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Chapter 13 Two-Faced, Tit for tat
RPOV (from the moment they get attacked)
Things are never the same, a first love is a journey, learning by making mistakes that you hope to never repeat. A few lucky ones find it right away, I envy those people every day. Life is all about stumbling until you finally find steady feet keeping you balanced. Leaning on the shoulders of the one you love when you can't fix it yourself. Difficult decisions that you need another opinion or a voice that reassures you it is the right choice. Not picking out a Christmas tree or what color your dress should be. Those things you made up your mind about, cause you have a certain vision every year. Regrets, those are pesky little pixie chattering in the back of your mind. I miss him, I shouldn't, he doesn't want me but what if he changed his mind. He always joked when I offered to make diner. Inside jokes, you both understand only that doesn't matter anymore.
He is gone... Hollow in my chest aching to be filled with the love he once felt for me. Why did this all happen? Can someone please help me...
Breathe, breathe, run run run run, hide when he comes... He might be angry or is he happy to see me? Do I look pretty or does he think I look like a whore? Help me help me get away... Stand up straight don't slouch or he will hurt you.. run run run when the evil man comes... Smiling he seems in a good mood until he hears crying. Hush-hush hush it is ok mommy is here to hold you. Rage is written all over his face looking at you with disgust. One day you will be saved you see, he will come for us, my Comrade
Whimpering I can smell him, he is everywhere, why does my mind torment me? When you have a bad dream you simply wake up then all of it disappears. You tell yourself that it isn't real even though your heart is racing. When it has become your life you can't, what makes it terrifying. Becoming submissive is the only way to please the demon that was controlling my every move. Desperately wanting to be loved after being rejected considered an outcast. My first mistake was to trust him. The moment I opened my heart to him I should have known he was never going to let it go. Good memories tarnished by bad ones because I no longer remember them.
Always close to escaping but never brave enough to walk away. I became something I swore I never would, a pet, slave, good little housewife serving her husband. Technically we weren't married but the invisible shackles around my wrist felt like it was that way. Not a good marriage, no, one that I walked on eggshells hoping to please him. Piece by piece I became obedient praying he wouldn't hit me.
Some days I screamed at myself in the mirror telling the person in the reflection to remember. That those bruises shouldn't be there. To walk away never to return but instead, I crawled back into his arms. He loves me in his own twisted way or at least that is what I told myself. Justifying things that should have never happened. Blaming myself for making him act that way. Never again will I allow another person to bring me down. This ends now or it will be the death of me!
Every time I close my eyes I see him staring at me with pure hatred. The needle he stuck in my arm when I tried to get away from him. Struggling to remember all the things that he did to me. Pain that he inflicted on my already bruised body. Fighting the best I can when he tries to lift me up from the hospital bed. I knew he would be back. Fearing that the moment I close my eyes he finds us. Threatening as he holds his small fragile body, my sweet son. Demanding mommy listen or bad things will happen. My mind is aware that he is close by. Trying to make my limp body move as I hear the screams of my little ray of sunshine. They can't take him, he needs me, why can't I move… Darkness, my eyelids are heavy doing their best to stay shut.
Why is this happening? Dimitri? Is that who I hear? HEEELPPPP! PLEASE HELP OLEG! YOUR SON NEEDS YOU! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! WHY ISN'T MY VOICE WORKING! Moisture is starting to form, I can feel it escaping, rolling down the side of my face. Don't give up Rose, dammit! Try to move your hands, anything…
My head is throbbing, a crashing sound makes me anxious especially since I can't see who it is. Finally, after a few attempts, I can open my eyes, then I see a large body on the floor probably unconscious. Is it him? Blinking a few times I do my best to focus on the person. Significant features that will tell me who it is. FUCK! That has to be detective Zeklos! Don't know if I am relieved or disappointed right now. Lies, it is the latter, how I wished he was here... Did my mind then somehow conjure his presence here, or was my Comrade really here. He has to be, he promised forever, that is what he said. Trying to take a deep breath I panic. Oh god, there is something shoved down my throat! Clawing at it the tube is slowly removed by another person making me gag. Even though my vision is still a bit blurry I vaguely see another familiar figure. Blinking a few times I can't stop coughing. Gently a straw is pressed against my lips. 'Drink slowly' that voice… His face is no longer pale, locks of blond hair are sticking to his face.
Cocking his head to the left he is waiting for me, studying my features the same way as I am looking at his. He places a finger to his lips in a way that he is telling me to be silent so I obey. The gun he is holding in his hand looks recently fired. He is checking Ivan for a heartbeat? Nodding he seems pleased with his findings. Piece of paper the size of a matchbox he slides underneath my pillow. Mouthing a silent 'sorry' he smiles sadly before piercing my skin with a needle. Before I have a chance to protest I slip back into the darkness.
Waking up I hear a sensual timbre laced with a Russian accent. First I feel a smile starting to form on my face what soon turns into a scowl. 'SLAP! SLAP! You son a bitch how dare you to leave us like that!' grabbing him by the collar of his shirt I stare into his.. 'Oh, gulp.. uuuh I thought I saw a fly on your face detective.' Straightening out the wrinkles I created by tugging on it I grimace. Seeing the bandage around his neck makes me even feel more guilty. Does this count as an assault or battery case? Wouldn't be the first time… he wasn't wearing a uniform at the time. Was an accident though, he should have known better to wake me up like that. He could have been an alien or criminal trying to abduct me. That was when he was still in love with me.. before he decided we weren't good enough…Dimitri...
Tears are rolling down my cheeks faster than the IV-drip I am currently hooked upon providing me with painkillers. Babbling words sound more like a bunch of consonants without any vowels. 'Dmtr thght y hm srry dctv Zkls. Hrt? Pls dn't rrst mmm mmm, k?' Gently squeezing my hand he smiles sadly distancing himself a little. This makes me cry harder for some reason, poor Ivan. Pulling him closer he prepares for another attack. Patting his chest to reassure him looks more like petting his chest. He does work out clearly, a chuckle makes me realize I haven't stopped. Damn, this just became even more awkward, awesome Rose.
'What do you remember Rosemarie? I mean Rose?' licking my lips I command my brains to work. Nothing, absolutely nothing… Instead of answering I shrug my shoulder disappointed. 'It isn't very uncommon to lose your memory. Hopefully, this is temporary without any severe consequence. Frowning I rub my arms, on my left I see a fresh puncture mark. Did I miss something? It somehow feels important... N… nappies? Bee? Did I get stung by one? No that isn't right, well you can be in the hospital for that. Favorite transformer of.. 'OLEG! Where where where is he?' frantically searching the room I see another bed. In it is… is…is… 'DIMITRI!' two hands stop me from getting up.
'He got hurt when trying to distract that asshole.' His face is full of disgust saying it. Whatever he is saying fades into the background. All I can see is him, his brown silky locks spread on the pillow like a halo. Ivan then stops talking following my gaze 'He came looking for you' that gets my attention. 'Why?' after making it very clear he didn't want me it is the one thing I want to know. If he knows the answer, wait a minute, he still hasn't told me the whereabouts of my, our son. Maybe he got hurt too, Sydney is probably looking at him, right? That has to be it…. 'He remembered' what? 'They drugged him Rose, your friend Vasilissa Dragomir to be exact.' Clenching my fist I grind my teeth to the point they hurt. Welcoming the pain I see red, she is not my friend at least not anymore.
'Tell me everything.' Not skipping anything he explains everything he knows. From the planned kidnapping to the recovery. How he refused to take his "medicine" what turned out to be a special kind of drug. Not the sort to keep the nightmares away. The ones that made all his memories fade away. Growling when explains the involvement of Christian also other officers refusing to let him see the reports. One person that saw through it, that helped him reach out to Dimitri, Alberta. Force to be reckoned with, she believed me when I said something was wrong. A rollercoaster of emotions overwhelms me elevating my heartbeat to a dangerous level. 'Calm down Rose or you will pass out, breathe, breathe, breathe…' I need, I need my Comrade…
Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed desperate to go to him a firm arm wraps around my waist. He isn't stopping me, he is helping me get to him. Understanding the need to touch him cause somehow it feels like I am dreaming. My first attempt to climb on the bed goes wrong. When I start to slip he picks me up then gently lays me next to the other half of my heart. Peppering his face with kisses I pull myself on top of him hoping I won't hurt him. He still has some explaining to do but for now, I need him. Inhaling his crisp scent it feels like I can finally breathe again. Home..
However, it takes 48 hours for him to regain consciousness. Agonizing hours were my heart gets torn apart. THEY TOOK MY BOY, MY PRECIOUS LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE… He is innocent, how can you be so heartless. Running his fingers through my hair he tries to soothe me. Promising he will get him back 'Roza, my Roza they will pay for this.' Numb is how I feel inside, gaining one thing but having to lose the other. With what purpose? They are hiding things from me. Distracting me with other things.
That's when it happens, covering my body with his the ceiling collapses. Hissing his name like a vampire shielding himself from the sunlight. Bile rises in the back of my throat 'Cccchrissssstian' dirty traitor.
When giving birth your body produces Oxytocin it reduces stress. Also calms you down and helps to cope better with the pain during labor. It is a known fact that the baby will also produce oxytocin before and during labor. They call it the love hormone for a reason as it will make you feel more affectionate and selfless. Your body is doing everything to protect the child.
Many things in life are scary, snakes for the way they move as they attack their prey. Dart frogs cause their poison is so potent that it can kill 10 grown men. Pufferfish or blowfish is 1200 times more lethal than cyanide. To think that when eating the wrong piece you signed your own death warrant. What is on top of the list may or may not surprise you. Humans, we are basically animals too destroying the world slowly. Creating horrifying weapons to annihilate our worst enemy. Only they forgot me, the daughter of Abe Mazur, mother of a child. When someone touches or hurts my baby they will bleed.
Momentarily forgetting about all my injuries I push myself up. Snarling I approach the person bleeding on the floor using my medical trolley as support. The gash on his forehead clearly shows he put up a fight. Unfortunately for him, he chose wrong, so I don't give a flying fuck. Turning him on his back he groans, without a second thought I slap him. It's so hard my hand begins to tingle making me flinch. SHIT, guess my body is more awake than I thought. Should have taken the painkillers Sydney offered me an hour ago. Refusing many times I am scared Oleg will need me. That he is waiting for me to get him, hiding somewhere in a corner. Clenching my fist I count to ten, when I get to one I take a deep breath. Grabbing the collar of his shirt I start to shake him. 'WAKE UP YOU BASTARD!' My muscles are weak making it hard to hold on so he slips from my weak grip. With a loud thud his head slams against the hard floor. Frustrated I want to scream, that doesn't mean I give up. Stumbling to the nightstand I grab the first thing my hands can get a hold of. A straw, well that doesn't…the throbbing in my head triggers a memory. Drinking, waking up, 'NATHAN!' both men look at me with a surprised look on their faces. Searching for the note underneath the pillow my fingers soon find it. Carefully examining it my hands are shaking. ~With no limbs or eyelids he is a cold and ruthless creature~.