Dimitri POV
God, she was late, again. Why did she always choose the most important moments to be the latest to? How come she couldn't be late for Guidice's class? God that still made me a little bit pissed off. When she walked off I just couldn't help it but think that he could give her what she wanted, and he would. But I would protect her, and I would make sure that no harm would ever come to her. I love her. Even if I can't bring myself to tell her, because those words were much too dangerous to use.
Rose POV
I walked out of the academy to see Dimitri leaning against a blue Honda Pilot, how boring, I thought. But then again, I couldn't expect us to navigate Montana in a Volvo or a Porsche.
"I know, I know, sorry I'm late," I told him when I saw his face.
"How long's the drive?" I asked him. I silently prayed that we would have a snow storm as I saw the white flakes melting as soon as they hit his silky brown hair.
"About 4 hours," He answered promptly.
I nodded and got into the car. It smelled like his after shave, the scent was sharp against the black leather seats. God did the car smell good, if I didn't have the will power I would have got down on my knees and pressed my face against the seat. But I didn't, to my relief.
We drove out of the Academy, speeding through forests and houses until the houses were so few that you wouldn't see one for miles.
"Who are we going to?" I asked.
"Arthur Schoenberg," He answered promptly.
I nearly choked on my own spit, "What?" I squeaked.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," He told me, his eyes on the road, but a small smile was on his lips.
He turned on the music, and I immediately cringed.
"Comrade, turn off the crap music, it's not helping with the nerves," I told him.
He smiled and turned the dial to a different station. I think it was Z100 or something like that, but they were playing I need you now. My favorite song.
I hummed along, the only reason I liked this song was because it reminded me of Dimitri, and I really did hope that he thought about me. I know that I thought about him almost every minute I'm away from him, and I almost always will need him.
I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when the tires started squealing. Then I heard Dimitri cursing in Russian as he yanked the wheel in different directions and pressing the gas pedal.
I saw that we were headed for a tree, and screamed. I undid my seat belt and tried to scramble away from it, but it kept on coming. Faster and faster, the roughness of the bark seemed to fill my vision. I felt and heard a sickening crunch as my head slammed against the window. I winced as I started tumbling, my arm felt like it had gone through the window, but my head was only slightly bruised.
I felt the white air bags press against me, and sat up in the seat, but I couldn't move my arm. My head throbbed and when I looked at my arm, it had gone through the glass and was now bleeding in several places.
"Roza! Roza, I'm so sorry, the wheels hit the ice, Roza, are you alright, talk to me!" That was Dimitri's voice, he was panicking, which was something I never heard him do before. He was looking at me with those brown sweet eyes. Right now they were filled with worry as he got out of the car and gently pulled my arm out of the window, and opening my door.
"Can you walk?" He asked me.
I felt so weak, and shook my head as I blacked out.