all the knots. Then I just stood there letting the water melt my strained muscles, relaxing me.
When I finished I walked out, rubbed lotion over my dry, clean skin, inhaling the combination of jasmine and rose, pulling a face when I made a pun to myself about smelling like a Rose.
Hanging on a hook near the door were a black and white fluffy robe, I walked over and grabbed one, even though it was huge on me it made me start to feel like my old self.
As I walked back out to the bedroom I was surprised to see that the sun had set and my father was sitting in a chair by one of the windows deep in thought.