A/N: Sorry about the long absence of updating. I've been super busy with college and taking 7 classes starting on the 11th doesn't sound like it'll be slowing down. I got kinda a beta. I realize now that I was making it far too difficult to decipher who was who when they were talking so now I've tried to make it more readable. If you find anything else that would help let me know. Reviews=LOVE and I'm surprised how many this has gotten this is the only fan fic I've ever given more then 2 chapters. And I'll keep updating as long as ya'll keep reading. As for if this is gonna be andrickXangela or nicoloXangela I don't know. At first I was dead set for no romance but with the son of playboy running around in your head it's sure to happen=) Thank you again and enjoy chapter 9!!!!
The atmosphere in the room was tense. As I turned around away from the man I'd just insulted the man I'd been pretending to be unaffected by for months even though I knew everything, the man I'd grown to love and adore as a father and mentor I felt the tears forming and threatening to show my weakness. I knew it had pushed him too far. Telling him I hated him, but it's true. Dimitri Belikov is the reason my mother is dead. The reason the monster has taken her place. I hate him with everything that I am because I love my father. I used to be his little princess no matter how much time he did or did not spend with me. I knew my mother would come seeing red, looking to take his blood for the torment he caused her, to cause him pain. And she knew I was the only way to make him suffer. I was his prodigy the person he had spent so much of his precious time coaching, perfecting. He was creating me in his likeness. He was a Russian God here and he wanted me to be just like him, but that made me a weakness. I knew he was struggling to speak to me unable to comprehend how I knew everything, but I wasn't about to scream at him again. Letting it all out had helped, but it had also ruined everything I had worked so hard to maintain. "Dad I-"
I could feel him struggling to say his words, I had finally messed up, "Angela how is it possible for you to be this person one minute and…" and he froze the great Dimitri Belikov was at a loss for words, he was weakened, human. "I think it would be best for you to get some rest" and there was his mask. That stupid mask that cost me everything I wanted. Gone was Dad and back was Dimitri Belikov amazing bad ass guardian who taught me to punch then ask questions. Gone was my father and back was my mentor two different personalities both fighting for dominance in a situation out of their control.
"Fine, get out!" I snapped I'm tired of his mood swings. I'm tired of one minute he's Russian God and next minute he's daddy. I'm tired of him treating me like a child. Refusing to tell me what happened making me scream it out. I'm pretty sure the rumors would fly by morning and I'm pretty sure I could pack everything and be out of here faster than lightning if I wanted, but for now I'd stay. I'd stay to watch him struggle for control. I was told he was like this before he left. That the Dimitri Belikov this academy knew had to fight for his control. The man they knew was in love with a student, a student who had the potential to be greater than him. But look where she ended up. Hundreds of marks but nothing to show for it except a son who is too much like his playboy man whore father, and a position at the place she hated most. She was going to be great, but she gave it up. She chased the man who left her behind.
His voice was stern and I knew what was coming "You're not leaving" there was that commanding do what I tell you or else moment my father loved to flaunt. Seriously he continues and I'll leave just to piss him off.
"Whatever oh so great bad ass Guardian Belikov," this sarcasm will get me nowhere but it's fun to watch him squirm even though I can't see him I know he's just itching to challenge my response but when I finally am ready to face him again the tears finally invisible to the naked eye. I hear the door slam on his way out. "Chicken" I murmur as I crawl into bed. The morning threatens to bring more drama and this just seems to be the tip of the proverbial iceberg.