Chapter three
The box was big and black. It was smooth, but with little cracks forming within the surface. Ancient as it was, the lock on the front made it absolutely mystifying. I wanted to go inside it and reveal it's secrets. On top of everything, it belonged to Dimitri, which made it irresistible. Since I had known Dimitri, he had been straightforward with everyone. He never hid anything. Now that this was in my reach, it made me wonder what could be inside.
Was it a gun? Was it money? Drugs? I was tempted to bust into it then and there, but I had a problem. There was a person that would totally kick my ass right above me. I was not going to let that happen again. So, I waited. It was probably hours, but it was interesting to see what he did when he didn't think people were looking. He played the piano absolutely beautiful, one after another after another. I was mesmerized.
After a little while, he stood up and I heard him slowly walking around, probably looking at the pictures. He had stopped to do something, probably to look closer at a picture, when his phone rang.
"Hello?" His Russian accent asked. Someone mumbled into his ear. "I don't know. It just happened." He paused again. " It was the only way she was going to learn! You don't understand Rose!" He was getting mad. "Alright. Bye." He slammed the phone on the desk and swore in Russian. He dropped on the floor and started doing pushups. My heart started pounding because every time he did a push up, he was more likely to see me. I saw the fierce look in his eyes when he came down.
When he finished, I heard him get up and pull something out of the cupboard. The glass hit the wood table and I shifted my body to get a better look. I just barely saw the liquid before it entered his mouth. He had a big bottle of vodka in his room!
It was like a routine for the rest of the night. Do some push-ups, drink a big gulp of vodka. Eventually he passed out while doing a push-up. I kind of felt sorry for him. Well, I felt really sorry for him. I didn't know why he was acting so… Bizarre. I crawled slowly out to be careful of my stiff muscles. I eased to my feet and lifted Dimitri onto the bed.
I absolutely loved his face when he was sleeping. His guardian mask was always lifted off his face when he slept. It was like all of his troubles were gone. I was still very worried about him though. No one just drinks and does pus all night. I was planning on keeping an especially close eye on him.
Before I left the room, I grabbed box. When I looked back at Dimitri, my heart pounded. I didn't realize how much I had cared about him until I saw him at his worst. (Or, at least, the worst I had ever seen him.)
"I'm sorry" I said. Then I left to uncover his secret.