"Rolling In The Deep"-Adele
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship [shit] bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love remind me of us
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it, with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptap. Snap.
"I knew that was going to happen."
Startled, I lifted my gaze from Dimitri with a girl, to the voice that had spoken. I met a pair of bright, green eyes, that sparkled with amusement. I raised in eyebrow, inquiring what he meant. His eyes flickered to my hand, while his finger pointed to the pencil in my hand.
Or, what had been a pencil a few seconds ago, before I broke it. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks in embarrassment. The man chuckled softly, while he straightened out and took out his hand for me to shake.
"Adrian Ivashkov, at your service," he winked as he said the last part, and I just smirked.
"Rose Hathaway," he kissed my hand, then let it down gently. His eyes, like the eyes of many others, flickered down to my stomach. He raised both eyebrows, but said nothing.
"So, what you so mad?" he asked, his eyes darting to the pencil snapped in half that laid on top of papers.
"Nothing," I answered.
That was complete bullshit. There was a fire burning in me, more like in my heart, whether it was from anger, resentment, jealousy, or pain, I didn't know. Maybe it was all.
I let my eyes wander back to Dimitri. He leaned against the wall, a huge grin on his face as he talked to the girl in front of him. Her hair was a bit lighter than me, and she had pale, gray eyes. She was tall, about 5'5, but with the heels, she stood 5 inches below Dimitri.
I saw his hand reach out to remove a strand of hair from her face, a movement he'd often done with me. Her eyes sparkled and he leaned down, softly, brushing his lips with hers.
My body filled with turmoil as I saw their exchange, I almost didn't hear Adrian speak.
"That's Avery Lazar, Dimitri's girlfriend/sex buddy/booty call, you name it," his tone held something, almost as if he knew something I didn't. I dragged my eyes to the broken pencil on my desk.
That was heart right there, broken in half, with no way to repair it. When I didn't say anything, Adrian spoke once more.
"How many months?"
Without looking up at him I muttered, "Four months."
Suddenly I felt very tired and I rested my head in my hand, when I heard Tasha speaking, "You ready to o Rose?"
I bolted out of my chair, standing up next to her within seconds. I ignored the weird look she gave me, and hurried up getting my stuff, wanting to leave before Dimitri came. I turned to say my goodbye's to Adrian, "Good-" but the words got stuck in my mouth as I felt his aftershave come closer to us. Soon enough he spoke.
"Leaving already?" I turned around to face him.
"If you don't mind of course," I said, hoping he'd let me go home. My hand was on my stomach, as it was filled with butterflies.
"No, not all. You need your rest."
I mentally fist pumped, but it was short lived.
"You know you shouldn't wear those heels. Something could happen to you or the baby," he said, with a hint of concern. I bit the inside of my cheek, reminding myself he'd be paying- or helping to pay my bills.
"I think I'm good," I said, my tone blank. He nodded his head, understanding he had no say.
"Of course," he mumbled, turning on his heel, and walked away from us.
Oh, how I longed for him to turn around, and just hold me in his arms, whispering to me in Russian as he used to. I wanted his lips to kiss mine, not hers. I wanted his body, needed it, with such fervor, I swear had it not been for the the heels, I would have ran after him.
Instead, I got to watch him walk out once more.
The tear rolled down, before I could stop it.
But I didn't wipe it away either, and I let it roll, until it fell, ironically enough, right on my heart tattoo.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" my brown eyes met his, and I saw the uncertainty in his. I let out a small laugh.
"The question is are you?I'm all up for the excitement, Comrade," I responded smirking. He rolled his eyes, and gave one final nod.
Two hours later we came out of the shop, a bit sore, but with huge grins on our faces. Our fingers interlocked, we walked back to his place.
Standing in front of the mirror, I let my shirt fall, along with the strap of my black bra. It was still red, and it was throbbing, but I loved it.
It was a heart, medium sized. It seemed like it was cracked, in the shape of puzzle pieces, except for the single missing piece in the middle. It was a locket, and I'd put it right where my heart would be. Carefully, I traced it with my forefinger, aware that he was standing right behind me, his soft breathing on my shoulder. After a few seconds, I looked up and met his eyes through the mirror; he'd already been looking at me.
I turned around, placing my hands on his sides, lifting his white, muscle shirt up and down. I lifted it up above his head, throwing it away, into the floor. Looking up to meet his gaze I placed my hand right above his heart. i felt it, beating fast below my hand. I looked down, removing my hand, and looking at his tattoo. It was a single key, resting right in the place his heart would be, with a chain extending all the way to his back, ending right above his shoulder blade.
Once more I looked up to meet his eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me, with such force I almost tumbled back. He kissed my tattoo murmuring beautiful words, "So, so, so beautiful Roza. So beautiful it hurts me sometimes."
I knew at that moment he held my heart in his hands, but I never once stopped to question whether I held his heart in mine.
Instead I reached out, wanting, and needing his touch, his body, so much it was hurting me.
I loved him so much it flowed through my veins, making my body ache... I loved him so much it hurt.
"We're here," Tasha spoke softly. The car came to a halt, stopping right outside the condo. I looked sideways at Tasha and smiled.
"Thank you for the ride Tasha," I said sincerely. She was starting to grown on me for some unknown reason.
I got out of the car, slipping out of the heels, walking right to the door. Reaching for my keys I unlocked it to find Lissa and Christian on the couch.
"Hey," they greeted me with a smile, I waved at them, with a smile.
"Hey."
"There's food on the microwave, if you want any," Lissa said, smiling up at me.
"Thanks Liss," I told her making my way to my room. I laid down on my bed, hugging my body to my chest.
I hadn't realized how much I'd actually missed him til today. The baby moved around a bit, complaining about food. I sniffed, refusing to cry again.
I was going to have this baby, and I was going to raise it. With or without a father.
But now without making him pay.
The scars of your love remind me of us; they keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
Most of your answers will be answered as the story progresses, I just don't wana cram everything into one chapter.
So, now, one question. I'm not a big fan of revenge, more like I don't have the imagination for it, so help?
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