Rose
I stared at the drywall for what felt like hours. We had made it home and into bed around midnight and I'd been staring at the white walls ever since. Mia and Lissa were asleep and would be until around ten in the morning when Jackie makes her famous Texas toast.
My mind spun. It was hard for it not to after everything that had happened with Dimitri. Why in God's name was he here? Of all freaking places! Why were Eddie and Christian with him? Why was Tasha here? Did he come to rub it in my face that she was his and I wasn't? For that theory to be right, he must have known that I was here.
Frustrated, I flipped over and dug my head into my pillow. I had the urge to scream at the top of my lungs but I thought otherwise. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Only, it wasn't the dreamless, deep, sleep like the dead sleep. I was walking right into a spirit dream. Adrian.
"Little Dhampir?"
I turned around to see Adrian standing in the field that I performed only hours before. His bronze hair in its messy style. His long sleeved, brown shirt looked so normal on him that it looked weird to see him not in a designer button up.
"I like the dress," he smiled. I looked down to see the lacy dress that Lissa wanted me to wear to the concert and barefoot. My hair was down to the middle of my back. I also spotted an unlit cigarette in my hand.
"Got a light?" I half expected him to say no, but he smiled a little and made the cigarette light. "Thanks."
"Anytime. So, how did the show go?" He looked so nonchalant as if my performing was nothing out of the ordinary.
"It was great. We had fun, sang the new song, danced a little, spotted the ex's, got yelled at by Lissa for not wearing what she liked, and drove Patrick up the wall. You know, the usual," I shrugged.
"What?" Adrian must have picked up on the ex's part because he didn't look all that happy. "Dimitri, Eddie, and Christian were there?"
"With Tasha and all of her fan of the Angels glory," I said throwing my hands up in the air. I took a drag on my cigarette, finding comfort in that one little breath.
"What happened?" Adrian advanced on me. He wasn't going to let this go.
"They found me by the bus after the show and asked me about stuff. I played stupid and said that I was Rose Hathaway's cousin and that she died a few years ago. Lissa and Mia played along, but then Dimitri found me by myself and wanted answers so I told him off like any Southern lady would," I ranted. Adrian's eyes told me that he was pissed that Dimitri found me, but he felt sorry and concerned for me.
"I think I'll pay Pretty Boy a visit later. He needs to know how to treat a lady."
"Oh no you don't'!" I said hurriedly. The last time he did that, it was to my father and Abe didn't handle that all too well.
"Then what am I supposed to do, Rose?" Adrian was getting worse.
"Leave it to me. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I haven't used yet. If I don't get rid of him on my own, then be my guest to torture him all you want." I was compromising and I just hoped that it would work.
He looked at me skeptically for a moment before nodded his head. "Fine. But if I hear that he's messed up again, then I'm coming into this fight whether you like it or not."
I nodded and hugged him tightly. I missed talking to Adrian and going on smoke breaks with him. I guess things weren't all sunshine and rainbows.
"I better let you go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Adrian asked.
I nodded and let my body drift into a dreamless sleep.
I'm sorry for the short chapter! I'm suffering from a terrible case of writer's block and it's kinda suckish. -SagWarrior
