Chapter 1
Under My Skin
A/N: Okay, I know the Prologue was only 555 words... I could have sworn it was longer than that. I am ashamed. D:
Well, this one will definitely be longer... Enjoy, and review please! :D
"You asshole!" I screamed, charging at him. He efficiently sidestepped me.
"I see your mouth hasn't changed. Always has and always will be filthy." Dimitri smirked, while he struck his foot out and just missed my thigh. I growled menacingly, though he seemed unfazed.
"Guys, tone it down a bit, will you? You're scaring the other workers." Eric, our neutral boss, pleaded.
As one, we turned around to face our co-workers. They all were staring wide-eyed at us, their coffees glued to their hands. One guy even dropped his donut. I laughed nervously and stepped off of the mats
All of the undercover cops-in-training slowly filed out of the room, leaving just the two captains alone. Dimitri and I.
I always knew whoever was up there hated me.
I turned to where Dimitri was standing and glared at him."Look what you did! You got us in trouble, you ignorant little prick!" He just rolled his eyes at my comment and stalked closer to me.
"Roza," He began. I flinched at the use of his childhood nickname for me. "you haven't changed a bit, have you? Still the same beautiful-albeit mean- girl I remember from all those years ago."
I snorted. "I don't think you want to mess with me now, Comrade." I walked over towards him, stopping right in front of his broad chest. "You won't come out alive."
He gripped me by the hips and pulled me roughly into him. Dimitri leaned down, putting his lips to my ear. "I can take it," He whispered.
And just like that, he was gone.
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My heart was pounding as my feet slammed onto the pavement. My steps were fast, but weak, and they were catching up to me quickly.
There was nowhere to hide. No place else I could possibly run, nor could I outrun them. I could hear their heavy footsteps trailing closely behind me, as I slowly but surely ran out of breath.
I was tackled to the ground, my lungs being smashed from the impact of the male on top of me. He had found me, and he was here to take me again. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the sound of his zipper being dragged down. Ahh, there it was. My bitter demise-
My breath caught in my throat as I sprang up in bed, sweat drenching my entire body. My legs were entangled in the sheets, making my thrashing come to a halt. Just a dream, I thought.
I quietly rolled out of my bed and into the shower, the hot water instantly relaxing my racing heart.
Dreams like this had been occurring ever since I had been... raped. I cringed every time I heard the term. I guess that was sort of why I got in to the undercover cop business. To prevent women from facing the same experience as I did.
Now, I was sure no one could touch me. I had been working even harder after the incident, more so than usual. My body was toned from the hours I spent in the gym, wallowing in my self pity.
The work did pay off, though. Every time I walked into a room, numerous wolf whistles would emerge from the ever-persistent male population. And paired with my silky waist-length brown hair, smoldering eyes the same shade, and a voluptuous bosom to boot, I was knock-out, by most men's standards.
Shutting the water off and hopping out of the shower, I padded out of the bathroom and back to my bedroom, my heavy breathing and sodden footsteps the only sounds I could hear.
Glancing over at the alarm clock on my nightstand, I realized it was only 5:30 in the morning. My usual alarm was set for 7:00.
I've been studying at this academy for a little over a year now, honing my skills to be one of the very few women police officers Montana has seen in awhile.
My dorm room still had an extra bed (Like I said, very few girls), so I had plenty of room for my things and then some. Plus, there was no chance of my screaming in the middle of the night waking anyone up, so that was a good thing.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, pondering whether the gym was a good idea. Realizing I had just taken a shower, I dismiss the idea and plop down onto my twin bed.
They could have at least given us a full mattress.
Sighing, I lay back down, still clad in my baby duck towel, and close my eyes.
Distantly, I heard the doorknob jingling, as if there were keys being forced in the lock. My eyes popped open, and I flew out of the bed, gripping my towel tighter around me as I crept towards the front door.
Using all of the basic knowledge that I had been taught here, I kept my body plastered up against the wall as my feet brought me down the hallway. My breathing was light, despite the fear that coursed through my veins.
As I reached my destination, the lock clicked and the doorknob began to turn, the door opening. It sounded as if the person behind the door was rifling through their bag for something, leaving the door slightly ajar.
I took my chance now as I pounced on the stranger behind the door. Our bodies collided as we fell as one to the floor. The man- who I now realized was very large. And by large, I mean ripped- grunted as his head hit the ground with a thud.
I screamed as I scrambled off of him and shout out my fist, aiming for the intruder's face. He grabbed my fist and brought it behind my back, along with my other arm, and pushed me up against the wall.
"Rose!" He yelled. I titled my head to the side, intrigued by the familiarity of this man's voice. And then it clicked.
I turned around, seething. "Dimitri! What the hell are you doing, you idiot!" My heart rate was still accelerated, causing me to lean against the wall with fatigue. "You scared the shit out of me."
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. After a few moments of silence, I looked over at Dimitri, wondering why he didn't respond.
His eyes were fixed on a space right below my face. Glancing down, I completely blanched. During this whole ordeal, my towel (baby ducks, no less) had slightly slid down my body, exposing more to Dimitri than I would have liked.
Hastily hiking it back up, I stared at Dimitri, my glare piercing and accusatory.
"You pervert," I hissed.
He continued to gape, his mouth finally closing after a few moments. "Uh... um," He stuttered, blinking a few times.
"That's what I thought," I said. I scoffed and haughtily walked back into my room, shutting the door behind me, preferably in his face.
Instead, he stuck his foot out just in time to catch the door, shocking me completely.
"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing," I growled, stalking closer to him. "Please leave," I said, my voice taking on a sickly-sweet tone.
"Nu-uh," Dimitri cooed, pushing past me and dumping his bag on the other bed.
I finally got it. "Oh hell no," I pleaded, widening my eyes.
"Oh, yes," He replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello, roomie! We're going to have so much fun together."
Oh Lord have mercy.