DPOV (QUICKY A/N: THIS CH. WILL BE MOSTLY IN DPOV, EXCEPT AT THE END)
I had walked Roza home, Mama greeted Roza with a hug. Once Roza was home, I asked her if she had the number of Tasha's cousin, the one dating her friend.
"Christian?" Roza said. "Why do you want Christian's number?"
"Trust me, Roza," I said. Roza told me Christian's number and I called him. He told me the one place that Tasha would most likely be at is the town's bar. From what Christian said, Tasha goes there to try and hook up with guys. And drink. Heavily. I told Roza to stay at her house. I didn't want her witnessing what I was going to do, no matter how much it pained me. After giving Roza a goodbye kiss, and a kiss to Veli and Bener, I left. I gave a brief explanation to Mama, trying to leave out as many details as I could. I knew she'd find out later, but for now I'd rather she didn't know.
When I finally found the bar, I went in and looked around. It stank of liquor and cigarettes. It wasn't hard finding Tasha, I could easily hear her nasally, high-pitched throughout the bar. When I saw her, she was flirting with a man who looked twice her age.
"Tasha," I called. Her icy blue eyes looked at me and a smile crept her face. I motioned her to follow me, she got up and quickly came beside me, leaving the man confused and a little hurt, I guess. Tasha tried grabbing my hand, but I stuffed them in my pocket. She walked uncomfortably close to me, my stomach knotted. She'd try and flirt with me, but I ignored her attempts. Once we were far from the bar, I turned to her and slapped her cheek. The impact of my hand to her cheek echoed. Tasha's hand went to her cheek, her eyes wide with confusion.
"What the hell, Dimitri?" she exclaimed.
I shoved Tasha, trying desperately not to shove her too hard. I glared at her. "What the hell?" I repeated. "You threaten my girlfriend and my children and all you can say is 'what the hell?'" Tasha's eyes widened, she opened her mouth to say something, but I beat her to it. "I warned you to stay away from my girlfriend. But what did you do? You threaten her." I grabbed her arm, very tightly. She winced. I yanked her towards me. She gave a squeal of pain and shock. "My patience has run low, Natasha," I said bitterly. "I have tried acting nice to you but I am beyond acting nice." I squeezed her arm, her eyes watered. I started walking, viciously yanking her to follow. She would try wiggling out of my grip, but I wouldn't let go. The more she moved, the tighter I held.
"Stop, Dimitri," she said shakily. "I'm sorry, I won't hurt Rose. Please. Let me go."
I stopped, I pulled Tasha toward me. She stumbled. "You're sorry?" I said. "I don't believe you. The moment I let you go, you'll go and start bullying and bothering Roza again. I will not allow that." Tasha began sobbing, spewing out excuses. I slapped her cheek again. She stopped blabbering. I was still tightly holding her arm. I was about to open my mouth to say something, then Tasha yanked her arm out of my grip and started running. I easily caught up to her. I grabbed both her arms and forced her to look at me. I was beyond furious. I gripped her arms so tightly my hands hurt. Tears were rolling endlessly down Tasha's face. Her make up was smeared. "I will tell you to leave when I'm ready for you to leave. Understood?" She nodded.
I actually felt sorry for how Tasha looked. But I had to keep reminding myself how she acted to Roza and the boys.
"Why did you threaten Roza and my children?" I hissed.
Tasha sniffled and gave a weird hiccuping noise. "I-I don't know," she sobbed.
I slapped her, hard. "That isn't an answer. Why did you threaten my girlfriend and my children?"
"I don't know," Tasha wailed. I slapped her harder. I repeated myself one more time. Saying I was pissed off would be an understatement. "I'm jealous of her! Okay? I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous." Tasha completely melted down at that point. She started wailing and crying and blubbering. Any sound that came out of her was incoherent. A bruise was beginning to form from where I'd slapped her. I loosened my grip on her arms, and shoved her away from me. But she didn't move.
"Why are you jealous?" I asked.
"Y-your girlfriend is so pretty and I-I just wanted to show-w my friends that I c-could get you." Tasha wrapped her arms around herself. Tears kept falling down her face. "I l-like you but you were always with her and then she's pregnant and I couldn't h-have you."
I looked at Tasha, she looked broken, vulnerable. Normally I'd feel great guilt for someone who looked so broken, but for Tasha I felt none. She didn't deserve my guilt.
"I'm letting you leave," I said slowly. "But I want you to remember this every time you decide you want to go near my girlfriend. Every. Single. Time." Tasha's eyes widened with fear. "Your friends want you to do something to Roza? I want you to remember tonight. Go." Tasha ran, and I stood, rooted to the ground. I couldn't believe I had harmed a woman. But it was Tasha, and she was the one who was harming Roza. So this didn't actually count, right?
I turned and left, headed to home.
RPOV
Dimitri had been gone an awful long time. I knew he'd be dealing with Tasha, but I didn't know it'd take this long. I was taking care of Veli and Bener. I had changed their diapers, bathed them, fed them, burped them, and was about to put them to bed. When I heard the front door open, I ran so fast I felt like I was flying. Dimitri stood there, his face expressionless.
"Dimitri?" I said softly. He looked at me, his beautiful brown eyes dull. I wrapped my arms around his waist. "It's okay."
"I don't feel bad for what I did," Dimitri whispered. "I just don't ever want to do it again." I nodded. Hopefully, whatever Dimitri did, it would stop Tasha from harassing me.
QUICKY A/N: HEEY, HOPE THIS CH. WAS GOOD ENOUGH. WAS DIMITRI'S "RAISING HELL" GOOD? DO YOU THINK TASHA WILL LEAVE ROSE ALONE? HEAD'S UP, ONCE I FINISH THIS STORY, I'LL GIVE YOU GUYS A SNEAK PEAK INTO THE NEW FF STORY I'M GOING TO BE WORKING ON. REVIEW, PLEASE!
YOURS TRULY,
~SMITHY
