Disclaimer- Characters aren't mine. I only own the plot!
Rose's POV
It has been a week since I went to the club. The morning after that night was a nightmare. I haven't thrown up like that for a long time so it was pure hell. Christian kept teasing me about how I acted like a 5-year-old child in front of some strangers. But the best part is I can't remember any of it. I think what happened at Olena's has hit me hard. I desperately wanted to publish that book. But it wasn't my fault.
Right now I'm sitting at the corner of the library making my notes. This is something I love to do. Sitting in a peaceful corner where nobody comes and bothers me, with a hot chocolate feels like heaven. I like this silence. So many people tell me that I'm introverted. It's right. I like being far away from this busy world. I rarely go to a club. But when I do, I enjoy it in a way nobody does. I like sitting on a bench all alone reading a book or writing something or listening to songs. Sometimes I like playing my guitar and singing out loud where nobody can hear me. I enjoy that feeling.
Suddenly my phone went off. I took it without looking at the id.
"Hello, this is Rose Hathaway," I told.
"Rose, it's me."I smiled.
"Jill, what's up?" I asked her.
"I lost my music notes Mr Ivashkov gave us. Do you have it now?" She asked.
"Give me a minute," I told her while checking my bag.
"No, I think I left it at home. How about I send you them when I go there?" I asked her.
"You are the perfect friend in this whole world. I'm sorry for asking but can you get some copies from that?"She asked me.
"Umm sure, I'll get some copies. Meet me in the class tomorrow and I'll give them to you," I told her.
"Sure. Thank you, Rose. You're the best!" I smiled.
"I know, bye," I hung up.
I went home after finishing my work. I took a nice bath, wore a comfy outfit, and took my notes before exiting the house. I have to do grocery shopping too so I've decided to take the copies before that. I went to the book shop first and took the copies and then walked to the grocery store. I can't continue to eat food from outside, I have to start cooking once again. Also, my period is due to start next week so I must stay prepared. I often forget about my period so I've kept an alarm for that. After taking all the essentials I'll need I went to the snack bar. I took some chocolate bars and biscuits.
Shit! I have to now carry all of these.
After paying I exited the supermarket. I called a taxi and went home. I carried all of these bags inside somehow managing to open the door. Just when I placed them on the counter I felt a sting on my neck and everything blacked out.
Fuck
Unknown POV
"Boss, we have her." I smiled.
"Good, bring her here. And don't even think about touching her." I told them.
" Yes, boss," I hung up.
It's time to come back, Ari.
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Rose's POV
I slowly opened my eyes to meet a dark room. Ahh! My head is hurting like hell! I tried to touch my head but fuck I'm handcuffed!
Where am I? Did he find me? But why on earth would he try to find me? We ended everything we had. Does he want me back? Hasn't he done enough?
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh! My head.
"Missed me, Little Girl?" Oh no. No, no, hell no. I heard the voice I didn't want to hear.
I heard a click and suddenly everything was too bright. I closed my eyes tightly groaning and blinked multiple times before opening them to adjust the lights. Even after I opened my eyes I couldn't adjust the lights properly, so I took deep breathes closing my eyes.
Calm down!
Calm down! Don't be panicked!
I opened my eyes once again to meet him sitting in front of me.
Just one look of him, Just one was enough. I started remembering everything. He hasn't changed much. A little bit older that's it.
He is the person, I loved the most in my life. The person, I gave everything in my life. The person who didn't trust me. The person, who took advantage of my love. The person I left three years ago. The person, I did the things I didn't want to do. The person, I cared about more than my life. The person, who didn't give a fuck about my tears. The person who acted so well.
My father.
Ibrahim Mazur!
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13 years ago, when Rose was 8.
"So what do you want for what you did?" He asked me. My jaw dropped.
OH MY GOD! He's asking me what I want. Wait, did I do something that good?
"Did I do something that good?"I asked him and he nodded.
"You did something a child at your age wouldn't even think of doing,"He answered.
"So go on, name anything you want. I'll give it to you." He continued.
Wow! I thought.
"Okay, so you'd give anything, like anything I want?" I asked him. And he nodded.
"Well, then daddy, can you umm can you give me a..." God! This is harder than I thought.
"What?" He asked me. I looked at the floor fidgeting with my dress. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I took a deep breath.
"Canyougivemeahug?" I asked closing my eyes tightly.
"Rose, Little girl, slow down. I didn't catch that."He told me I peeked at him through eyelashes.
"Can you give me a hug?" I asked him and looked up to look at his face. Did he look surprised?
I looked at my toes again. Okay, I did a bad thing. Very, very, very bad thing. I should've asked him for a guitar or a new dolly, not a hug. He never hugged me. He doesn't like when small girls like me hug him. I could feel tears gathering in my eyes.
"Is that what you want?"He asked me softly. I nodded trying not to cry.
I am a Mazur. Mazur's don't cry. I am a big girl. I should not cry.
Suddenly I felt two strong arms circling me. I gasped.
Daddy hugged me. He really, really really hugged me. I slowly put my arms around his neck. Even though we were sitting I couldn't reach him. He slowly picked me up and placed me on his lap. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder.
It feels nice.
Daddy is warm.
I feel safe.
When we pulled out, he didn't kiss my forehead as he does to Eddie. But it's okay. He hugged me.
He placed me down and smiled at me.
"Thank you." I smiled. He pattered my head and left.
If this is what it takes him to hug me, then I'll do it every day. I'll play with his laptop every day.
Flashback ends
I scoffed inwardly at the memory. I was that 8-year-old girl who desperately wanted a hug from him. I was blind with my love for him that I didn't see my father used me to get his things done.
I was gifted with an amazing knowledge of technology since I was small. I showed that to him for the first time when I was 8. Ever since he trained me. He fucking used my love to get his mafia work done.
I glared at him.
"If you're done staring, can you tell me what the hell am I doing here?" I asked him.
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A/N Guys, please understand I'm converting my Wattpad story to fanfiction, so I might miss the names. Anyway if you see those errors please forgive me.
Those are the names in my original.
Rose-Chloe
Dimitri-Dimitri
Ibrahim-Leonardo
