Okay so I know I have been absent for way to long but please forgive me I am writing my own novel and have been focusing on that and school is hard so yeah I made this longer in hopes of making it up to you.

Oh and many thanks to you are the reason I posted today and stopped being lazy. thanks

"So Hathaway, are you done acting like no one can hurt you?" asked coach. I wanted to hit him so hard that he would never smirk again; I knew I would at least be able to hit him.

I looked at the class. All were guys, and all seemed to be staring at me waiting for me next move. Furry built inside me, I hated losing, especially to guys. But I had to try and save what was left of my dignity. I quickly turned and walked off to the locker room. I changed as fast as I could and then stormed out the gym. The whole time the coach was screaming after me about how he would report me for skipping class, like I give a damn.

Rage clouded my vision and left me blindly walking, not knowing where I was going. I mindlessly walk down the hall using all the control I had not to turn right back around and punch that son of a... Maybe I should just keep that thought to myself. What really made me mad was I wasn't sure who I was mad at. Coach for making me fight Dimitri or Dimitri for actually being able to kick my ass! Finally I gave up trying to have control and stormed out the back door of school. No one would notice I was gone, one of the perks of being me.

I took off first at a walk then a slow jog then when I finally couldn't take it anymore I took off running full speed not caring where I went as long as it was far away. Time lost meaning to me I just kept running. I was running across a cross walk when a car slammed on its breaks. I froze in fear. The driver got out and started cussing at me for being "a stupid kid who thinks nothing will ever hurt them". Why adults kept saying this was beyond me but I didn't care I was more tired than I have ever been in my life. My blind rage that had fuelled my running was gone leaving only shaking legs in its place. The sun was low in the sky. How long had I been running, hours? It didn't seem possible but it had to be. My legs gave out. My body lamed with a thud. I knew it would hurt in the morning but right now I couldn't feel a thing. Exhaustion blocked the pain. Suddenly the guy from the car was kneeling beside me.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" his voice was panicked and started to rise in pitch and volume as he continued his questions.

I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm fine!" I snapped at him. "I just need a ride home." I said with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up. I stumbled over to his car. Once there he sat me in the passenger seat. As he walked around to his side of the car I caught sight of a booster seat in the backseat. At least this guy was a dad and less likely to kidnap me, right?

"Which way?" he asked once he was in the car. His name turned out to be Mark. (In case you forgot I promised to throw in people from the books even if they don't play the same role. So yes this is Mark from Blood Promise) I was still new to the area and had no clue where I was so I just told him to go the way I had come from. He drove for a half hour but I was still lost so I asked him to pull into a gas station and drop me off so I could call someone.

"Are you kidding me? My wife would kill me if I did that. She would go on yelling about how I would feel if someone left our daughter stranded in a place she didn't know. You can back to our place to wait." I agreed. He really did seem nice.

He pulled into a nice house. It was nothing fancy but it was pretty. I could see a big garden out back. Mark turned off the car and gestured for me to follow him inside.

"Honey I'm home!" yelled mark as he walked in the door. "Lindsay, Paul come here!" he yelled up the stairs.

"What took you so long? Dinner is almost… oh hello." A beautiful woman walked through a door that I guessed lead to the kitchen. "Honey who is this?" she asked referring to me.

"This here is Rose. She was lost, wanted me to drop her off at a gas station and leave. She said she could call someone but I told her it was safer to wait here."

"Oh dear." She gasped, "Yes of course. Stay here until someone can come get you."

"Thank you…um sorry I don't know your name." I like these people already. They were so nice and welcoming I wanted them to like me too.

"Oh where are my manners! My name is Oksana (that IS spelled right I copied it from the book so don't tell me otherwise.) and this is our daughter Lindsay her friend Allyson and our son Paul." She said as two girls about fifteen years old walked into the room followed by a boy about five. I smiled politely.

"Ewe, more girls!" Paul said and walked back out of the room. Mark explained to the two girls why I was here as I walked into the other room to call… someone.

It hit me then I really didn't have anyone to call. I mean I could call Lissa but I barely knew her and she was as new to the town as I was and I was lost. I could call Dimitris mom but if she found out I skipped school she would get mad and I might get sent to a new foster home. That only left Dimitri and I was still mad at him. But it looked like he was my only choice. I took a deep breath and dialed his cell number.

"Hello?" He snapped answering on the second ring.

"Dimitri?" I squeaked. I really didn't want to have this conversation; I rather wander the streets for a few more days.

"Rose!" then he went off speaking Russian really fast. I tried to listen but it was no use I think I knew a total of five Russian words and they were all swear words.

"English please!" I yelled after a few seconds.

"Where the hell are you!" he yelled back.

"Well… see that's the thing… I'm not sure." I confessed. He started yelling again. It was a mix of English and Russian. What I could understand was about how stupid I was. That god at that at that moment Oksana walked in.

"Are you okay Hun?" she asked all sweet.

"Um yeah… uh could you please tell me your address?" she rattled it off and I repeated it to Dimitri who made me promise not to go anywhere else. He also said we would talk more about this when he saw me. I hung up. "Dinner is done if you would like to join us." She said simply and then walked into the other room.

We all sat around the table eating. I was in my own little world. That is until mark asked me what I was doing out by myself.

"Um well see I got in a fight with … my brother… at school and ran away. I hadn't realized how long I had been running and when i did I realized I was lost." I hung my head at how lame the excuse was.

"What was the fight about?" Lindsay asked.

"Um... well, see it was an actual fight and I lost and was mad." Allyson nodded her head as if she completely understood.

"I have brothers," she said "they can be a pain especially when they win."

I helped clean up with Lindsay and Allyson. As we were walking back into the living room to head upstairs to Lindsay's room and wait for Dimitri when we heard the roar of a motor coming down the street. Lindsay and Allyson looked at each other confused. Mark and Oksana looked up from where they were sitting on the couch watching a show.

"That would be Dimitri." I said walking to the door. Everyone followed. We got the door open just in time to see Dimitri's motorcycle pull to a stop in their driveway. He stepped off and laid his helmet on the seat the saw me and rushed to the door.

I was in shock as he wrapped his arms around me. He stepped back and bent at the waist to be eye level with me. his hands griped my shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly. I nodded. "a nod! here I am worried sick and all you do is nod like its nothing!" he started speaking Russian again. He really needed to stop that.

"I have no idea what you just said." I interrupted his rambling. This made him madder but Oksana inturupted us both.

"Why don't you both come in for a second?" I turned and saw Lindsay and Allyson staring wide eyed at him. I felt something inside me stir. I told myself it was embarrassment but it felt oddly like… jealousy. But why?

Was it long enough? I hope I didn't disappoint. I hope the small cliffy on why rose feels that way will keep you reading and me writing.

Question of the day: how many of you are mad at me and if you are how can I make it up to you guys and keep you reading and reviewing?