Hey everyone! I am so sorry for the late update but I hate author notes so I just waited until I could post the next chapter. It's hard to update because I don't have any internet so I have to find time out of my busy schedule to go to the library to update. Again, so so so so sorry for the overdue update. Now, I hope you enjoy this chapter…I made it longer to try to make up for all the time. Review please!
Chapter 4:
After walking out the front doors of the gym, I climbed into Mrs. New Booty and drove across the street to Hobby Lobby. There, I would be able to find a shirt along with glitter, glue, stickers, and just about anything else I could imagine to put on Dimitri's shirt. My project tonight will keep me entertained and busy.
While walking down the aisles I grabbed every girly, shiny thing I saw. Some of those pretty things happened to be pink glitter, flowers, butterflies, stars, hearts, kittens, and a bunch of other crap. Once I filled my cart with a bunch of decorations, I made my way towards the shirts. Figuring that Dimitri had huge muscles that only Adonis should be allowed to have, I chose to get him a medium size shirt; knowing that his muscles will be wanting to tear the fabric, but not small enough to give him an excuse to not wear it since he couldn't fit in it.
After checking out at the register, glaring at the sales lady who was giving me weird looks, I threw all the bags into the trunk of my car and raced home, a smile on my face the whole way home. That smile soon vanished when I saw my father's car in the driveway. Groaning, I got out of the car and snatched up the bags and went inside.
"Rosie!" The one and only bum was again sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand that started swinging wildly once he saw me. Next to him was someone I have never before seen in my life. This guy had light brown hair and green eyes. If he had not been hanging out with my father, I would have dubbed him hot; however, his eyes were bloodshot and heavy along with having a bottle of vodka in his hand. Just the sight of him made me want to throw my guts up. I will never understand the appeal of drugs and alcohol.
"Hi Abe." Once I realized what I said, I cringed. He wanted respect shown to him by calling him 'dad' but me being me; I said the first response that came to my mind. Abe's brow furrowed into anger and slammed his beer bottle on the wall next to my head. I have never seen him this way before and that scared the hell out of me. With my eyes wide I ran for the stairs trying to get to my room before he could reach me. My feet pounded on the soft carpeted stairs as I pushed myself up each step. Behind I could hear slurred cussing and another set of footsteps other than my own. I quickly reached my room and slammed the door shut just as Abe reached the top of the stairs. Locking it, I turned away from the door and turned up my music to try and drown out the banging and yelling coming from the other side of the thin piece of wood separating me and the sperm donor on the other side.
With my great mood down the drain, I sat on my bed with my back resting against the headboard, my knees pulled up to my chest and tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Next to me sat my best friend Buffy the Bear. I have had him since I could remember. He was my friend and listened to my problems and comforted me when I needed it. I held him tightly in my arms as I played back Abe throwing that bottle at my head. I thanked whoever was up there that he had been too wasted to have a sense of aim otherwise that would have ended badly and Dimitri wouldn't be able to get his shirt tomorrow.
"Oh fuck! His shirt!" I looked at the clock and saw it was already eight in the evening. I scrambled off the mattress and pilled all of the crap I bought for the shirt and grabbed a pair of scissors off my desk and started working on the shirt; writing in big bold letters 'Rose kicked my ass in basketball…she is almighty!' After gluing a bunch of girly dogs and cats and made a bunch of designs in glitter on the bright yellow shirt, I stood back and looked at my handy work. I had cut the bottom of the shirt so that it would reach between his bellybutton and chest. Giggling to myself, I set the shirt on my desk and changed into my pajamas and let sleep over take me; a small smile on my lips, thinking of Dimitri's reaction for when he sees his new shirt.
I woke up to banging and beeping sounds coming from outside my window. Today was Saturday and was my day to sleep in. Looking out the window I saw construction trucks roaming about and resisted the temptation to go storming out there and hit the traffic director over the head with his stop sign and tell them to shut the bloody hell up. Instead, I groggily shuffled to my bathroom and climbed into the shower; my mood skyrocketing with remembering the shirt and the calming smell of my coconut shampoo. Once done and putting on clothes, I grabbed and gift bag that had a picture of an oiled down man with huge biceps posing, supposedly, seductively for the camera. My friend had sent me a birthday present in this bag as a gag gift. I am now glad I kept it. Once folding the shirt nicely I covered it with pink tissue paper and with keys in my hand, ran downstairs stopping briefly to see the shattered glass on the floor. With a sigh, I realized that I would have to clean it up when I got back.
After flipping of the construction people and parking my car in front of the gym, I made my way inside with a huge shit eating grin on my face; a grin that grew once I saw Dimitri standing at the desk.
"Hey Comrade, I got you a present." My smile turned innocent as he looked at me in horror. His face turned from horror to an 'I want to run off the Eiffel tower right now' once I put the gift bag in front of him. "Go on, open it! I want to see how happy you get once you see my gift to you."
He hesitantly plucked the pink tissue paper out of the way and pulled out the cropped shirt and instantly dropped it on the counter as if it burned him.
"No, no, no! I'm not prancing around wearing that!" His eyes were wide watching the shirt as if it were going to attack him. Holding in my laughter, I looked at him as if I were going to cry. Thank God for those acting classes. With the tears in my eyes that were from holding in my laughter, it made me look more like a helpless little girl.
"Don't you like it? I spent three hours on making it just for you Dimitri." My lip jutted out into a pout as my head turned down making me look up at him through my lashes. I almost burst at seeing his pained expression. He gingerly picked it up with his finger and thumb and looked at it. He then sighed.
"Alright Rose. We had a bet and I never go back on my word. I'll wear it for a day." I jumped and clapped my hands and insisted he put it on right now. He took off his white beater and put on the new shirt. Once on I had to lean my hands on my knees to keep me upright from laughing so hard. Here is this big Russian God now wearing the bright shirt with so many girly stuff all over it.
"Ha! Comrade, that is so smexy! Now smile for the camera and say 'cheese'." I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture of him. That is definitely going on Facebook.
"Rose you delete that picture right now!" Oh my, Russian looked furious and started to jump over the counter. I took that as my time to leave and ran to the lady's looker room and stuck my tongue out at him as he came to a halt glaring at me.
"What? You want this? You can't have it cause you can't come in here and take it. Although, you do look gay so I suppose you are a lady now with that getup." Laughing, I waved my phone with the picture of him around. I started to turn around when I saw him charging towards me. With a scream, I booked it for the bathroom stalls and locked myself in one so he couldn't get me. He banged on the door telling me to come out and said stuff in Russian that I didn't understand. All of a sudden, the memories of last night with my dad came back and had me scared all over again. I shrank back into the corner of the stall and curled up into a fetal position scared that Dimitri will try to throw something at me too.
"Roza? Rose, are you okay?" I didn't answer, just sniffled to hold in the tears. "Rose? Are you crying? Please unlock the door." No answer. He crouched down to look under the door and saw me in a ball. He suddenly went from pissed off Russian to a worried wart. With his long Michael Jordan Space Jam arms, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the tiled floor, under the door and into his arms.
"What's wrong Roza? What's happened?" He looked down at me and begged me with his eyes to tell him. I don't know why I didn't but I felt that I needed to keep the incident to myself. For some reason, what my father did scared me so bad that I was actually afraid of him and anyone that could hurt me. However, when Dimitri pulled me to him, I felt comforted. But, I just shook my head at the question and buried my face into his glittered shirt.
"Roza please, talk to me. Let me help you. I promise, whatever happened, you can tell me about it and I will help." His eyes were gentle and begging me to tell him. Instead, I let my eyes drop to his shirt then bounce back up to his face and gave a little smile.
"I can't take you seriously in that shirt Comrade."
Okay, so I totally did not plan to have it come to a bit of abuse, but it's what my hands wrote and came to my mind. However, I will not let it get to sexual assault. I don't think I will have the tolerance to write that. But sorry it took so long again and I hope you all enjoyed it. Reviews make my day and help me write faster!