Hey everyone! Thanks for all of the reviews last chapter! I couldn't stop typing this last night but I must say I cheated by adding a flashback that was a page and a half long :} Anyways I hope you like the chapter and ENJOY!

RPOV

He was the one from my dream; the one with the melted, brown eyes that was sitting beside me on the bed.

It came clearly now, like the shadows that encased his body were slowly drifting away. Like then, his eyes mesmerized me as if I wanted to be folded inside his large, strong arms and rested my head on his muscled shirt.

However, this never happened.

What happened was that he ended up sitting on a couch in the middle of the living room while I stood in the middle of the room staring at him. His eyes never left mine either, besides when he got shocked by something Lissa or Doreene said, but then he would just find mine again with joy or sadness or hope.

"That sick bastard!" He exclaimed once Doreene came to the part where we stopped last time. I couldn't say it then nor could I say it now, but this time I didn't get the urge to run from the room. Dimitri, his name that I heard about so often, let the thoughts click in his head about what happened.

"But Dimitri," Lissa interrupted seeing the strong urge of longing appear in eyes. For what, I didn't know. "She doesn't remember it happening."

The longing in Dimitri eyes faded but never entirely went away as fury entrapped his features once more.

"I can't-no, forget that, I can believe Nathan would do that. He's a disgusting bastard that has taken everything away from her and-"

"Is torturing me every second of the day because I can't remember what he has done to me? Has took me away from family and friends that I don't…even…remember? I can tell you everything that is hitting me right now you don't have to discuss as if I really am dead." I stated, choking on tears as my anger got the better of me.

I didn't mean to snap at him, and immediately felt bad when his eyes turned pained at what I said last. Frowning, I took a step forward instantly to comfort him but stopped.

He noticed this but didn't say anything about it. He stood up, not moving any closer before saying, "I'm sorry Roz- Rose, and it's just hard for me to take all of this in. I-"he stopped, not having the words to continue.

"I'm sorry for snapping," I told him before looking down at the floor, "I need to use the restroom, Lissa could you…"

"Third door on the left on the second floor," she told me immediately. I nodded and walked out of the room and towards the large staircase. Once I found the bathroom, I locked the door and sat down on the side of the large tub inside.

Trying to breathe was hard, I placed my head between my knees, but it didn't help a lot. I looked up, staring at the gold trimmings of the room before catching a glance of a large body mirror on the wall to the left.

I stood up and slowly walked over staring at myself for a very long time. I traced over the scar on my face and then continued to another one that started at my shoulder and made a small curve around my arm. I continued down the arm and rub my thumb over the ring around my wrists from where, the doctors said, rope burned through my skin from being wrapped around my wrists tightly.

They marks were on both wrists, and then small scar scattered around my other arm, all noticeable but easily forgettable. Leaning down, I lifted my red dress up and over my head letting it fall to the floor like a waterfall.

I looked at the mark that started from the bottom of my breast and down towards my waist. A simple mark was on my stomach where the doctors said that a knife was stabbed through and then left there.

All over my legs were scratching and the same marks on my wrists were on my ankles. I closed my eyes to get away from my beaten body but it stayed etched in my head.

I've always wished, since I woke up in the hospital, that I could remember what happened to me. I wished that I could remember if I had friends or family, but now that I see them and now that I know most of what happened to me, I didn't want to.

I wanted to go back to Oregon, I wanted to eat dinner with my boys and help Doreene wash dinner afterwards and the talk to John as he got up early the next morning.

"Rose?" A voice called softly from the door. I looked up, staring at the plain white door that had a blurry edge to it. Wiping my eyes, I felt the wet texture of tears as they fell down my cheeks.

"Who is it?" I croaked, clearing my throat say the lump in my throat would go away.

"It's Dimitri, can I come in?"

The lump in my throat returned, and I crawled my way over to the door and unlatched it before moving back for him to come in.

I knew I should have covered myself before he came in, but he gave no show of looking at my unmentionables because he was quick to look into my eyes.

I looked away before he could and stared at the bright, red dress lying on the ground. Out of my peripheral, I saw him take a couple more steps inside before closing the door shut.

"Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling beside me. I snorted in response and he sighed before saying, "stupid question."

"Yeah," I muttered, biting my lip.

"Is that a 'yeah' to if you okay, or is that a 'yeah' that was a stupid question?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

"A little of both," I replied, the ghost of amusement lighting up inside me.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked, resting his back on the cabinet behind him. I stared at him, trying to see what his motive was. He knows that I don't remember him, but he is sitting here ready to listen.

I could still remember the way his eyes shot through my core and how is touch render me speechless, but it didn't help that those didn't help me remember who he was, or why he was so easy to talk to now.

"I'm confused," I finally admitted. His eyebrows lowered as if he himself was experiencing confusion.

"So am I," he replied, pulling his knees up so he was almost in the same position as me, "but what for?"

"I honestly don't know what's going on. I wanted this, for so long, to meet my family and see my friends again, but not under these circumstances, not when I don't remember them and not when they hope that I would. I don't know what to think or what to do and everything is just hitting me all at once." I told him, shaking my head. He thought about it and I saw his finger twitch as if he was going to move it towards me.

"I understand, maybe not fully, but I guess I'm in the middle of wondering if this is real or another dream." He told me, sighing. I stared at him, wondering how it was like that we were in the same position.

"Me too," I breathed.

I met his eyes and he smiled weakly at me, "I just can't believe you are actually here." I broke contact with him immediately.

"Are you mad?"

"Mad?" He asked surprised, "what for?"

"Because I can't remember you or anyone else?" I told him, lowering my head in shame. I felt warmth linger on my chin as his finger tilted my face back up.

"No Rose, I'm not mad at you, no one is. Nathan is the cause of all of this, not you. I'm mad at myself if anything." He said, shaking his head in remorse.

"Yourself?" I asked surprised.

"I was the reason why you left the house that night. You were looking for me when a van pulled up and grabbed you. I tried to run towards you as fast as I could, but it was gone and I was left with no clues or help." He said, hiding his face from me. I reached over and touched his hand, and before I realized it, I was staring at him differently.

"What do you mean your quitting, Rose; photography is your passion, something that you have done since you were little. Why would you want to give it up?'

"I don't fit with me anymore Dimitri, as you probably heard. "

"That's bull Rose and you know it," he stated, eyeing me critically. I bit my bottom lip and looked away.

"It's the truth," I muttered loudly so that he could hear me. He sighed and walked closer to me, I could feel his eyes boring holes into the side of my face. Soon enough he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway and then into my room. He sat me down on the bed and then started searching through my stuff. "What are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"Searching…here it is," he murmured, pulling out my camera that I had under some clothes in my drawer. I eyed the device warily, watching as he brought it closer and then placed it in my hands. The cold metal, smooth over my fingertips, was placed into my hands perfectly, giving me control of any memory that came across my path.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat before dropping the camera onto the bed beside me. I didn't look up at Dimitri, but I could see his tense figure out of the corner of my eye. He reached over and placed the camera back in my hands, holding my wrists in place so that I wouldn't put the camera back again.

"I might not have known you for a long time like all of your friends Rose," Dimitri whispered, kneeling in front of me, "but I know that you love photography and that if you could you would be behind the camera every single minute of every hour of every single day. When you have the camera in front of your eyes, you make people wonder what is behind it, who is hidden from them, what secrets are held within them and what they are thinking when they press their finger down and capture another moment in time.

"With every click that I hear from that camera, I wonder what exactly is going through your head. I want to know the secrets hidden with it, and every time I hear that small noise, I see joy lit up your features, This is something that you enjoy Rose, don't give it up because you think that you don't deserve this joy anymore, because you think that it isn't fair that you can be happy but Mason can't." I gasped but continued looking at the ground.

"I know you Rose, I know what you're thinking, and you have captured my mind since I first met you, but you cannot think that giving up your joy will make Mason happy, I think it will be the exact opposite. He would hate that you were doing this," he stated, shaking my hands. I flexed my fingers around the camera once more.

"I can't Dimitri, you don't understand," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Yes I do, when I was little I absolutely adored my father, he was my role model. He was the one that owned the combat building that I now own. He taught me every day about new combat moves and wanted to be just like him when I grew up." He sucked in a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly.

"Over the years I started seeing a change in him, something vile that starting sneaking into his eyes. Soon he never had time to teach me, but I always went to building so that I could work on my moves myself. I mostly taught myself everything I knew.

"When I was thirteen, my father had crossed the line. He wasn't the nice, happy dad that taught me combat, he was the cruel, selfish, father that ruined my life. I came home from school and heard yelling and things being broken from inside. I ran in and saw my dad hitting and kicking my mom with my little sister Viktoria sobbing violently. She barely five at the time, and it was horrible for her to see what her own father was doing.

"I got Viktoria to move under the kitchen table and wait for me to come and get her while I went back into the living room and walked straight up to my father and socked him in the face." He had a look of grim satisfaction on his face as I absorbed all of this information that Dimitri was telling me.

"I was already taller than him, stronger than him, and I continued beating the living shit out of him until my mom pulled me off of him. My father was enough alive to crawl out the front door while I slammed the front door in his face and I never saw him again." He stopped, and I saw the anger hidden in his eyes. I placed a comforting hand on his arm, but I realized that he wasn't done yet.

"I stopped doing combat, I stopped going to the gym and I locked up my father's combat place. It was my passion, to fight, to be in control, but after I learned so much from my father I didn't think that I should continue it. It was the worst mistake of my life.

"I was with my best friend Ivan; we were going out to party for the New Year. We had been there long when Ivan had gotten mad when he saw his girlfriend kissing another guy. We were around eighteen at the time, and I had almost forgotten everything that I have known about fighting or any type of combat." This time a look of pain fell over his face. I gripped his hand in mine tightly, not worried that he had been yelling at me five minutes before.

"I was chasing after him, and it was already dark. He went through a dark alley, a short-cut that we used daily. I saw a man come out from behind some trashcans and he started attacking us. If I would have kept up my combat training I probably would have beaten the man without a struggle, but he managed to beat both Ivan and I up pretty good. He had a knife and he had cut me several times, though I only have one scar," he said, tracing a line that I couldn't see over his stomach. I gasped, horrified at Dimitri getting hurt this bad.

"I was unconscious immediately, and when I woke up, Ivan was dead. He died from internal bleeding, something that I managed to avoid. He was beat up really good and I felt that it was my fault that he was dead." This time his eyes really did water and he wiped away the tears feverishly.

"I started training again immediately, thinking that I shouldn't have ever stopped, because it could hurt me in the future and I would regret it, and I did," he whispered, turning to face me. I touched his face and rubbed my thumb across the stubble settling there.

"I'm sorry Dimitri, I'm so sorry," I whispered, wiping a stray tear away. He squeezed the hand that I still held in my grasp in thanks and I reached up and kissed his cheek. "Photography though isn't going to be live and death, I'll survive without it," I told him, my breath fanning across his cheek. He shook his head and pulled out of my grasp.

"You will regret it though Rose, you have to know that," he told me. When I gave him no response he put the camera back in my hands and kissed my forehead as he stood up. "Just think about what I said Rose," he whispered as he walked out of the room.

"You were trying to convince not to quit photography." I whispered, looking up at him. He seemed shocked, and stared at me. "You told me about Ivan and-"I didn't have the heart to continue.

"H-How did you remember that?" He asked, tightening his hold on my hands making me realize they were in his hold.

"It happens sometimes, there's no rhyme or reason it comes if it wants to. I've never remembered so much before though, you opened yourself to me, you cared about me, and I should have listened…"

"I did care about you Rose, a lot more than I realized at the time." I looked down at our hands and wondered what would have happened if I wasn't taken.

"How did we meet?" I asked him, peeking up at him through my lashes.

"I don't think I should push these memories into you Rose, you need to remember on your own." I grimaced and looked away.

"And what if I don't?" I whispered, looking at us through the mirror.

"There are a lot of people in the living room right now, who are willing to help you through this. If you never remember, than that's just more room to make more memories in isn't it? I know that you don't know me as well as you did before, but if you let me, I would like to help you." I looked at him fiercely trying to remember him and to figure out how nice he is to me.

"I would like that very much Dimitri, and thank you for talking to me." I whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm just glad that I got a second chance," he replied.

"With what?"

"You."

I blushed and looked away from his eyes. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I found strength that hadn't been there before that said everything will be okay…in time. And maybe Dimitri can just help me do that.

DPOV

She was still just as beautiful as she blushed, and I had the urge to brush my fingers lightly over her cheeks. I knew I must have thought this over a 100 times, but it was still so hard to believe. After all these months, she was really here.

At first, I thought I was seeing a ghost, like she was here to see everyone mourn her, but once I touched her, felt her warm skin against mine, I knew she was real.

I was given a second chance.

It didn't matter that she didn't remember me, it was better than what I thought had happened the months she was d- missing. I never should have given up, that is what Babushka was angry at me for, that I gave up on Roza before she could be found.

While I gave up, she was in the middle of dying in a field where Doreene's husband was lucky to find her. I really had almost lost her, and I was only glad that she was here with me now.

She stood up, bringing me with her because I was still holding her hands. She smiled at me and I wanted to wrap her up in my arms badly. Did she feel the wire connecting me to her?

"I guess everyone will be missing us by now." She said, unwrapping her hands from mine. I instantly missed the contact but didn't protest.

"Ladies first," I said, waving her forward. She opened the bathroom door and exited before me, leaving me to walk behind her.

"Rose, there you are, we were just leaving," Doreene said to Rose. "Did you want to come, or…" Rose looked conflicted as she looked at the others on the living room and then at me. I smiled and gave her a nod saying it was for whatever she wanted to do.

"I could show you to your house Rose, maybe being somewhere familiar would help…?" I offered, putting another option out there. She bit her lip before pulling Jeremiah and Doreene down the hall.

"How did it go?" Lissa asked walking up to me. I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled.

"I told her that whatever happened , we would be there for her, whether she remembered or she didn't. But I still can't believe-"

"That she's really here? I can't either," she whispered smiling.

"It's like a dream," Mia said, snuggling in Eddie's side.

"A very, very good dream," Adrian added grinning.

"I'm worried though," Sydney whispered, making us look in her direction. She looked up at us with wide eyes but kept her body hidden in Adrian's embrace. "What if she remembers? That will leave her traumatized."

"We will help her through it then, with whatever it takes." I told them, sitting down on the couch.

"My poor, baby girl," Janine sighed, staring at the doorway where Rose had walked out of.

"I thought I would never see her again, Nathan had the power to kill her, he threatened me about killing her and I would watch, but he was a weak man and I'm glad Rose was strong enough to survive," Abe said, closing his eyes.

We stayed in silence after that, waiting to see if Rose would stay or go. She came in about five minutes later with no sign of Doreene or Jeremiah.

"I would like to go home," she whispered, looking at everyone before meeting my eyes. I smiled and nodded, standing up to join her at the door. Lissa moved with me and took Rose's hand.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" She asked hopefully.

"How else will I get my memories back?" She said, giving a slight smirk. Lissa said bye, along with all of the others before I ushered her out of the door and towards the driveway.

"Um," I realized that I didn't have a vehicle but the second I turned around, Christian was walking towards us with a set of car keys in his hand.

"Make sure you return it," he said smirking before handing me the keys. I thanked him before moving Rose towards their garage and into Christian's black pickup.

"Thank you for doing this Dimitri," she whispered as we drove through the pitch black. I looked over at her and nodded.

"Anytime Rose," I said before turning my eyes back on the road.

"Do you think," she paused, making me look at her.

"Do I think what?"

"Do you think maybe you could stay at my house tonight? Or is it big enough? I don't remember, I just don't think I can stay by myself when I don't know where anything is, or what if somebody come by and-"

"Yes Rose your house in big enough and I would love to stay at your house, I wouldn't have let you stay by yourself anyways, I would feel guilty for just leaving you there by yourself especially since you don't remember anyone's numbers or anything," I said, feeling myself rambling.

"Thank you…again," she repeated.

"Like I said before, if you need anything, I'll be right there."

The rest of the car ride was in silence, but from the passenger side, Rose smiled letting me know that maybe she was warming up to me again….maybe.

"We're here," I said, pointing to her house as I parked in the driveway. It was exactly like I left it, her parents had been keeping care of it for her, even when they thought she was gone.

"This is my house?" She asked, looking at the small, two-bedroom house. I got out and walked around to her side, opening the door quickly.

"Welcome home Rose," she seemed to unfreeze at my words and grabbed my outstretched hand to help her out.

I walked beside her inside, finding the key in the plant by her door and pushing it open easily. She breathed in as she looked at her house and she looked like she was taking it all in.

"Here is the living room, kitchen, guest bedroom, bathroom, and here is your room," I explained, touring her through the house. She paused at her door before gesturing to it shyly. I waved my hand for her to go in and she cautiously opened the door.

The room was the same, and I looked at the bed, a memory resurfacing of when I laid in her bed crying for her. I felt my heart break slightly, but when I looked back at her, it healed itself up just as quick.

"I'll leave you to your things, if you need me I'll be in the guest bedroom," I told her, closing the door behind me when she continued to gaze at her things in amazement. Sighing, I walked back to the guestroom and pulled out the picture of Rose before placing it on the dresser and knowing that I didn't need to hold it anymore, I was perfectly fine with keeping it close but away.

If this was real, and I wasn't dreaming, then I didn't need a picture to get me through my days anymore. I was going to help through the big mess Nathan made, this big trick he pulled on us, and I knew in the future Rose would be just fine.

And I wouldn't let anything hurt her ever again.

This was my second chance, and I wasn't going to give up again.

Sooo? Did I catch their reactions close enough? Please review and tell me what you think? I wrote the scene in the bathroom five times before thinking this was the best way :p haha anyways thanks and Review!