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So someone asked me if I could do a Dpov for why he did that, I am afraid I can't as it will give away too much in the story but shortly Rose will confront him about and you guys will see why he did that.

Disclaimer: I, Ashleigh Wood, do not own or claim the Vampire Academy series as my own. Richelle Mead owns it. I, Ashleigh Wood, claim this plot as mine and no one may copy it or use any ideas without my written permission.

Previously on innocence…

When I grasped what was going on and they noticed me, she (obviously Tasha) gave an even higher pitch squeal; I mumbled an apology and quickly shut the door. I stepped back and stared at the door in horror, closing my eyes only to be graced with the memory of her naked body.

I heard a familiar voice and looked left to find Stan standing there, he asked me what I was doing here, something in me hated Dimitri at the moment, , and that something made me pick up my arm and point to the door. I felt betrayed by him and I know I shouldn't be but I was maybe it was just me but it thought we had something today but clearly we didn't. Neither of us saying a word, he walked forward and opened the door only to be greeted with the same scene I had been nor did I know that it wasn't pretty

Present….

I sat in the office next to Stan, across from Tasha and Dimitri. I didn't know where to look, I couldn't look at Dimitri without feeling betrayed, disgusted, used and like a whore and then I could barely look at Tasha because of the position I caught them in but not only that the way I had met her.

Oh and the fact that I was the reason they were here, I didn't want to look up because they were both glaring at me. I could feel them burning holes into the top of my head, I looked up without moving my head. Dimitri caught my gaze and I quickly dropped it, my whole demeanour screamed submissive and that I was sorry but I could tell by the quick glances I had stolen at Dimitri that his posture was stiff and rigid suggesting that he was livid and very angry.

I wanted to roll over and beg for his forgiveness but there was another part of me that wanted to chop off his testicles and show them down his throat just for thinking of touching another woman on the same day he had touched me but not only on the same day but merely hours apart.

I was called up to give my point of view for the events and I just told them exactly what I saw not saying anything else. I was asked why I was here so late and why I got there so quickly, why I didn't knock when I approached the door. I blanked on the last question, if I had knocked then what? What would have happened?

I knew I should not ask myself these types of questions but my whole life had been like that. One of the main ones was what if I had not reacted against Victor as bad as I did? Would I still have been sent away? I could barely remember that day only what I been told but the people who were present.

Apparently I was sitting in my room on a Saturday morning and I went crazy taking the thirty eight calibre gun from my Uncle Victors closet and went and shot him in the chest. I knew for a fact that I didn't do that. The odd thing was two weeks later they found a bullet lodge in the back of my head.

They had said I tried to shoot myself after I had realised what I had done. One of the people, who I spoke to, a doctor, told me that the angle of the entry wound and bullet displacement showed that I would have been impossible for me to have shot myself. I would have had to have a third arm coming out of my back in order to achieve that angle.

Looking up when I heard my name being called, "Doctor Hathaway, Hathaway. Are you ok?" I shook my head, got up and left the room making straight for the bathrooms where I threw up the contents of my stomach. I felt extremely hot, almost as if my skin was on fire.

I lay down against the cool ties feeling instantly better but the horrible thoughts that were plaguing my mind still continued to make me feel ill. Feeling another round coming up, I barley was able to move my face over the bowl of toilet.

I heard a soft familiar voice call my name just before the bathroom door opened. I saw Lissa standing over me. When she saw the state I was in she immediately rushed forward and put her hand on my forehead and then proceeded to tell me that I was burning up. I wanted to snap at her but I had no energy at all. Felt my eye begin to close thinking I was going to pass out but then I felt a horrible stinging pain surge through my body coming from my cheek.

It successfully jerked me awake, and also out of whatever funk I was in. Lissa rattled off some medical sounding thing and told me that it was when your thoughts or memories make you physically sick.

Sitting up I leaned against the wall and looked at her, "How did you know that it was my thoughts that were making me feel nauseous?" she looked at me with a sad smile and said, "I could see you looking greener and greener during the meeting and I just assumed. Plus nausea is when you feel sick not when you get sick that is a totally different thing. I hadn't even known that she was in the meeting; I didn't even know who was in that meeting other than Stan, Dimitri, Tasha and me.

Kirova walked into the bathroom, took one look at me and told me to take the rest of the week off. This was strange due to the fact it was Monday. I knew I couldn't do that but I knew that today I wasn't going to be able to work, so I told her that I would take today and maybe tomorrow off just to get over whatever it was that I was in.

Getting up, I made my way over to my car and just before I got in Lissa came running up and gave me a box of tablets and told me to take two everyday starting today to help me with the feeling sick. Thanking her I got in and popped two in my mouth and swallowing without any water. I pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the prison.

I felt my eyes begin to droop after about ten minutes of driving. I tried to fight the tired feeling but it just wasn't going away I closed my eyes and I felt my head drop and my hands slipped off the wheel, I felt the car swerve. I was jerked awake by the sound of a car horn, the screech of tires and a hard bump that jerked me forward causing me to hit my head on the steering wheel.

OOOOO I wonder what could have happened? Ag man I already know what happened could Rose have dreamed it?

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Ash…