dIMITRI-Love: I will not be including Dimitri for a while :P, I think from now on I will try to take things slow, and Rose needs to heal, and blah, blah, and well we still don't know what Ambrose is going to do to her... well you don't, I do :p lol, but I appreciate your enthusiasm(:
Nellyrose 1994: Wow, calm down girl... lol, your doubts will be cleared in this chapter(:
vampzgirl: lol, I won't do any of that, I tend to stray away from that plot a bit(:
kyoko minion: answer will be revealed by Dimitri himself ;p
deliciouse: I love you, that's all I can say xD your reviews always make my day... every day.
ItaSaku1: what do you mean by "This chapter was something else,"? :o
Okay, so I'll try to answer to your responses more often :p and I just want to let you know: I UPDATE EVERY SINGLE DAY... Unless I get too lazy, which tends to happen, so then I skip a day, but that's it(:
Review and make my day dudeeeesssss xD ahh, too much Sprite for me 0.o
Also, for the song I took out a few parts, which would have made the song more romantic, and that is not what I wanted, It's hard to find a song that fits each chapter, but its even harder to find about rape; I'd found one, but I would have taken more parts out... Umm, yeah none of these songs are mine -.-
"No More Tears"
Got my damn mascara running down my face
Crying buckets in the bathroom of this place
In the mirror, asking how could this be
Suddenly the mirror started talking back at me
It said "what the hell you doing?
baby wipe your face, girl those tears are special, don't let em go to waste.
pull yourself together cause we gon be okay,
walk right up to him & that chick and this is what you say"
You ain't worth my tears
You ain't worth my time
There ain't no love here
And I'm gon be just fine
You ain't worth my tears
On to something new
No more tears for you
No more tears for you
There'll be no more tears for you
And I'm alright, fix my hair make sure my makeup's reapplied
Regain my composure get back in my stride
Said to the mirror, your new start is right outside
Walk up out the bathroom
When I walk up, such a scared look on his face (hey)
And I just smile & this is what I say
You ain't worth my tears
You ain't worth my time
There ain't no love here
And I'm gon be just fine
You ain't worth my tears
No more tears for you
No more tears for you
There'll be no more tears for you
I can not believe that I shed tears for you
I wasted to many on you and now there's no more tears for you
Said there's no more tears for you
Said there's no more tears for you
Said there's no more tears for you
No more tears, there'll be no more tears for you.
I smashed the mirror with my fist, with so much anger, regret, and pain. The mirror shattered into a million little pieces in front of me. The sink was covered in blood and my tears which were darken with my mascara and eyeliner. There was a piece of mirror still there, and I looked at a piece of my reflection.
How could this happen to me?
Suddenly the mirror started talking back at me
It said "What the hell you doing?
baby wipe your face, girl those tears are special, don't let em go to waste.
pull yourself together cause we gon be okay,
walk right up to him & that chick and this is what you say.
I wiped away my tears with my good hand, and stared at my trembling hands, I had to go back out there before Mia came back. I couldn't let anyone see me this weak. Not anymore.
Fixing myself as best as possible, I walked out of the bathroom, and back outside, I walked into the area he was being held in. Upon entering the room, he looked up, he was handcuffed to the chair, and his eyes showed remorse. With my body shaking with god knows what... anger, pain, resentment, relief, or just exhaustion, and ignoring everyone's protests, I got near him.
I stood in front of him, and said what I hadn't been able to before, "This isn't love Ambrose, what you feel for me... Is just some sick, twisted, feeling Ambrose. What you did to me... I can't even begin to explain how truly fucked it is, how truly fucked up you are in the mind... And to think that you were so close to me, touching me, acting as my friend... To think I believed you, I trusted you, is just sickening. You're not worth my tears, not anymore. And you knew all along, was it a game to you? And my son, and no, he's not your son..." I couldn't even finish. I backed away from him.
I went up to an officer, "This is your fault. And you say the system is just, you let a rapist go, wasn't there enough prove? I hope you all feel bad for this, because in the end it's all your fault; you say the system is fair and what not, what he got away, and what he did to me afterwards shows otherwise."
I spat out the words with so much venom the officer backed away from me. I felt Mia's small, but firm hand on me. When I looked down at her I saw her eyes were full with anguish.
"There will be another trial, he'll be sentenced, and he will spend the rest of his miserable life rotting, let's go," her voice was an angered whisper, but they were comforting enough. I let her lead me out of the police station.
It was still raining, harder than before. Resting my head on the window, I let Mia drive back home to Jake and the babies. Closing my eyes, I tried hard not to cry, but the tears still fell, colliding with the water droplets on the other side of the window.
"I just didn't think I would ever have to hurt you."
I'd backed away from, as he took the same amount forward. I looked around, I was pretty sure I could make it back into town in time. He followed my gaze.
"Please, just listen to me?"
I'd turned to look at him, finally realizing he truly was crazy. "Listen to you? Are you listening to yourself? You raped me, raped me, and-and-and, oh god, Tasha, too. Who else? You're sick! Did you follow me here?" the thought brought me to my knees. I fell on the dirt, completely drenched in the rain and my own tears.
"No! NO! I planned on staying away from you, Tasha, Dimitri, so I came back here... And you were here. Pregnant. I was planning that you being here, well I don't know, I thought I could hurt you, but you were pregnant... And then you said it was the rapist'... It's sick, but I thought we could be together, but I know we can't. I can't lie to you, not anymore." He shut his eyes tight, and I could see his own tears. He stuck his hands inside his pockets, and opened them to look at me. His amber eyes, the eyes of my son, stared back at me. How could I have been so stupid.
"Why not?" I whispered.
"I love you."
Enraged, I stood up, and I slapped him... Well, I meant to slap him, but instead I punched him. I heard a sickening crack, and my hand started to burn. I let it drop to my side.
"How can you say that?"
"All these months together, seeing you pregnant with my baby, our baby, seeing you go through labor, seeing you cry, seeing how strong and beautiful you are..." this time I did slap him.
"Shut up! Shut up!" I screamed, covering my ears with my hands, closing my eyes, shutting myself from the world. Thunder cracked in the sky, silencing his voice, and mine. After the thunder was over, it was silent, aside from the rain. But there was a distant siren...
I saw a few cars coming this way and I looked back at him. When the men stepped out, I looked at Ambrose.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"I'm so sorry, you'll never know how much," his eyes were red, and puffy, "I'm doing this for you."
"Doing what?"
"Turning myself in."
"We're here," Mia whispered, turning the car off. I smiled at her, my face clear from tears, and stepped out of the car. I ran to Jake; he took me into his arms, hugging me to him.
"I'm so sorry,I didn't know-" I cut him off.
"Doesn't matter anymore, he's going to jail now," I whispered to him.
Jake had become some sort of a father figure in the past few months, earning my trust, and dare I say, my love for him. I smiled at him, and at Mia.
We walked up the door, and I turned around to look up at the sky. The rain had stopped, and the sun was out, shining bright in our faces. I felt a smile crept up my face.
I was free. Completely free.
And I was going to start brand new.
No more tears.