Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. RM owns all.
Those two days past quickly. It all kind of turned into a blur. Tasha showing me pictures of all kinds of mansion-looking homes, Lissa and Mia begging me to stay with Liss, the men promising me I'll be safe, that they'll make sure of it. Mason and Dimitri keeping a watchful eye on me, though never saying anything; a nod or a slight smile here and there is all I get from them.
Mia finally had given up when Tasha showed me a picture of home #37. She huffed loudly as I smiled at the beauty of the home, the pictures where of all parts of the home. It was beautiful, made of stone and wood there was huge triangular windows, doubles doors for the front; none in the back. One room was made of all glass, near the back of the house. Matter of fact, the back wall was basically made of glass, only the outlining of it was wood. Stone walks, stone chimney, flowers and trees everywhere. Just the outside of the home had me sold. It was simply amazing.
"So?" Tasha asked excitedly.
"Now this is my kind of home." I laughed, it was perfect.
Tasha beamed like she had won a gold medal, "Great, I'll drawl up the paper work and the house will be yours in a matter of hours." With that she scurried away, smiling as bright as the stars above.
I was smiling, probably just as brightly, I had to admit I was pretty excited to move in. Lissa was frowning, sitting on my bed. Mia was sulking over on the couch. Dimitri and Mason were standing by the door, Mason smiling slightly to me, Dimitri just staring ahead doing the seeing without seeing thing, looking like he wasn't paying attention but I had a feeling he was indeed.
"Can we leave now?" I asked, a bit too happily after everything that's happened.
Ignorant Bliss. I thought.
Lissa sighed again, "Christian'll be here in about two hours to pick us up. Why don't you get changed and get ready?"
"Alright, sounds great. I could seriously use a change in scenery." I moved slowly to get off the bed, I hadn't actually been able to get off for the past few days. With my burns I figured it was probably smart to stay in bed while I could. And I don't think the doctors would have let me anyways.
Slowly I allowed my bandaged legs to fall to the edge of the bed, trying to carefully lower myself to the floor. One leg at a time Rose, I told myself. My toes felt the cold of the floor through the socks I had on, I put slight pressure on that foot as I lowered my other leg, again feeling the slight cold on my toes.
"Do you need help?" Lissa asked worriedly. Mia stood up, the same concern reflecting in her eyes.
"Nah," I smiled at them, "I'm great." Then I fell. My legs had given out from the lack of use. I waited for the impact to the cold, hard hospital floor. Ready for my injuries to get worse from the fall. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the pain.
But it never came.
Instead I felt someone holding me up. One arm around my waist, another on my arm to steady me; a feather light touch. It stung, but no where near as much as the floor would have. I looked up, it was Dimitri.
"T-Thanks." I stammered, a bit shocked he had caught me so fast.
"Are you sure your okay?" He asked quietly, his Russian accent lacing his words.
I smiled at him, wincing slightly from my burns, "Yeah I'm amazing."
He set me back onto the bed, he looked to Lissa, "Why don't you two help her. I'm not sure she's in the best condition to do much standing."
I glared at him, "Hey I can get dressed just fine thank you!" And then he and Mason left the room. They're shadows showing a bit through the crack at the bottom of the door. I sighed.
"Alright, shirt off." Lissa commanded, holding up a baggy gray T shirt.
I huffed, but did it the best I could. Which actually wasn't that well, I could lift my arms with only a bit of pain; but I couldn't actually grab the shirt and pull it off. My hands wouldn't allow me to grab even with the lightest hold. I smiled sheepishly as Mia walked up and slowly pulled at it, giving me a reassuring me as the shirt went over my eyes. Once that had fallen to the floor Liss eased the new shirt past my head.
It took about a half hour, but eventually, I had my sweatpants on as well and the girls had tied back my hair.
"Can I have a mirror please?" I asked meekly, not wanting one at all, but needing to know what everyone else is going to see.
Liss pulled a make-up mirror out of her purse, holding it up so I could see into it. She and Mia shared a look.
I knew why as soon as I looked at myself. Gasping, I put a pained hand to my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My face looked like it had lost almost all of it's color since the fire, I went even whiter when I seen my hair. It wasn't one of my top priorities for the past few days and I hadn't given it a first thought.
It use to be to the middle of my back, shining a deep brown, a brown that was often mistaken as black. Now, it was dull, and completely flat, and if it weren't up, it'd probably be only a bit longer then Dimitris'. A choked sob escaped and the tears fell, I didn't bother to hid that I was crying. I loved my hair, and now it's practically gone.
The girls jumped me quickly, trying to hug me without actually touching me; it only made me cry harder. God what have I gotten myself into!
The girls shushed me, telling me it was going to be okay, that they'd make sure the person responsible would be found. Again, that only made me cry harder. They patted at my hair soothingly, a feather light touch against my charred skin.
At that thought I broke down, I couldn't handle it. I'm so screwed, my life is over. I'm a dead woman walking. Nothing is ever going to be the same again, I'll never be the same again. I can only pray that the next time this person comes for me they'll actually kill me, painlessly. Instead of burning my house down, I don't want to die that way. Hell if I even want to die.
Oh god. I don't want to die.
I want to have a full life, I want to sing and I want to make my music. I want people to hear that music, I don't want my life to be thrown to the wind. I don't want a to be scared to leave my house; because right now, I sure as hell am scared to leave this room. I don't want to have to worry about someone plotting my death. I want to be in control of my life. I want to say when my life ends.
I want to be in control...
I will decide when my life is over.
I'm not letting this bastard take that or anything else away from me.
And with that thought, I straightened up; the girls let go of me. I patted my hair, and fixed my shirt. I was determined to be the one to say when and how I die. I wiped at my eyes and cheeks, ridding them of any tears.
A few seconds later, the door slowly cracked open. My heart sped a little but I forced myself to look head on at the person coming through. It was only Christian, he poked his head through looking unsure.
"Hey." His voice was soft and apologetic, "Uh..." He didn't know how to continue so he just let his sentence trail off. He opened the door the rest of the way, showing Dimitri and Mason behind him. They stood there, looking amazingly powerful, ready for anything. And at that point I knew I was too.
I nodded my head, "Let's go."
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Let me know what cha think, I know not much seemed to happen; but alot really had. And chyeah, I'm speaking more then just of Roses' breakdown. Sadly, I can't tell ya'll but I'd love to hear your guesses.
Do you think Rose knows this person? Or is it someone from random? Will Mason die in this story as most do kill him off? Should I kill our beloved redhead? And mostly, do you think the woods surrounding this new home protect dear Roza? Or will it be her downfall?
Tif
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