Guys! We're getting close to the end! Only a little bit more! Ok so this chapter was kind of hard to write because I've never written a scene like this but, I loved it. Tell me what you think!
The song used for the title of this chapter is, "Is This The End" By Joseph William Morgan
"The fuck?" I mumbled slowly waking up. My entire body hurt, my head throbbed and I couldn't move. I can't even remember going to sleep…that's when it hit me. The bus. I jolted in my seat, my head snapping up and eyes popping open. I tried to move only to find I was restrained to a chair.
"About time," came a voice that chilled me to the bone. I turned my head to find Stan standing in the corner leaning against the wall. "I thought you'd never wake up."
"What are you doing here? Where am I?" I questioned confused. I tried to hastily scan the room while keeping him in my line of sight. It appeared we were alone.
"Oh, my dear Rosemarie, I'm here to get my revenge,"
"Revenge? For what? Torturing me for 18 years?"
"You call that torture? Because I told you the truth? No, you don't know the meaning of the word torture. Torture is being in love with someone for years before they'd even look at you twice. Torture is still marrying them knowing they didn't love you hoping one day they would learn to. Torture, is having to pretend to be a father to a bastard child. Father the child your WIFE had with the man she really loved," as he said each sentence, he walked a couple of steps towards me until finally he was right in front of me. He leaned down in my face as he spoke the last sentence. "Torture is thinking that maybe after the bratty whore was gone, we could move on and she'd finally love me only for her to divorce me and kick me out of my own house."
"Maybe if you weren't a pathetic drunk the whole time she would have loved you," I spat. Before I could even flinch his hand cracked across my face. Pain shot through my skull as I tasted blood in my mouth. Sadly, the first thing to pop in my mind was the quote from 'Pretty Woman' where she asks if they have classes to teach men how to slap women. She was right.
"Shut up you bitch!" he growled. He stood up and started pacing. "She told me I wasn't allowed to seriously hurt you…yet…but maybe you tried to escape and I did what I had to do? Get me?"
"Who's she? You're not the one who kidnapped me?" I asked. I remembered bending down to grab my phone then turning around, after that everything was fuzzy.
"This wasn't my idea no. Mine was just to kill you. Almost succeeded with that car crash. Just had to pay Ralph off a little bit and he was way too excited to do it. When it failed, she approached me with this plot, allowing both of us to get revenge, I jumped at the idea."
"Who is she?" I asked.
"You'll find out soon enough." He smirked. "For now, it's time to go pay your little friend a visit."
"Who? Who else do you have here?" I asked.
"Already forgotten your mousy little assistant that quick?" he smirked.
"Don't hurt her! She's not part of this."
"No, my dear, she's the reason you're here," he smiled looking like pure evil and insanity before turning and leaving the room. Once he was gone, I took a look around the room. I was in what looked like a concrete basement. The room was mostly bare with a few boxes stacked in the corner. The chair I was in was in the middle of the room. My feet were tied together then tied to the legs of the chair. My arms were tied behind the chair. My shoulders were already stiff from being held back like this. I pulled on my ropes to see if there was any slack I could use. There wasn't but I could just reach up and grab part of the rope. I started pulling at it hoping I could loosen something. All of a sudden, the door opened again and Stephanie was pushed into the room crying. Her hands were tied.
"Tell her, tell her how this was all your fault. How you've been the one betraying her this whole time," Stan said shoving her again.
"It was an accident. I'm so sorry," she sobbed.
"Tell her!" he yelled.
"It's my fault you're here," she said dejectedly hanging her head. Then she pulled her head up and looked at me, "But it was an accident!"
"Shut up!" he yelled slapping her so hard she fell.
"Leave her alone," I told him not wanting to watch him abuse her.
"Would you rather I come hit you?" he asked as he kicked her. She let out a scream and curled into a ball.
"Leave her alone, your issue is with me not her," I told him reluctantly. I didn't want him to come after me but I couldn't watch him torture her. As long as he stayed away from my stomach I would be ok.
"So, you do want me to hit you…What's the matter? Not getting enough attention? You always were an attention whore," he taunted coming over towards me. "Not so tough now."
"I never wanted your attention," I spat at him angrily. "I wanted as far away from you as I could get."
"BITCH!" he yelled backhanding me. My already sore head exploded in pain but I held my scream in. "After everything I did for you, this is the thanks I get?"
"What did you do for me? Abuse me? Call me names? Treat me like yesterdays trash?" I asked not able to hold it back. "You were a monster. I'm so thankful I'm not your real daughter."
He roared as he kicked my chair and the chair tipped. I was able to twist so most of the impact went to my shoulder but my head hit also. Pain exploded in my shoulder as the world started fading. My last coherent thought/action was realizing my legs had enough slack I could pull my knees up to semi-protect my stomach. Then everything went black.
"Dimitri?" I called out walking around our cabin. I opened the door to the downstairs studio but it was silent. The whole house was. Suddenly I felt a chill. Something wasn't right. All of a sudden, I heard a baby crying down the hall.
"Comrade? Where are you?" I asked going towards the crying. When I opened the door, I was shocked to find Stan standing by the crib, the baby inside screaming but luckily Stan wasn't touching her. The pink bedding blocked off my vision of her but I could hear her.
"Get away from my baby," I told him angrily.
"Or what?" he taunted reaching a hand inside. Before he could touch her, I was across the room, I kicked at the back of his knees knowing getting him on the ground would be my best bet. I connected and he wobbled but didn't quite fall. He laughed as he launched at me. Suddenly there was more crying from across the room. I looked and found another crib, this one with green bedding. Again, I couldn't see the baby inside but knew he was there. That distraction was all Stan needed though to throw me to the ground. The door burst open as Dimitri walked in. I sighed in relief but my relief was short lived when I heard a gun shot from the hallway and saw the blood slowly start spreading across Dimitri's chest as he fell to his knees. He looked over at me and whispered 'Save them' before collapsing completely. I sobbed as he hit the ground and shouted out for him but it was too late.
"Aw poor Rose," Stan taunted. I kicked at his legs and this time succeeded to knock him down as I climbed to standing. I kicked him in the ribs then ran to the little girls crib. Before I made it, he grabbed my ankle and I fell. My head hit the crib on the way down. I could feel myself fading as my heart sank realizing I had failed my babies yet again. I looked up to see a faint image of a little boy with dimitri's eyes and my hair.
"Connor?" I asked somehow knowing it was him.
"Mommy save them. You can do it." he said walking towards me.
"I couldn't save you," I sobbed.
"You weren't supposed to. It wasn't your fault mommy," he said softly putting a hand on my cheek. I sobbed harder.
"I'm so sorry," I told him. He bent and laid beside me as I held him to me as everything else faded.
"It's ok mommy. I'm ok but now, you need to wake up and save them. They need you now."
"What if I can't?" I asked holding him tightly.
"You can. I believe in you mommy. Now wake up."
"Rose…Rose!" Came a whispered yell from in front of me. I gasped awake. I was still laying on the ground tied to the chair. Stephanie was across from me tied to a pipe. Her feet were now tied. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank goodness. I thought you were dead."
"How long have I been out?" I asked trying to take an inventory of my injuries.
"I'm not sure but I'd say hours at least. I've been calling your name for a while."
"That explains why my shoulder and arm is numb," I grunted. I looked around knowing I needed to get back to a sitting position or I could permanently damage my shoulder laying like this. Luckily the fall seemed to have loosened up my ropes. As I started working on getting my hands loose I talked to Stephanie. "How is it your fault I'm here?"
"Amanda has apparently been using me for information. She told me it was stuff she needed as your publicist. Turns out it was just so she could keep tabs on you and pass it along to Stan. That's how they knew Dimitri was gone and you were alone. I swear I didn't realize it until she kidnapped us both. Then she taunted me telling me how I'd told her everything she needed to know and played right into her hands. I'm so sorry," she sobbed again. She hung her head as she started crying again.
"Stephanie," I said sternly getting her attention. "It's ok, you're just another victim in this yourself. You didn't do anything on purpose. I need you to calm down so we can figure a way out of here ok? I'm going to need your help. Ok?"
"Yes ma'am," she sniffled trying to stop the tears.
"Good," I smiled softly at her. I had just managed to loosen the ropes enough to almost slip my hand through when the door opened.
"I told you to not hurt her!" came Amanda's voice from the door. From my position I couldn't see her. All of a sudden there were feet in front of me and I was being lifted back up. Blood started flowing back into my arm as it filled with the pins and needles feeling. I gasped in relief that it wasn't permanently damaged.
"I didn't hurt her, just roughed her up a little. She's fine," Stan protested.
"Tell that to her black eye and bruised cheek. And the cut on her head and lip. Geez, can't you follow any directions?" she asked angrily.
"Bitch deserved it," he spat. She rolled her eyes.
"Leave," she commanded him. He sighed angrily and stomped out of the room. Based on the sounds of his stomps, there were stairs on the other side of the door. "Sorry about him. He's an ass."
"Why are you doing this Amanda?" I asked.
"My names not Amanda. I had no choice. You ruined my best friends life."
"Stan is your best friend?" I asked.
"No, he's just a pawn in this. No, she hasn't arrived yet but she'll be here in the morning."
"Who's your best friend?" I asked.
"Like you don't know," she sneered. "See, she came to me when you first arrived saying she was concerned about you messing her plans up. I tried to intervene then, tried turning the media around on you, getting America to hate you. Somehow, you always came out on top. America just ate you up. the poor, abused, tragic life story worked. Then we came up with this plan."
"So, what, are you going to kill me?" I asked.
"I'm going to let her decide what she wants to do. My part is just to get and keep you here. Which shouldn't be too hard. No one knows who to look for or where to look. Sad part is, we're right under all of their noses. We're still in Spokane. I wasn't lying when I said I had family here but, when they look into that, they're going to find that Amanda was lying and doesn't have any connections here. This is my cousins house but they're out of the country for the month. That gives us a lot of time together," she smiled.
"You realize that Abe is going to come looking for me. He has connections to the mafia…do you really want to mess with the mafia?" I asked her.
"Unfortunately, that's a chance we have to take. You can't keep running around stealing men and ruining lives. Plus, hopefully he'll realize you're too much of a hassle of an artist and drop you. Then he won't even look for you." By that, I knew she was working with Tasha…of course.
"You know what I just found out? You're going to love this. Especially because Stan knew and didn't share it with you…Abe, he's my father. So, how do you think he's going to react when his daughter is kidnapped? You think he's going to just let it go? I don't think so," I shrugged.
"What? You're lying! You don't know who your father is," she said uncertain.
"I didn't until last night. Think about it though, he's been overly protective of me and more involved with me and my career than any other artist. Why do you think that is? Don't believe me, ask Stan."
"That bastard!" she squealed realizing what I said made sense. She stormed out of the room yelling at Stan. Whoops.
After that, who knows how long passed. It was definitely hours. It made it hard to figure out how long we'd been being held. I continued working on the ropes. Finally, after a while I was able to pull my hands free. Stephanie gasped when she saw my hands come in front as I stretched them forward to relieve the tension.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"We're getting out of here," I whispered back. Once all feeling returned back to my limbs I leaned down and started on my legs. Halfway through I heard creaking on the stairs. I quickly looped the rope back around ,my legs and prayed they wouldn't look too closely. I grabbed the rope from my hands off the floor and tried to loop them around also to look like I was still tied up.
"Well, well, well, finally we run into each other at last," snarked Tasha as she came in the room. "Not so awesome now are you?"
"Why are you doing his Tasha?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Because, Dimitri was supposed to marry me. not dump me for some reject, trailer trash."
"For the record, I've never lived in a trailer. My mom was rich. The closest thing I've come to it, is living in the tour bus that I share WITH Dimitri," I couldn't help taunt. Let the record show, I have stated in the past that I'd probably die by being sarcastic at the wrong moment…hopefully today wasn't that day. I just can't seem to help myself around these people.
"You homewrecking bitch!" she yelled slapping me. Luckily, hers didn't hurt near as bad or do as much damage as stan.
"How is this going to help you get Dimitri? Kidnapping me? He's going to hate you for that," I tried to reason.
"That's where you're wrong. See, I'm going to have Stan and Amanda take the blame…only no one knows who Amanda really is so she'll get away with it. It'll just be poor Stan taking the fall when he was only the pawn."
"Let me guess, he kills me, then you come in and console Dimitri until he learns to love you?" I asked.
"Exactly. It worked the first time."
"Except it didn't. If it would have, you would have been married by the time I showed up. You would still be together. He doesn't love you, not like that. He did truly love you as a friend but you've ruined that now."
"I saw the ring, it was working."
"That ring had been in that drawer since Dimitri showed it to me in high school saying he was going to give it to me one day. It was never meant for you, I'm sorry."
"You're a liar!" she yelled.
"I'm not. You know I'm not. You used that ring as a misguided attempt to trap him. It didn't work. Move on and find somebody who truly loves you the way you deserve to be loved. Don't try to settle for second best," I told her trying to reason.
"You can try to talk your way out of this but, it's too late. The plan is already in motion. In fact, Stan is already out getting supplies as we speak."
"Ok, fine, you can kill me but, I just want you to know, I'm pregnant. Dimitri will never forgive you if something happens to our baby. He will never recover if he loses a second child," I told her honestly trying anything I could. I know it was a risk to tell her but, maybe it would appeal to her love for Dimitri.
"You're lying," she said shocked.
"I'm not. My phones in my pocket, if you pull it out and look in my pictures you'll see the sonogram picture."
"Well, I'll just make the sacrifice and have a new baby for him. Then we can be a family. I never wanted kids but, I can pretend. I'd do it for him."
"Tasha, if something happens to this baby it will destroy Dimitri. Is that what you want? You say you love him, why would you hurt him like that?"
"I'm not letting you go. No matter what. Maybe we can just hold you until the baby's born then you mysteriously die…yea that could work…" she smiled evily. "Or I could just kill you now and take the chance…decisions decisions…" she smiled again before walking out of the room. I sagged in relief as I let the ropes on my wrist drop. At least I bought a little time.
DPOV:
"It's been hours and we're no closer," I practically growled frustrated. It was almost midnight and we were no closer to finding Rose, Amanda, and Stephanie. The theory currently is that Amanda and Stephanie kidnapped Rose somehow but we're not sure how. There had to be an accomplice because someone else had to hit Butch. Other than that, we knew nothing. Apparently, Amanda had said she had family in the area but, we couldn't find any. Amanda didn't seem to exist anywhere but on paper. Butch had contacts from his military days running facial recognition but unfortunately nothing was pulling up.
"Be patient Dimitri, we're trying," Abe said. He had called some contacts of his and they were investigating it.
"I can't be patient. Every hour that passes is another hour they could be travelling further away. About then my phone rang. "It's Rose!"
"Roza?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, Rose is unavailable right now," came Amanda's voice.
"What have you done with Rose?" I asked. Butch was doing some stuff on his computer, hopefully managing to trace the call but I wasn't too hopeful.
"Relax, she's fine for now. You come after her though, I cant say the same…for her or the baby."
"How do you know about the baby?" I asked calmly.
"She told me. tried to use it as a reason we should let her go. I thought she was lying."
"She's not and if you hurt her or the baby, you will regret it. I promise that. Let her go."
"Oh, if only I could but I'm not in charge…He is," she laughed then hung up.
"Damn it!" I half-yelled.
"I was able to trace it enough to see that they're still here in Spokane. I couldn't get specific enough though."
"At least we know they're still in the city."
"I think I may be able to help," Came a voice from the door of the bus. I looked up to see Janine standing there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked annoyed and frustrated.
"Ibrihim called me. I think I have info that could help," she said walking in further.
"Stan just took a leave of absence from work. When Abe called me about Rose, I hacked into his bank account, he flew into Spokane yesterday. Tell me that's not a coincidence."
"Ok so we'll add him to the facial recognition and see what we pull up," Butch said. Chuck looked up then and nodded. He had also been knocked out before he could get to the bus. They'd even tied him up which is why he wasn't with Butch when he had called earlier. "I also on a whim looked up Tasha. Turns out she just flew to Seattle yesterday for a supposed photoshoot that doesn't exist. It can't be a coincidence that she's in Washington."
"Ok so Stan and Tasha are working together…where would they take her?" I asked.
"We're still working on that. The info helps though," Butch said calmly. On the outside, I was calm but on the inside I was raging. It's my fault Tasha is involved. If Rose gets hurt, I will never forgive myself. Adrian and Sydney had been in here but silent the whole time.
"We're going to go take a walk, Dimitri maybe you should too. You're no good to her like this," Adrian spoke up standing up.
"I'm fine," I snapped.
"Dimitri, go take a walk. Come back in a little bit once you clear your head. That's an order. I'll call you if anything changes," Abe said sternly.
"Abe, I know you're my boss but, right now I don't care what you tell me to do. I'm not a lackey to order around."
"Dimitri," Sydney said softly putting a hand on my arm gently. "Go take a walk. Call your mom and tell her what's going on. You know the press already found out so she'll be finding out soon too. It should come from you. Plus, I think you need her right now. She's always helped Rose. She helps you too."
"Fine," I growled knowing she was right. I grabbed my phone and spun out of the bus. When I was down by the river that Roza had wanted to walk to, I collapsed on the ground. I dialed mama and was surprised she answered on the second ring.
"Dimka? Is she ok?" She asked.
"How did you already know? It's like 3 am or something there."
"I don't know anything. Yeva just woke me up saying something was wrong."
"Tasha and Stan kidnapped her mama. We don't know where they've taken her," I sighed willing myself not to break down.
"We'll find her Dimka. I can feel it."
"What if its too late…She's pregnant mama," I said softly.
"I figured she was. Have faith Dimka. Roza is tough and strong. She survived 18 years with Stan. She can survive a night."
"Tasha's involved too. This is my fault. I should have been here. I should have never gotten involved with Tasha."
"Did you know Tasha was like this when you started dating her?" she asked.
"No?"
"Well, then you didn't know. You truly cared for her. You didn't know she was this mentally unstable. She had security with her. From what she told me they were both high ranking military men. If they got bested, what do you think you could have done differently?"
"I don't know but at least I would have been here. She wouldn't have been alone."
"You can't be her shadow all the time Dimka. We will find her in time. She's going to be ok. Yeva feels it so it must be so. She's worried about you though. You need to promise that you won't do anything reckless."
"Mama I can't promise anything when it comes to protecting her. I can't live without her, or our baby."
"She can't live without you either, think about that before you do something foolish. If something happens to you, saving her would be pointless. You are two halves of a whole. Only complete with each other."
"I will try mama. I promise. I'm going to go back to the bus and see if there's any developments. I'll keep you updated."
"I love you Dimka. Go get your girl."
"I love you too mama." I said hanging up. I sat there for another few minutes before walking back to the bus. As I entered Butch looked up at me.
"We have a lead."
RPOV:
Amanda had come downstairs shortly after Tasha had left and grabbed my cellphone from my pocket. I probably shouldn't have reminded them I had it but, I needed proof to tell Tasha earlier. Finally, I decided it was time to make a move. I finished untying my ankles and went over and untied Stephanie.
"Ok, I'll lead the way up. We have to be as quiet as possible. I'm hoping Stan is still out and it's just Tasha and Amanda but, we really don't know who all is up there," I whispered. I softly opened the door. I was surprised they weren't locking it. Amateurs. We softly made our way up the stairs, they only creaked once. It was painful because they were steep and my knee still hurt on stairs but we eventually made it. The stairwell opened up to a long hallway with 3 doors on the right and two on the left. The last ones on each side were open. Somehow, we made it to the end of the hallway without attracting attention. Both rooms appeared to be empty which meant luck was on our side. That scared me. this was too easy. The hallway opened up to a big living room. Directly to our right was what looked like a front door. We were almost to it when it busted open.
"Well what do we have here?" Stan smiled. "Looks like some runaways. And they say I'm the idiot. At least I don't let hostages escape."
"Don't hurt us, we'll go back down," I lied.
"Oh girl, you already messed up," he grinned maliciously before charging at me. I knew enough to duck and push him at the knees to try and get him to roll over me. It worked but he was back up quickly and yanked me down by my hair before I could stop it. I let out a squeal and quickly heard more steps in the hallway.
"What the hell?" Tasha screeched.
"Just taking care of some problems," Stan said happily.
"She's pregnant, hurt the other one!" Tasha told him.
"Oh, she is?" he smirked. "Lets take care of that."
"Stan please!" I cried truly scared for the first time.
"Oh, I love it when you beg," he laughed. By now Amanda had made it in along with 4 muscular men with guns. Guess there was security.
"Please, don't hurt my baby. I will do whatever you say," I plead knowing it was useless.
"Shut up bitch," he said. He reared his foot back to kick my stomach but before he could a scream came from the doorway.
"STANLEY STOP!" he immediately dropped his foot as we both turned, his hand still holding my hair, to see Janine in the doorway.
"Mom?" I asked. About then Dimitri stepped in behind her. He looked fierce. Like an avenging angel come to destroy. I breathed a sigh of relief but that relief was short lived when Stan yanked me up and managed to put a gun to my head. Where he even got it, I'm not sure. Tasha's guards charged at Janine and Dimitri as Butch and Chuck ran in the middle. It was 2 against 4 though because Dimitri and Janine were focused on me.
"Put the gun down," Dimitri said calmly…too calmly walking forward.
"Yea, I'll get right on that," Stan laughed pulling me closer. Luckily for me, he'd let his grip in my hair go and just wrapped his arm across my chest. One of the guards got loose and made his way towards Dimitri when out of no where Stephanie smashed a vase at him. Somehow, she managed to hit him in the head and cause him to stumble. Dimitri turned and started to fight him.
"Stan let her go now. Don't make me shoot you," Janine warned. Stan pushed me further in front of him to block himself more. I shifted my hips a little to the left pretending to be shaking from fear. In reality I was preparing to drop. Luckily for me, Dimitri went through a fighting phase in late middle, early high school. When he got worried Stan would hurt me, he taught me some self-defense. Ironic now.
"Why wouldn't it surprise me that you would shoot me," he scoffed.
"When you're holding a gun to my daughters head definitely," she told him taking another step towards us. She turned to me. "Rose, you ok?"
"I've been better," I told her. Since she was looking at me, I tried to mentally send her a message. I pulled my hands up like I was trying to pull Stans arm away from me. I turned my hand so he couldn't see my fingers as I mouthed '1, 2, 3'. When I got to three, I twisted into him then ducked my head and slip out from under his arm. As soon as I was free, I heard a gun shot ring out. By the time I'd hit the ground, Dimitri was beside me. I'd stopped watching his fight so I was hoping his guy was down.
"Roza," he breathed grabbing me in his arms.
"You're here," I smiled softly as I sat up to hug him to me.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Better that you're here," I smiled. The action hurting my face because of the bruises. He moved his hand to trace them. Here we were sitting on the floor while fighting surrounded us but I was only focused on him. That was my mistake.
"You whore!" Screamed Tasha. I turned to see her running towards us, gun in hand pointed directly at us. I gasped and leaned in front of Dimitri but he quickly pushed me out of the way as the gun went off, twice. As soon as it went off, she was tackled to the ground by Butch, the gun knocked out of her hand.
"Comrade," I gasped turning towards him. There on his chest was a big red splotch that hadn't been there before. "COMRADE!"
"Roza, did she hit you?" he gasped.
"I'm fine but you're shot!" I said. As soon as I said I was fine, he collapsed against me. I slowly lowered him to the ground. Something was thrust in front of me as someone told me to hold it to his chest. I grabbed the cloth and shoved it against his wound holding it tightly. "Stay with me comrade."
"I'm never leaving you," he gasped out.
"You better not," I sobbed. He reached up and put his hand on the side of my face as his breaths got more and more shallow. His hand dropped down as his eyes started to lower. "COMRADE. Open your eyes."
"Ok," he sighed opening them again. "You're…beautiful."
"And you're a liar but I love you anyway," I teased trying to keep him talking as much as he could.
"Love…you…too,"
"Hey comrade," I said trying to get his attention again. When he looked at me I smiled softly at him. "I think we're having twins."
"Twi?" he asked not getting the whole word out. He attempted to smile but it didn't stick.
"Yep, so I really need you to stick around. I can't handle two babies on my own."
"Ok," he breathed as his eyes shut
"Dimitri!" I yelled. Right then someone started pushing on my shoulder.
"Rose, let the paramedics in to help him," a voice came. I turned to see Adrian standing there. "The paramedics are here, they'll take care of him. We also need to get you and the baby checked out."
"I can't leave him," I told him as the tears poured down my face.
"They'll fix him but we have to let them," he said pulling me away, I reluctantly let him as paramedics swarmed Dimitri. I clung to him sobbing into his chest as I watched the paramedics work on Dimitri. Soon, there was a tube sticking out of the side of his chest and a bag in his mouth breathing for him. Janine walked over to me as they loaded Dimitri onto a stretcher and started walking him towards the front door. Only then did I look around to see Tasha, Amanda (or whatever her name is), and the guards all handcuffed surrounded by police.
"Rose, we need to go get you checked out. You're going to follow the ambulance to the hospital in a second ambulance."
"Can't I ride with him?" I asked. Following her out, dragging Adrian with me.
"They need to focus on him. We need to get you checked out," Before I could protest Adrian spoke up.
"Come on Little Red, I'll ride with you but as soon as we get there Janine and Abe will check on him. He needs you to get checked out. You've gotta check on that baby," he said getting me to look at him in the face. He brought his hand up and laid it on my stomach. When he brought that up, I nodded.
"Ok," I relented logic finally breaking through. By now we were outside. I looked up to see the ambulance they loaded Dimitri in, speeding off, sirens blaring and lights flashing. My heart dropped as more tears flooded down my face.
'Please let him be ok,' I silently prayed.
