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Chapter 5

Rose POV

I glared angrily at the shut door. Dimitri could go burn in hell. I told them all he wouldn't believe me. My hand still covered my stomach. He left his baby.

For some reason this made me cry. I could take him leaving me. But his own baby? Sure he didn't believe me. But he still left.

I headed down to lunch. I wasn't very hungry but I knew if I didn't eat, Lissa would force food down me. The commons was full so I just headed over to our table. Adrian pushed a tray over to me. I started eating as me and Lissa talked through the bond.

You look like shit. What's wrong?

Dimitri's back.

That's a bad thing?

He didn't believe me.

She looked at me incredulously. I just nodded. "Eat," she ordered me. I looked down at my plate to notice that most of it was untouched. I stood up anyway.

"I'm not hungry Liss. I'm going to bed." I stood up. Adrian stood up. I shook my head and kissed him. "Just stay here. I'll be fine on my own. I'm just going to bed." He nodded.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I slid down the door and pulled out the object I kept in my pocket lately. I unwrapped the toilet paper from around the small silver razor blade. I held it to my wrist and took a deep breath. Nervously, I pressed it a little harder into my wrist. Instead of cutting my wrist I moved the blade to my calf. It wouldn't do me any good to bleed out. I cut deeply into my calf five times.

It took a few tries to get up from my position in front of the door. Even then I had to hop on my good leg to the bathroom. I doused my cuts with alcohol enjoying the sting it made. I put a bandaide on my cuts and went back to my room. I was lucky the dorm matron was downstairs and everyone else was at lunch. This was my typical routine for whenever I was alone since Dimitri left. I really didn't want to die. I got sick of crying. The blood replaced the tears. I started with the wrists. Now I cut just about everywhere.

I pulled on a pair of loose fitting sweat pants. The razor blade was still near the doors. I picked it up and wrapped it back in the toilet paper and put it in my pocket. Adrian would probably be here soon to check on me.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. I smiled and opened the door. Instead of my smiling boyfriend at the door it was a five foot Irish woman. AKA my mother. She pushed herself into the room and sat down on my bed.

"Is it true?" Not even a hello. Just flat out questions.

"Is what true?"

"Are you pregnant?" she asked. I paled. News reached her fast.

"What's it to you?" What can I say? I hold grudges.

She sighed. "I'm your mother. I deserve to know these things. Plus I just want to be part of it's life if you are." My slowly rising anger died.

I nodded and went to hug her. I let myself cry. Five years old wasn't a bad age and I wanted to be it again. Janine put her head on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. "Shh. It's alright. I'm not mad."

"But I'm only seventeen. Aren't you going to say I disgraced the family?"

"No Rose, I'm not. Your father might destroy the guy that knocked you up. But neither of us are mad at you."

"My father?" I hadn't heard about my father since I was five and I asked where he was. For Mom to mention him was a shock.

"Yes your father. I brought him to meet you today." I looked up into her eyes and then behind me. There was a moroi standing in the doorway. "Rose this is Ibrahim Mazur. Your father." I got up and ran into his arms. I know it wasn't very like me. I blame hormones. It could also be that I had been waiting for him my entire life.

"Now who's the boy that knocked my little girl up? Is it that Ivashkov kid?"

"No daddy." I know you all are shocked at my use of the affectionate word. I had a soft side. So sue me. "We would have used protection."

"Then who was it that you decided not to use protection with?"

"It was a dhampir, daddy. I didn't think we would need a condom." I buried my face in his chest and inhaled memorizing his scent. The scent of my father. I smiled.

"Jeesh baby girl. It's improbable not impossible. It's very hard for a dhampir to get pregnant with another dhampir. About one out of every three thousand. It hasn't happened in about five hundred years but still. Are they not teaching you?" I'm sure my surprise showed on my face.

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "Now what's his name?" he asked me softly.

"It's Dimitri." Tears started to fill my eyes again. Dad brushed them away.

"Your mentor?" mom asked from behind me. I nodded.

"Ex mentor. But don't hurt him daddy. He doesn't believe the baby's his."

"That's more reason to kick his ass! He can't leave you to raise this kid alone!" Really what was with people saying that?

"I'll be okay. Adrian will help me." He gave me a nonbelieving look. I just smiled at him. "So where you been all these years?"

The distraction worked. "Russia." He had a sad look on his face.

"Why weren't you here?"

"You're mother never told me until you were fifteen. Then I figured you didn't want me to be there. I thought you would hate me for not being there."

"I'm not." He smiled.

"I'll leave you two to catch up." That was all my mom said before she left.

I stayed in my room with daddy all day. I fell asleep with him there but when I woke up he was gone. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew he wouldn't stay.

I know it's kinda sad as is most of this story. It's not my fault I have a twisted mind. You'll figure that out later in the story if you're still reading by that time. Hopefully you will! ^-^ review please cuz believe it or not I do read them and I do appreciate it. You could ask anyone around me and they'd tell you that when I open my email and read my reviews my face lights up. Besides my lama's hungry Please feed him! I don't want him to starve!