I am so sorry it took me so long to upload, I came across a lot of annoying problems. Never mind though because they're done with now. Luckily for you guys, I'll be able to update for often !

Rose's POV.

Dimitri listened to me rag on about everything for two hours. I don't know why, but he seemed very interested. We were still talking when I got up. I had completely forgot to have my milk bath. I hate not having a milk bath after swimming. My skin becomes so dry and I hate that feeling.

"Do you mind if we take the conversation into the bathroom. I forgot to have a milk bath," I said. His forehead crinkled up with his frown.

"A milk bath?"

"Yeah. The pool is filled with so much clorine, it dries out my skin if I don't have a milk bath," I told him. I felt like such an idiot as I explained it to him. He nodded.

"If you want a milk bath, don't let me stop you," he said. I walked into the over-sized bathroom and turned on the taps. I threw the towel into the dirty clothes basket and grabbed the milk solution out of the cupboard.

After adjusting the temperature, a squirted a whole heap of the mixture into the sat on the marble bench top as I got in.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" he asked. God, I loved his accent. I closed my eyes and lay my head back on the bath cushion.

"Sure," I said. When he didn't answer straight away, I opened an eye. He looked unsure about something. I turned the taps off.

"Um, why didn't you get angry with me like you did with Milla when I asked about your mum?" he asked finally. My heart jumped.

"You caught that, huh? Well, you don't know what she's like but Milla does. She's worked for us since I was nine, before Dad left," I told him, shrugging. Sure, I looked (and hopefully sounded) like I didn't care, but today had been a major milestone for me. I haven't spoken about my parents since they split up. To anyone. And that was seven years ago.

"How old were you when they separated?" he asked. I felt like a long ice shard had speared my chest. I looked at him, studying his face hard so I wouldn't start brawling.

"I was ten." Winning the fight with my voice box, I was glad my voice came out normal. Swallowing hard again, I continued. I knew I didn't have to but I felt like this was the only chance I would get to tell someone how great my Daddy is.

"They had been married since they were teenagers. Ninteen, to be precise. Maddie was only three months old. The only reason she knows him is because of school holidays. Before the split, we were a real family. Mum was always around and Dad read us bedtime stories. We all played tiggy in the back yard..." I trailed off as the memories flooded my mind. Me and Dad making a cake, me and Dad playing 'Marco-Polo' in the pool, me and Dad doing the grocery shopping. I squeezed my eyes to see the images clearer but they faded away. I growled in annoyance and splashed the milky water all over the floor. Dimitri lifted his feet up so they wouldn't get wet.

"My father is my most favorite person in the whole world and miss him so much!" I exclaimed.

"I just want him back," I said, tears finally filling my eyes. I put my face in my hands.

"If I can't have my Daddy, why can she? It's not fair," I added, voice sounding muffled. Dimitri leaned over and placed his hand on my shoulder. Christian, my blonde haired, freckle-faced and very over protective brother chose that exact moment to walk in.

"How the hell are you and why are you touching my sister?" he thundered. I snapped my head up, looking straight into his reddened face and blazing eyes.

"I'm Dimitri. I live next door," Dimtri told him.

"That doesn't explain why you've got your hands on my sister," Christian huffed. I sighed.

"Calm down. I was telling him about Dad and got myself all upset," I told him, used to his protectiveness. His face returned to it's normal bronze colour, but his eyes stayed angry.

"Why were you telling a complete stranger about our father?" he replied.

"Because he's the only one who was willing to listen. Unlike other people I could name!" I yelled at him. I was yelling because every time I tried to talk to him about Dad, he would either change the subject or walk away. I don't know what was up with him but Dad was like an off-limits subject..

"Don't you yell at me like that! I have my reasons for not wanting to talk about Dad with you!" he roared and walked out. With another growl, I splashed some more water. This time it was at the door.

"You're such a jerk!" I told him.

"I learned from the best!" my stubborn brother yelled back.

"God, he can be such as asshole sometimes," I muttered, standing up. Dimitri slipped off the bench and plucked the towel out of the hamper and laid it on the floor so I wouldn't slip over.

"You're so sweet," I commented. He smiled. I like it instantly. His smiled made his eyes sparkle.

"Is 'jerk' the worst insult you could think of?" he asked, helping me out of the tub. His question caught me a bit off guard. I had started reaching for the towel that was hanging up, but stopped.

"Yeah, him and I don't usually argue. Before all the parental shit happened, he used to be a big 'mummy's boy', but since she started working all the time, she quit hanging with him. He came to me for company. That's the one good that came out of them splitting up, I suppose," I answered yanking the towel off the hook and wrapping it around me.

"That's the same thing that happened my younger sister, Viktoria. Because's she's the youngest, she was daddy's little angel. When he wasn't working, they'd always be out on little field trips. It's like thay had a world of their own," he told me as we walked back into my room. Dimitri sat back on my bed as I walked into my built-in.

"Is it better now?" I asked him, grabbing underwear, a colourful Jay-jays shirt and pink jeans.

"Better?" he answered as I walked from the robe and behind the room-divider that hid the corner of room.

"Your relationship with Viktoria now your dad's not around," I said, putting the clothes on .

"Yeah, heaps. It's good that I get to spend time with her now. I feel for her, though. Her and her father's world has been shattered." I picked the towel up from the floor and hung it back up. Walking back into the room, I saw that Dimitri was now lying across the bed, staring up at the poster-covered roof. That was the only place I was allowed to have them. Back then.

"That's like my world. Dad's gone and his presence has been replaced with a gaping wound." I walked to the bed and lay beside him. We both lay in silence for a while.

"Who's that?" Dimtri asked, pointing to my Eminem poster that took up most of the ceiling.

"That's Eminem. He's an American rapper," I explained.

"A rapper? I don't think I've ever heard a rap," he said.

"Don't Eminem hear you say that. Rapping is the reason he lives. And his daughter Hailee," I said, getting up and sitting back behind my desk.

"How do you know that?" he asked, rolling over and proping himself up on his elbows. I clicked on the mouse and the computer screen lit up.

"Listen to this," I said, clicking on the music player.

"This is the only song he actaully sings in. That I've heard, anyway." As I finished my sentence, 'Hailee's Song' started pouring out of the speakers. The song finished and I looked up at Dimtri. He looked thoughtful.

"What's up?" I asked him. He snapped out of his daze.

"Uh, just thinking," he said simply.

"About what?" I quized.

"My ex. I mean, would it bother you if I said I didn't want to talk about it?" he asked. I shook my head. I know it was wrong, but it did bother me.

So there it was. Please R&R !