Chapter Fifteen
You're an Addict, Problematic.
Dimitri POV
I woke up besides Rose the next morning, and everything came back to me. Doing it, Abe coming over with Viktoria, then doing it... again. All I could feel right now was, frankly, sore. I don't even want to go into detail what Rose and I did, but it was sure as hell pretty damn epic.
Rose was a bundle in my arms. She was sleeping lightly, her breathing even. Her lips were slightly parted, and her chest went in and out for every breath. It was simply adorable. She would twitch every now and then, and bury her head deeper into my chest. My arms were wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her to me. Her small (well, a lot smaller than mine) hands clutched onto my collarbone. It was all just too cute. In addition, she was naked.
How could life get any better?
Rose wriggled in my grip, and I loosened it, realizing how tight I had made it. She muttered something, barely audible, but still in a sense clear. "Dimka," she whispered. My eyes widened a tad, and I looked at her closer. "love you..." she whispered again. She was sleep talking. It felt like she was a little angel in my arms, and I knew that I had to do whatever the cost to keep her safe. She was officially my property, and no one will be able to walk over her.
I didn't want to wake her, but her lips were irresistible looking. I leaned into her lips and pressed mine against her. She woke up almost instantly after that; her eyes fluttered open. Only a second later though, they closed and we kissed passionately.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I said. I know I'm corny.
Rose laughed. "Good morning to you too, Dimka," she said happily and placed a kiss on my nose. I leaned in then and we gave each other a second kiss, this one a little bit longer and more harsher. It was so odd how we had done it so many times last night, and we still wanted more of each other. It seemed I just couldn't get enough.
Rose snuggled against me, and nestled her head in the crook of my neck. She moaned and let a yawn out. It was just so cute.
We were both shaken out of our thoughts when we heard a piercing scream. Rose jumped and starred at me. We both knew there was only one other person in this house, and that was Viktoria. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I slid out from my comfy position with Rose and got off the bed. Rose pulled on my shirt and a fresh pair of panties and followed behind me. I had boxers on already. I honestly didn't care if Viktoria deducted that we fucked each other silly last night, because frankly, it was true.
I walked down the hall, and Rose clung tightly to me, there was warmth radiating from her, yet her touch was cold. It wasn't just the frigid state of the house, though. Maybe it was that whole 'Shadow-Kissed' thing she had. Death still lingered around her, may it be her touch or iciness of her glares.
Down the stairs and down one more corridor was Viktoria's room. I pushed the door open, and peered inside. Viktoria was on her bed, whimpering. She had her hands clutched to her stomach, and her covers tossed off the bed. Rose walked in and inspected the area. She kneeled down next to her and took her hand in hers.
"Do you feel like vomiting?" Rose asked suddenly. Viktoria nodded, and shivered. "And your lightheaded?" she continued to ask.
"Y-yes," Viktoria said, and hiccuped. Rose motioned for Viktoria to sit up.
"Come on, I'll go with you to buy a test," Rose said and Viktoria nodded. Viktoria went to her dresser to get changed, and Rose walked to the door to meet me and pull me away from it. We walked down the hall and back up the stairs to her room. She pulled my shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground. She put on a bra, a sexy v-neck shirt, and some black skinny jeans. She slid on her slip on Vans, and walked over to me.
Rose placed a kiss on my lips. "Want to come?" she asked. I contemplated it for a second. Hell no, I didn't want to get a fucking pregnancy test for my little sister, but to be with Rose... I reconsidered.
I nodded. "Sure," I said finally.
"Good," Rose whispered and wrapped her arms around my neck. I leaned over and placed my lips on hers. They were the most delicious treat in the world, and goddamn irresistible at that. She smiled at me when she pulled away, but I still wanted more. I gave her a pleading look, but Rose shook her head.
"Roza," I whined.
"We did it nearly five times last night. We need to calm down," Rose said and looked up at me with a mischievous smile. "Maybe one of these times I will get pregnant," she said and giggled.
I rose a brow. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing," I said smugly, and a blush rose to Rose's cheeks.
"Well," Rose said abruptly. "We have to go now," she said and picked up her messenger bag styled purse. She put it over her shoulder, and intertwined her fingers in mine. We went down the stairs and went to the front door, when we were suddenly stopped.
"Dimka? Roza?" someone said. Rose jumped away from me, pulling her hand out of mine. We both turned to the kitchen where my Yeva was standing. My mother was behind her, cooking something. I awkwardly waved.
"Hello, Babushka," I said and smiled. Yeva had a questioning look on her face, but nonetheless smiled in return to me.
"Where are you two off to?" Yeva asked in English.
"We're, along with Viktoria, going to the store to, um, buy something," Rose said. Though she wasn't looking at me, I gave her a thankful glance.
Yeva started walking over. "Okay then, I'll come along," Yeva said as she started approaching us.
"No!" Rose and I shouted at the same time. Whatever the cost, the both of us knew the weight of Viktoria's unplanned pregnancy-or even the fact that she might be pregnant. "I mean, we can go by ourselves," I said.
"Nonsense. I will accompany you," Yeva said. She started to walk over to us, when my mother finally saved the day.
"Mama, why don't you help me cook breakfast?" my mom called. Yeva turned her head to my mom and sighed. She retreated back into the kitchen then.
"Okay fine then, but you must come back quickly, we have visitors for breakfast," Yeva said this time in Russian, so it was obviously directed at me. I nodded and turned around. Viktoria came slamming down the stairs then, and walked to the door. She slid on some shoes and opened the door.
"Come on!" Viktoria yelled impatiently. Rose and I then started to walk over.
We got into my black Mercedes Benz. I drove, Rose sat in the passenger seat, and Viktoria laid down on the back three seats. I drove as fast as I could to the nearest drug store. There weren't usually any officers patrolling the area, and even if I were to get caught going over the limit, I would have Abe get me out of it.
I stayed in the car as Rose and Viktoria went into the store. They came out five minutes later with a plastic bag in hand. Rose got in and pulled out the tests. There were five of them. I rose an eyebrow at them.
"Don't you have to pee on those?" I asked curiously. Of course I didn't know the specifics of pregnancy tests, so it was only natural to ask.
"No, you have to take a shit on it," Viktoria snapped sarcastically.
I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "Oh really! I wasn't asking you," I said and glared at her. She glared in return and stuck her tongue out at me. It was so childish that I couldn't think of anything more mature than rolling my eyes and turning around.
"Hurry up and drive home, Dimka," Rose said soothingly. Her voice was so velvety compared to my little sister's raspy voice. I could feel the dragon waking up slightly...
I fought the blush. "Alright," I said and literally zoomed home. We hadn't been on the road more than twenty minutes, so Yeva and my mom were pleased that we got home so quickly. Rose stuffed the tests into her purse when we walked in so that nobody saw and asked to see inside.
"What did you buy?" Yeva asked nosily.
I shook my head. "They didn't have it, so we had to come back," I said, and Yeva only glared at me. It seemed as though she could see through my lies. Was I that bad at lying? Damn, because she rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen and continued her baking. She was very intelligent, and she often talked to me about her visions and dreams. Maybe she foresaw this...?
I left then. I went up the stairs and ventured into Viktoria's room. Viktoria had a connecting bathroom that also connected to Karolina's room. Since neither of my older sisters were home, Rose and Viktoria occupied the little space. I knocked on the door, and ten seconds later, Rose came out. She closed the door behind her.
I was worried because Rose was silent. "Is she...?" I asked.
Rose shook her head. "No, but there is still a possibility she is," Rose said. I was starting to wonder how she knew this much about pregnancy. Surely her reason was innocent, though.
I nodded. "Alright," I said. "Let's go prepare for breakfast. We'll tell Yeva and Mama that Viktoria isn't feeling very well."
"Okay," Rose said, and pulled me in by the collar. "But first..." she breathed on my lips, and I closed the gap. I kissed her lips hungrily. I put a hand on either side of her face on the wall behind her. Rose started moaning, and I had to pull away before it started to get even louder, as well as more intimate.
Viktoria came out then, sniffling. She glared at the two of us. "I'm so jealous of you!" she yelled and sat down on her bed on the other side of the room. "You two are both dhampir, and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant after you do it," Viktoria said and breathed out a big breath of air. She sniffled again.
"But Viktoria, what if we do want kids?" Rose said suddenly. I turned to her, wide-eyed. "It's impossible for the two of us to do anything because we're both dhampires. It has it's ups and downs," she said to Viktoria.
Viktoria understood, and laid down. She asked us to get out of her room then, of course not so happily or politely. We did, though, however. We walked down the hall and back down the stairs. Before we turned the corner, I stopped Rose. I grabbed her hand and held it to me as I swooped down and kissed her lips. I'm not so sure what was wrong with me today, but I couldn't seem to get enough of her lips.
"Are you serious about me?" I asked. I just had to have the truth. She cupped my cheeks with the palms of her hands and pulled my face to hers so that our foreheads were touching.
Rose breathed on my lips. "I love you, Dimitri. Of course I am," Rose said and giggled. She pecked my lips and wrapped an arm around my neck to pull me closer. "I've never felt this way towards a person before," she told me truthfully.
I felt a smile tug at my lips. "Good, because I feel exactly the same way," I said and sucked on her lower lip. Rose smiled in return. Our names were called from downstairs, so we had to reluctantly break away. Geez, if my family were to see me like that... All of Hell would break loose.
We went downstairs and into the kitchen. In the ten minutes we were upstairs, my mother and grandmother had already set the table and finished up all the cooking. Two new surprising guests were here as well. Abe, and a blond girl. I recognized her, as if I had seen her before, yet I didn't know her name.
They were all seated at the table. Karolina nor Sonya were there, and it only made me wonder more where they had been the past few days. Rose and I sat down next to each other on the other side of where Abe and the blond girl were sitting. Yeva and Mama were sitting on either side of the table at the heads.
"Dimka, Roza, Abe and Sydney came to talk to you," my mom told us. I rose an eyebrow and Rose looked over the two intensely.
Sydney noticed this and sighed. "I am an alchemist, and I am here to report that I found the two strigois down the street in that meadow. There's no denying it; I can tell it was the two of you," Sydney said. Attitude, much? I could tell Rose was thinking the same exact thing because of the look on her face. I slid my hand into hers under the table, and she relaxed her face finally.
Abe piped up then. "She really is very thankful that you managed to get rid of two, and the main reason we're here is to grant you your Molnija marks," he said. Rose's eyes widened and she slammed her palms on the table as she stood up. I yanked my hand from hers before anyone could see I was holding it. Rose didn't seem to notice.
"You're kidding!" Rose screamed in excitement. Mama chuckled at the end of the table. There was a wide grin on her face, and the atmosphere totally changed.
Even Abe smiled. "I'm not, Rose. Kirova will be notified, and we will have the ceremony later tonight," he said. Rose was beaming now. She sat back down, a pleasant smile on her face and looked over at me.
"Our first Molnija marks!" Rose screamed and my lips formed a straight line.
"Your first Molnija marks," I corrected her. Rose furrowed her eyebrows and gave me a confused look. "That would be my twenty-ninth," I told her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she lifted the hair of my neck and started counting the tattoos on my neck and upper back. Everyone watched in amusement and surprise when she did so. Naturally, there was no way in hell that I would let a student of mine jump at me or even touch my amazing hair.
"Twenty-ninth!" Rose asked and slumped back down. Abe chuckled and forked something into his mouth. Yeva mumbled something unintelligible in Russian. I decided to ignore her.
"I'm not a guardian for nothing," I said as a small smile slipped onto my face. Rose's face twisted up in jealously, but then retracted back into a small smile. We just sat there in silence for a few seconds starring into each other's eyes, while everyone else watched.
"Right," Sydney said impatiently. "So we'll come over and tattoo you two later tonight, agreed?" Rose and I nodded. Abe beamed at Rose.
"I'm so proud of you," he said. I internally seethed. What's up with all this praise he's giving her? It doesn't make sense.
Rose smiled at him nonetheless. "Thanks," she said and forked something on her plate shyly. I rose a brow.
We finished breakfast after that. No one brought up Viktoria's absence, but maybe it was better that way. I wouldn't have to lie, and Yeva wouldn't have to give me that look that clearly says You're-such-a-bad-lier-that-I-can-smell-the-lie.
Rose insisted on helping my mom and grandmother in doing the dishes... meaning I had to too. I had no obligation, however, I just wanted to be as close to Rose at all times. Corny? I know.
"How do you guys like Sydney?" my mom asked. Yeva mumbled "little shit" under her breath, but I still heard it. Mama didn't, and Rose was close enough, but had no idea what she said.
"She was... um... odd?" Rose said, almost as a question; not quite sure if 'odd' was the right description or not. "Cool I guess," she corrected.
"Mm," my mom agreed, "do you talk to him much?" she asked Rose.
"Him? Abe?" Rose asked in return.
"Yes, your father."
Dead silence. You could literally hear a pin drop. Nobody moved. Yeva finally sighed, and everyone started to get back into action, slowly.
"You... know that Abe is your father, right?" my mom asked this time, not so sure. Rose was in shock. The water from the faucet was running over the plate that Rose had been scrubbing for the past two minutes. It was pristinely clean, yet she kept scrubbing.
"Father..." Rose muttered. "I don't know... I don't have a father," Rose said, but it seemed like she was trying to force the idea into her head. "My father left," she said this time with more confidence.
"What? Oh, honey. Abe is your father!" my mom insisted, but I could tell things were getting harder and harder for Rose to comprehend.
For me, on the other hand, things were all starting to fit together. Abe is Rose's dad? A lot would make more sense. For one, their attitudes were so alike. Both fiery and passionate about their work; yet secretive and loving. Another thing: their interactions. When Abe had told Rose he had been proud of her, she nearly burst into tears from pride. I could see how fatherly he had looked when he said that, but I never even considered that he could be her father. He had asked me to say hi to her the other night, because he cared about her; because she was his little girl.
I took the plate from Rose and started loading the dishwasher. I finished and pulled Rose out of the room. She had a blank look on her face the whole time. "We need to train," I told Yeva in Russian, and she just nodded. We walked up the stairs to Rose's room, and things hadn't changed. She still had that vacant and confused look.
"Roza," I said and snapped in front of her face. "Roza!" I repudiated, a little louder this time. She started coming back to the present, but she seemed to be fighting herself.
She didn't speak. This is going to be tough.
Rose POV
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"Please, Ms. Dragomir, I will not tolerate this childishness. It is true, you are by far much more important to us that Rose is. We will be keeping you here, but with many punishments following. You two may go now. Rose, straight to your room. Goodbye." Kirova said icily.
"Wait, where the hell am I supposed to go? My mother? I don't think that would do much, she'd probably just drop me off at another school. Or, wait, how about my father? Oh that's right, none of us have any idea who the fuck he is," I said with so much venom laced in my words that it was a surprise that anyone still stood up in this room. Everyone cringed, except for Lissa, who was on the verge of tears.
"Rose, I will not allow you to use those profanity in my office, nor my school," she said and I scoffed, "That reminds me, I forgot to tell you your arranged plans," Kirova said and I leaned forward. Lissa was crying now. "You are being sent to Siberia, Russia."
...
God what a horrible day. Though it was the beginning of my new life in Russia, and with Dimitri, it had still been awful.
I had brought up my father, hadn't I? I had brought him up for dramatic affect, and to maybe piss of Kirova even more. She knew it was true, that my father had left my mother and I, but then again, most Moroi fathers had done that to their dhampir girlfriends and kids.
But then again, my mother had left me no shortly after. It was terrible. Abandoned by both parents. But I had always been told that I never had a father; that he simply dropped off the face of the earth. That's what I believed, because he never came to see me, nor did he ever even write to me. All I felt was pain, and emptiness because of him. He is a bastard father, and I will never forgive him.
I was brought back to real life by none other than yours truly, Dimitri. I wrinkled my nose at him. I didn't know why, but I felt ashamed of all men right now. Including Dimitri. He held my wrists softly as he was kneeled before me, and still the same height as me.
I thrust my hands from his and stood up. I glared at him. All men are the same, I told myself. He was now below me. He looked up at me; concern and love filled his eyes. I brought my fist up, and brought it back down, aimed at his face. Dimitri caught it, of course. It wasn't that powerful, nor did I have that big of an intent to punch him. He stood up, and towered over me. I glared at his chest.
He surprised me by enveloping me in a hug. I tried to punch him, and in return, he gave me a hug. What an asshole I feel like now. My grip on his T-shirt on his back was tightening. I squeezed him as hard as possible, it was numbing my feelings and it helped with getting rid of the thoughts of my so-called father.
That's when I realized I was crying. The hot and wet tears were streaming down my face in a fast stream. I tightened my grip on his shirt as a sob erupted from my lips. Shortly after that, I couldn't stop them. Dimitri only held me closer. It was reassuring and comforting. I liked it. I was truly thankful for once in my life. Thankful for Dimitri, I realized.
Dimitri rested his chin on my head and patted my long hair. I, on the other hand, was still in the middle of my bawling fit. I was whimpering and hiccuping. I couldn't get rid of the horror and anger that shook my body right now. "I-I" I hiccuped. "hate him..." I moaned and sniffled. I was a mess, and I knew it. My cheeks were flushed pink, and red tear marks stained my face.
Dimitri patted my back. "It's fine, Roza. I do too," he told me. His voice was so soothing, so soft; it was as if he were talking to a child that had a bad day. And that pretty much me.
I forced out a laugh, but it was half-assed, and interrupted by sobs. I wanted to say so much more, but my body wouldn't let me, and my brain was scrambled. The tears drained out of my eyes, and it seemed that they were going to flood the room like Alice had, in Alice in Wonderland.
Dimitri pulled me closer and sat down on my bed. He lifted my legs so that a knee was on either side of his hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and now cried into the crook of his neck. He rested a soothing hand on the back of my head, and I allowed him.
"It's so..." hiccup, "painful," I said. I pulled away, and looked him in the eyes. He starred at me with compassion, instead of annoyance-which I had expected of him.
"My father left too, and it was just as painful," Dimitri told me. I nodded slowly. The tears were starting to slow down. Dimitri put his hand on my cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. I looked away.
"Stop starring at me, I look horrible," I said and coughed lightly. A blush rose to my cheek when he didn't look away in the next ten seconds.
"Why would I? You're so beautiful," Dimitri said and took in my whole sight. My eyes must be puffy and bloodshot, along with my red cheeks and wet face. Yuck.
I smiled, and this time laughed. It was genuine. We kissed. It didn't last long, less than a minute. It was still amazing though.
Dimitri gave me a crooked grin. "Come now, my Yeva and mother think we're training," he told me, and I nodded, a smile still lingering on my face.
"Okay," I said and got off him.
We spent the rest of the day like that, basically. Just training. I got dressed in a black sports bra and black booty shorts, and raced downstairs. Dimitri had already been waiting for me, which was surprising, because I thought I had changed fast. Dimitri, luckily, cut the crap for once, and didn't make me run. Instead, it was boxing. My face lit up, boxing! Something that might relieve me of my stress that my father's sudden presence had caused me. It would be good, I realized, to let it all out.
After five hours, I had beat the living shit out of Dimitri. In our last and most recent fight, I had popped him in the mouth, and in result, he got a bloody lip. Because I knew everyone in the house had things to attend to during the day, I knew it would be fine if I gave him one little kiss.
I put my lips on his, and sucked the blood out of his lips. I'm not Moroi or anything, but Dimitri did taste pretty good... Maybe, one little kiss was an understatement. It turned into something much more passionate and sexy. In fact, when we had finished, it was a surprise that we both still had our clothes on.
We stopped then, and it was already four in the afternoon. I went back into the house for a shower, and when Dimitri asked to get in with me, I didn't fight him. We spent most of the time in there leaning against the tiled wall just hugging anyway.
When we got out, we went to our respective rooms and got changed for the night activities. I knew who would be over later. Abe and Sydney. I didn't care too much for Sydney, but I knew for sure I was going to leave a scratch or two on Abe-and no one was going to stop me from it.
Dimitri was waiting for me in the hall when I came out. Again, how he changed so fast was amazing. We walked together down the stairs where only Yeva was. Viktoria was still in her room moping. She took the test again, and it showed negative. It was a relief.
As we walked into the living room, there was Abe and Sydney. Abe turned to me when he heard my footsteps, and had a pleasant smile on his face. "Ah, Rose, Dimitri," he said with his Turkish accent.
I didn't really give a damn about his accent, however. I charged at him with remarkable speed, and punched him square in the jaw. He flew back a bit and held his jaw with his hand and looked up at me in confusion-but in an instant, I was on top of him with my fist in the air poised to hit him square in his jaw once again.
Dimitri stopped me. He grabbed my wrist before I could pound it down. I looked up at Dimitri in surprise, but then in anguish. I gave him a pleading look, I needed to do this to him. He deserves it.
Dimitri shook his head at me then, as if to say, 'no, you need to give it a rest'. My lip quivered and I realized what I was doing. Trying to beat up my own father. I looked back down at Abe, and he was glaring at me, there was blood drawn from his lip. Hey, at least I left a mark. I heard Yeva laughing from her leather chair in the corner of the room.
I got up reluctantly and cast my eyes away from Abe. Dimitri visibly rolled his eyes, and Sydney sighed in annoyance. "All right, now that the 'happy father daughter reunion' is over, can we get this over with?" she asked with a tattoo gun in her hand. I gulped. Sydney noticed. "You don't have to worry; I'm an experienced tattoo artist," she reassured me.
Dimitri went first. Since there was no more room on his neck to tattoo, Sydney had to tattoo the Molnija marks on his upper back. It was on his right shoulder. Sydney placed a hand on his left shoulder for ballance, but it looked like she wanted to just plain feel him. Yes, Dimitri is mine, so of course, I'm going to be annoyed when some other girl is going to touch him.
Dimitri is really freaking hot, I thought to myself. I mean, I already totally knew that, but it didn't hurt to think that all the time. His skin was tan from being in the sun so much, and as a plus, he had sexy-ass muscles. They were to die for. It wasn't like those disgusting body builder type of upper bodies, but still, he was pretty ripped. I think it was sexier like that. I could just walk over there and touch him... No, I can't go out of line again. I knew that.
I watched as she expertly drew a tattoo image that looked just like a lightning bolt-the Molnija mark. I was jealous of all his many tattoos. Someday, I'm going to look just like that.
Soon enough, he was done. Dimitri got up and looked at it in the mirror. He smirked. "Number twenty-nine," he said and looked at me. I glared and stuck my tongue out. Naturally, I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to have my tongue in his mouth-and belive me-I wanted that too.
I then sat in the chair. My eyes widened. Here it comes, I thought. Any second now.
Sydney rested her hand on my shoulder, and it was almost reassuring. I gulped. Sydney dug the needle into my neck. I was in shock, but I tried to ignore it and not let it show how much this was hurting me. I looked around the room. Yeva didn't look like she could care less, but Dimitri and Abe looked like they were beaming. Abe, the real father here, nearly had tears in his eyes, yet he kept the whole 'that's my daughter' thing up. Dimitri looked like a proud teacher should he knew that part of the reason I was getting this special tattoo was because he had taught me so much, and I smiled at him for that. Abe didn't seem to notice, though. I think he was to busy gloating to notice anything.
When it was finished, I lifted up my hair to look at it in the mirror... and there it was. It was amazing, I felt like I had so much more power now. I knew that years to come, I would have many, many more-like Dimitri. Sydney wrapped my neck up with bandages, and I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just achieved.
Dimitri gave me a pat on my back, and I smiled up at him. Dimitri hardly needed any more of those tattoos. In fact, any more Molnija marks, and he's going to get skin poisoning.
Just to be an asshole, I have him a hard slap on the back in return. On his right shoulder. Dimitri winced in pain, for I had just hit him where his new tattoo had been placed. His eye twitched, but he didn't say anything. I smiled up at him innocently, and he forced a smile in return. I knew he wanted to kill me, but I ignored it.
That night, when Olena and Dimitri's two older sisters got home, we had a huge dinner. Abe stayed over for dinner, despite the fact that I tried to beat the living shit out of him earlier. Sydney on the other hand, had a horrible excuse for leaving. Truthfully, I think she was intimidated by big families. Either that, or she just hates us. Most likely the latter.
"When she was two, I used to run around the house to catch her. She already learned how to walk. She ran around in only her little pink Pampers diapers-it was so cute!" Abe gushed about me. He took another sip of his beer, and his cheeks turned pink. "She would take random things from around the house and bring them into the kitchen, and when I asked her what she was doing, she would say 'Building a fort, Daddy!'"
Everyone laughed. I felt my cheeks heat up. Paul and Zoya were with Karolina's boyfriend, because right after, Karolina would be going back to his house. Viktoria had finally decided to join us, after a full day of doing nothing in her room.
Dimitri tangled his legs in mine, and I tried to fight the blush even more. I looked down at my lap and muttered curse words. Dimitri, of course, heard me. He took my hand in his secretly under the table. I love how nobody ever noticed these things.
"Rosie used to climb into bed with Mommy and I. We would wake up with her tucked in between us. Sometimes she would bring her stuffed animal kitty with her," Abe said and everyone laughed even more. Ugh, God. This was starting to get a little personal. Yet, everyone continued to laugh.
"You seemed to be such a cute kid," Dimitri said and paused. "What happened?" he joked. I gasped and glared. I punched his arm. Hard. He visibly flinched, and rubbed it where I hit it. He smiled in return, he knew he deserved that.
"And then, I went to her fifth grade graduation-oh my God she looked so cute! Someone had curled her hair, and she had this little pink dress on! And she tripped when walking onto the stage, and brought down her blonde friend with her!" Abe yelled. He was so drunk. "Lissa, right Rose?"
"Shut up, old man..." I warned. "You're pushing it," I said. A vein was popping out of my forehead. Olena was near to tears she was laughing so much. Karolina and Viktoria were just taking it in, both too nice to tease me about it. Even Sonya was laughing a little.
"No! There's more!" Abe insisted.
Fuck my life.
Kayyy, sorry the past two days I had been at my friends house, sorreh. Haha, I just remembered, I'm not even supposed to be on my computer, I got in trouble for being up to late Monday night and got it taken away for a week... but is that really going to stop me? Yeaaaa... No.
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