Sorry its been so long, I had a busy couple weeks, with finals and family in town. Again I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa (and what ever else you celebrate) to all and I hope you had a good break off school.
I was sitting down on the couch watching TV when the door opened. Alex was laughing so hard she was hardly breathing, and Dimitri was laughing more than anyone had ever seen him. They finally turned around to look at me.
"So I assume you had fun." I said, getting up to hug Alex.
"Yeah, my dad's awesome." She said, clearly emphasizing the dad part. They both started laughing, clearly apart of some inside joke. I just stood there, waiting for them to stop laughing. I hated being out of the loop.
"Well, Alex, I think its time for Dimitri to go. Its dinner time and almost time for bed." I said. Alex frowned, hugged Dimitri, and walked away into her bedroom.
"Hey Rose, can I speak with you for a minute." Dimitri said.
"Sure", I said as I guided him out of the front door and onto the porch. As soon as the door was shut, and I was looking at him, his lips were on mine. He started to kiss me, furiously, and I just stood there, shocked. I backed up, infuriated, and I slapped him. Hard.
"What the fuck is wrong with you." I said, shocked.
"I thought….. I thought you….. I thought you still loved me." He finally said, rubbing his face.
"Yeah, I thought I did, too, until you thought it was perfectly acceptable to KISS me. I its been 15 fucking years Dimitri, and thats a long time for you to be goofing off with Tasha, even if you still loved me. 15 years for me to move on, which I have happily done. I accepted that you were gone, that you didn't love me. I don't want you in my life, and just because I am allowing you into Alex's doesn't mean that I love you. God, you idiot." I was trying to whisper, but my voice just kept getting louder and louder. "I'm trying here."
"I-" He started, then stopped, bowing his head in a curt nod, saying "As you wish", as he stepped out of the light of my porch, and disappeared into the blackness of the night, turning yet again into the submissive monster I first knew him as. I stood there for a minute and just waited. Finally, I opened my front door, shivering from the cold, and stepped inside, shutting the door, and walked into my room. I climbed into bed, after changing into my PJ's and tried to go to sleep.
I awoke with a start. I heard a faint clanging of metal coming from down the hall. I leaned over in my bed, grabbing the stake I kept in my bedside table. I opened the door and sneaked through the hallway, never making a sound. I peeked around the corner and into the kitchen.
And busted out laughing.
Alex was standing in the kitchen with food everywhere, trying to cook. And failing epically.
"Oh honey." I said, empathetic. I guess she got my unable-to-cook gene.
I looked at the counter, and found eggs, vegetables, and other now indistinguishable foods.
"What were you trying to cook?" I asked, rubbing my hand against her shoulder.
"I thought I would cook your favorite, omelettes, and let you eat in bed." She sighed.
"Come on, I'll help you." I said, washing my hands. She sighed, but finally nodded.
After cleaning up Alex's egg mess, I grabbed the eggs and cracked a few in a bowl, whisking. I chopped the mushrooms and onions, and threw some cheese in a bowl.
"Alex, can you get me a pan?" I asked. She handed my one. "Okay, so you're going to pour the eggs into the pan, and move it around so it makes a circle." I instructed.
Finally, we finished cooking.
"Well, I better jump in bed so I can have breakfast in bed." I said, scurrying into my room. I jumped under the covers, and waited for Alex to knock. She walked in.
"I made you an omelette, Mom." She said, laughing.
"Thanks, hun." I said, grabbing the tray and started eating my breakfast.