This chapter is in Dimitri's point of view. I put it in his point of view to really capture the feel of his emotions through everything and to explain why he has acted the way he has. I hope you enjoy it.

DPOV

I was enjoying the sweet sensation of having Roza under me when we were interrupted by the door opening. Immediately I thought it was the cops. Nope. It was something far worse. And far more annoying I might add.

"What the fuck is this?"

Tasha

I quickly pulled the blanket to cover Roza. She was still wearing her white lacy panties but I still wanted to protect her. She grabbed the covers that I handed her and pulled it up to her chin. Now that that's covered-pun intended- time to deal with our problem. Tasha.

"What are you doing in here?" I shout at her while I'm quickly putting my clothes back on.

"What are you doing in here Dimka?" She questioned. Dimka. I loved when my family called me that but it honestly annoyed me when she called me that. It just seemed out-of-place.

"I think you know the answer to that Tasha. I was obviously hooking up with Rose." Okay I probably shouldn't have stated it that way. It made Rose seem cheap. And she was definitely not cheap. Tasha caught the false meaning that I was hoping she wouldn't.

"So you're fucking some cheap whore while your girlfriend is down stairs looking everywhere for you?" She asked. She was rather calm for walking in on two people about to get it on. I assume it was because she didn't want to piss me off to ruin her chances with me. And then a word clicked in my head. Girlfriend?

"Tasha you're not my girlfriend! Stop calling yourself that." I said extremely irritated. Tasha always assumed we were dating without actually running it by me. I knew she had strong feelings for me but I could never return them. Nope. My heart has belonged to Roza ever since we were little kids making mud pies in the back yard. "And she is not a whore. Don't ever speak to her that way."

"Dimka..." She whispered. I honestly don't know what to say at this point. This situation is awkward and strange. I turn around to see Rose sitting on the bed with her blanket up to her chin with a strange look on her face. I turned back to Tasha.

I let out a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. "Tasha, can we talk about this another time?" I ask. I knew she was going to rant and rave about this forever but I really needed her to go now. He nodded with tears running down her face. Once she closed the door behind her I turned to Rose.

"So..." I start.

"So what does this mean?" She asked.

"For us?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"I don't want to hate you anymore Roza. But you really hurt me." I tell her and honestly she did. What she accused my father of killed me inside. She was indirectly asking me to choose between her and my father. To believe her or to believe him. That was something I could not do and so I acted cruelly and childish towards her. It was my way of handling it.

"Dimitri. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." She says. She then gets up and puts her bra and dress back on.

"I don't think now is the proper time to talk about this." It was true. I was still pretty drunk from tonight's festivities. I didn't mean to do this with Roza but I couldn't stop myself. She is so beautiful. My body was out of my control. I honestly don't think she minded though.

"You're probably right." I walked over to her and kissed her softly.

"Can I come over tomorrow?" I ask. She nods and I finally take my leave. The night had started out so great but ended with an extremely strange turn of events. First Tasha. She left so easily. I honestly expected a cat fight or more tears. I think she is plotting revenge for later. And then my conversation with Rose. Everything ended so weird and fast. I let Christian drive me home seeing as he hadn't drunk that much.

When I got home I noticed that my dad was still awake. I tried to quickly dart up to my room but he stopped me.

"Dimitri where have you been?" He asked. He was standing in the living room. It was strange the way he was just randomly standing there.

"I was out at a Halloween party." I explain myself.

"Where?" He was asking questions as if he already knew the answer.

"Rose Mazur's house." His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Guess he didn't know the answers.

"I don't want you hanging out with that girl. She is trouble."

"How can you say that? Weren't you and Abe Mazur really close?" I was acting dumb. I knew they were but I was pretending to forget about what Rose had told me. I had to clear my suspicions. I had suspicions after Rose's accusations.

"That is in the past now." He said voice tight. It must pain him to talk about this but I couldn't stop myself.

"You heard they died right?" I asked.

"Yes but that is no reason to be hanging out with trouble makers like Mazur. Stay clear of that girl. You understand me boy?" Uh oh. He was using his authoritative voice. Not sarcasm.

"They died in a fire. Rose was there. She witnessed it all." I stated. I couldn't stop myself. I had to see his reaction. And I got one.

"She... What? No. That is not what they said in the papers." He said. He became extremely nervous looking. His forehead was gathering bead of sweat.

"Her new guardian paid off the newspapers to leave her name out of it." I didn't know if that actually happened. I was only guessing.

"What did she see?" He asked. It was a strange question to ask.

"She said that someone murdered her parents." I probably shouldn't have said that if he was the killer. I know my dad is an awful man. He is never home and when he is he becomes violent with my mother. He stopped hitting her because I had confronted him when I was thirteen but sometimes he pushes her or holds her in an overly tight grip. Long story short I know my father is a bad man but he is not a murderer. Plus Abe was his best friend. He wouldn't kill his best friend.

"That is preposterous. Nobody murdered the Mazur's. It would have shown up in the investigation." He said. Adding a nervous chuckle at the end. I strongly believe that I would be the only one to notice these guilty signs. I know my father better than anyone else. I can tell when he lies or is nervous.

"The fire destroyed everything. Nothing left to investigate."

"Exactly. Nothing left to propose foul play. Now if we are done with this conversation I need to go to bed. I think it would be best if you did too. And remember my warning. Stay clear of the Mazur girl." He said. His voice lowered towards the end. I nodded and headed off to my bed room.

As my head hit the pillow I started to think. Why was my dad acting so nervous when I brought up the Mazurs. I know that he is hiding something but that doesn't mean that it is murder. I then decided to think about other things. Happier things. I thought of Roza.

Mmm Roza. The way her soft lips felt against mine. I touched my lips with my finger as if I could feel hers again. She smelt so sweet. Like Vanilla. Sweet sweet vanilla. With a mix of warm sugar cookies. Yes that is the smell of Roza. Sweet warm vanilla sugar cookies. And with that I fell asleep.

RPOV

As Dimitri walked out the door I thought back to what happened. Tasha barged in and started to argue with Dimitri but left so easily. I never expected her to just walk away. I honestly expected her to attack me and then I'd have to chase her down with a base-ball bat. Or have someone else do it for me.

Dimitri and I agreed to talk about our situation tomorrow. I think it was the best choice seeing as how awkward it would be to talk about it right after everything that just happened. I'm still worried about Tasha. I know this is not the end of it. I think she was just waiting for a time when Dimitri isn't around so she can really lay into me. I don't really care. I can handle her.

Since Dimitri is gone I decided to change into m pajamas and go inspect the damage down stairs. And as I expected, it was a catastrophe. Red solo cups were everywhere and confetti surrounded the house. We didn't even use confetti so I have no idea where it came from.

Sam was sitting on the couch talking to some red-headed chick who looked to be in her 30s. I approached them even though they looked to be in a pretty heated discussion.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam yells. He seems pretty worked up.

"No. I'm not. I'm completely serious." She says back. Her voice wasn't as loud but you could tell she was extremely pissed by the look on her face.

"Hey what are you guys talking about?" I ask them.

"Do you see this woman right here?" Sam points to the red-head. "She is the reason why people say gingers have no souls. This woman right here."

"Excuse me?" The woman shouts. "You're the reason for the dumb blond reputation." She says right back.

"Okay okay. Lets tone it down a notch. What is this about?" I ask Sam.

"This vile creature right here believes that Fairly Fuck Parents is better than Spongebob Squarepants. Fucking ridiculous right?" He asks me. Are. You. Kidding. Me?

"Seriously?... Seriously Sam? You're fighting over a stupid cartoon?" I ask incredulous. I should have expected it. Here I am worrying about tomorrows awkward conversation and Sam is arguing over cartoons.

"Hey. Those stupid cartoons shaped my whole life. Some of my best childhood memories involve that show. I even had a spongebob lunch box okay. Do you know how hard those are to find?" He asked. Completely serious I might add.

"Sam you can find one at any grocery store." I inform him.

"No one asked you Rose." He says and gets up. I just shake my head. I look at the red-head again who still looked pissed off.

"How old are you?" I ask her. It was important information.

"32." She responded. I just nodded and walked away. There was nothing more to be said at that point.

I walk over to grab a trash can to start picking up trash. I normally don't like cleaning but it would help me get certain things off my mind. Lissa was walking out of the bathroom when I grabbed a trash bag. She looked completely wasted.

"Hey." I said to her.

"Hi." She said sweetly.

"Did you have fun?" I ask. I already knew she had.

"Yeah it was really nice. Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course. You're my best friend." I said to her.

"I heard that!" I heard Sam from the other room say. I laughed.

"You're my best GIRl friend." I shouted back so that Sam could hear. Lissa giggled.

"You're my best friend too Rose. I'm so glad we met." She then went to hug me. God. Tonight is just full of emotions. Awkwardness, anger, saddness and now mushy feelings.

"I'm glad we met too. Why don't you go pass out on my bed because you look like you're about to right here and I'll clean up a little." I tell her.

"Alright." She then yawns and heads up stairs. I should probably tell her about what me and Dimitri just did on my bed. Yeah. I should be a good friend. I drop my bag and run up to catch her.

"Hey why don't you sleep in the guest bedroom." I tell her while leading her towards that room.

"Why? Do you think I'll puke on your bed?" She asked.

"No. But you might in the morning when I tell you about what happened before you went to bed." I tease her. She gives me a questioning look but decides not to pry and retreats to the guest bedroom.

Okay. So now that that is taken care of. Time for some cleaning.

I ended up cleaning for a few hours. I got all the cups and confetti but there was still spilled drinks and people's shit that they left. Shit meaning clothes or personal items. Not real shit! I thought I should clear that up. After leading Sam to his bed and saying goodnight to the last retreating guests I made my way to my bed.

It still smelt like Dimitri. And boy was it intoxicating. I fell asleep with my nose wedged into my pillow. And had a not so sweet dream.

I was laying on what felt like a metal cot. It's hard steel was so cold against my skin. My arms and legs were tied down. Plastic cuffs held me down to the uncomfortable table. It was dark but there was still enough light for me to dimly see my surroundings. I saw rusty old walls and chains that fell from the ceiling. It looked like something that you would see in a Saw movie or the dungeon in Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I looked over to my right and my heart dropped into my stomach. There beside me lay a hospital tray with dozens of knifes and cutting utensils. They looked like fancy scissors. I knew what was going to happen. It would take an idiot to not understand what fate lie ahead.

I was terrified. I was used to pain. When I jumped from the window I suffered countless injuries and extreme pain but actually being tied down while someone cut you up slowly. That was something I did not want to experience. I started to hyperventilate while thinking of the unimaginable torture I was no doubt about to endure. Then I stopped. I remembered something my father had once told me. He said that pain was in the mind and that sometimes the worst pain is sitting there thinking about the pain. I couldn't think about it. I wouldn't let my captor take the gratification of seeing me being tortured by my own doing. By my own mind. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. This was only a dream right? Maybe I could wake myself up.

I found myself in one of those dreams where you know that you're dreaming but you can't wake up and everything feels real. It makes you question if you really are dreaming or not. Maybe Dimitri told his father about my suspicions and he sent someone to kidnap me in the night. That was a very real possibility. I was starting to question my hold on reality. Which was another thing my father warned me about. He always gave me strange but useful advice. Sometimes it was like he knew what was going to happen to me and he tried to train me to lessen the blow. Either way I was screwed unless I could control myself. I opened my eyes and stared back at me were jade green ones. No... Fucking... Way...

I wanted to write a really long chapter but couldn't. I could not figure out what to write. This was by far the hardest chapter to write for this story so far.

Please tell me what you think and PLEASE give me ideas for the next chapter.