Thank you for such a warm welcome back! Your reactions are so funny and not at all what I expected, you keep me on my toes. Enjoy the chapter, I will post again sometimes after the weekend.

…6 yrs Later

Rose

It felt very strange being back. Yet so very familiar.

I grew up here, all my friends were here, my best friend. Although I don't know what he is now.

After Dimitri and I had broken up I had packed up and left for London with my parents. My dad had gotten a job for that he couldn't refuse. It was only supposed to last for a year but when he got offered an extension, I didn't see a reason in going back.

Dimitri wasn't returning any of my calls, Facebook messages or emails. He was shutting me out. Royally.

I couldn't blame him though.

We had been best friends since I was seven years old and he was eight. I had recently moved in with my parents next door to him, his mom and his three sisters. We did everything together, we were inseparable.

When I turned thirteen we went on our first date and we had been an item since. It was puppy love. But in my heart I had always thought that nobody would ever be good enough that wasn't Dimitri. He knew me inside out. Sometimes even better than I knew myself.

He always told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I was and how he never wanted to be without me. I often didn't agree with the second part, because I didn't think I was that pretty. But who does? I know it's usual girl troubles. But I had always been on the chubby side, food was my best friend and it was what I turned to when I was upset. Dimitri on the other hand had always been that sports guy everybody loves. Through our relationship I didn't understand why he even liked me, but he always managed to make me feel special, telling me much he loved me for me. He also said he had a thing for curves.

Smiling to myself, I sighed as I was looking out the car window. We were driving from the airport to our old house. Dad had moved up quite a lot in London and was earning completely different money compared to when we left. But my parents loved our old house and had managed to buy it back when we decided to move here again.

I hadn't slept properly since I found out we were moving back.

Would he still live next door? Does he have a new Girlfriend? Does he look the same? Have he cut his hair? I had always loved his shoulder length hair, and those broad shoulders always made me swoon.

Even though six years had gone by Dimitri was still on my mind. I had tried hard over and over to get over him while overseas. Sad as it sounds I had picked up countless guys in order to push him away. But it never worked.

My dad use to tease me after each night I got in, how I never "brought boys home" little did he know how good I was

It was like he had me marked. Marked in a way so I could never ever see anyone without comparing them to him. Or like he'd put a mark on my forehead so people knew that I wasn't on the market, so nobody would get me apart from him. It was either that or I was punishing myself for knowing how much I must have hurt him, for him to later completely shut me out.

Replaying the night I had told him about the move, I have found at least one hundred other ways I could've ended it better, in hope it could have turned out just a little bit better. I have been thinking about what if's for the last six years now. But it wasn't something I could fix. It was done.

Occasionally I had tried stalking his Facebook but he had blocked me. I couldn't see anything apart from his profile picture. It was the only connection I had to him anymore.

Now I'm twenty three. I felt like a completely different person.

As soon as I realised that being with somebody else wouldn't help me get over him I started going to the gym. I had always been the chubby girl, all my friends back home were either tall and had a model figure or small and petite.

So I started my revenge body.

I hired a PT, I worked out four days a week and tried not to eat when I felt depressed. It is a lot harder than it sounds.

This was the stage were I started to curse like a sailor, my father found it quite funny but my mom constantly shot me glares when I did.

I had gone from a Size 16 to a 12. Size 10 on a really good day. What can I say, I love donuts!

My parents were chatting in the front. Sometimes they made me want to throw up since they had always been very lovey dovey as a couple. They never got married, it wasn't anything they saw as being necessary. They seemed to still love one another as if they were teens so i didn't say anything.

I do love them though, I was an only child so I have always been close to my parents. Open about my friends and always coming to them when I had a problem. My mother was very tough love, she had Irish roots so her red brown hair and her very straightforward attitude I think came like a package deal.

My father was a joker yet he was a stone cold business man. I think his life purpose was to continuously tease me and making my mother blush. It was just something he loved!

The car turned and we were driving down the street that I grew up on. Nothing had changed. It was as beautiful as ever. Turning into our drive way I could hear my dad sigh in contempt, "Home sweet home"

Mom turned in her seat, "Welcome home sweets"

I smiled her way but didn't say anything. Opening the door the warm evening air hit me and god had I missed that smell. Looking around my eyes instantly fell on his house. It didn't look much different. He lived in a bungalow with his whole family, sometimes I was jealous because the Belikov household was always so homey and cozy.

Our house was quite different, two story house. My mother was very particular in her taste as was my father. It was beautiful home and the back gardens had always been my sanctuary. Outside my window was a huge cherry blossom tree that I loved. I couldn't wait to see it again.

"How are you feeling about Uni darling?" dad asked as we were carrying the few bits we had form the car. The movers were coming with the rest tomorrow, since it had to be shipped separately.

"Good" I sighed, "A bit nervous I guess"

"Lissa and Tasha will be there won't they?" He asked raising his brows. Nodding I said, "They will, Viktoria as well, I just haven't seen them in so long. I'm not sure if they still know I exist" I said exaggerating.

He chuckled, "You're being paranoid, I'm sure they will be excited to have you back. Lissa and you go so far back, and you still FaceTime don't you?"

I nodded thinking to myself. I had known Lissa for almost as long as I had Dimitri. We did FaceTime a couple of times a month which did comfort me. I just hoped she was still the same.

Although nothing ever stay the same does it?

Dimitri

Slowly becoming concious I felt my head pounding. Groaning to myself I sighed, what the fuck did I do last night?

Feeling someone stir next to me, she moves her arm around me. Sighing I moved it away from me and got out of bed. Grabbing my sweat shorts I went to the bathroom. Both Christian and Ivan was chilling on the sofa watching tv.

"And the cave man merges from the dark!" Ivan chuckled as I walked to the bathroom. Flipping him off I went to the bathroom.

Grabbing some advil in hope to releave the constant pounding in my head. After taking a piss I disappeared into my room, I had to get her out, what was her name again? Gina? Dina?

She stirred as I grabbed a tshirt. Smiling at me she was trying very hard to make her self look irresistable in bed. "Morning" her sickly sweet voice made me roll my eyes when she wasn't watching.

"You alright?" I asked when I turned to meet her.

"Good" she stretched, "Do you want to go for breakfast?"

"Nah" I said opening the curtains. I know I was being an ass, that was the whole point. "You need to go" I said simply.

Pulling the sheets against her chest, covering herself up her jaw dropped, "Excuse me?"

"Last night was good, but I need to get going, so..." tilting my head towards the door. She was huffing and puffing as she was grabbing her tiny dress that was on my floor, put it on and headed for the door. Turning in the door way she had a scowl on her face, "You're an asshole Dimitri Belikov"

Crossing my arms over my chest I raised a brow and said "Tell me something I don't know"

Gasping she rushed out and I shook my head, girls are always so much drama these days.

Walking out into our flat, we had a combine kitchen living room. The kitchen bar cut off the room with three barstools by it. This place had been Ivan's and Mine for three years now, Christian moved in a while ago after he was going through a rough time with his family.

"You really know how to pick em don't you D?" Christian said as he was playing with Ivan on the PS4.

Not replying, I went into the kitchen grabbing a bowl and some cereal. The weather was shit today, Sunday today so no classes, it looked like a gym day.

"Who was that?" Ivan asked as he joined me in the kitchen grabbing a drink from the kitchen.

Thinking for a moment as I was chewing I said, "I think her name was Gina? But I'm not sure" I said shrugging.

Ivan chuckled shaking his head, "So how was last night?"

"Judging by the pounding in my head, I'd say pretty good" I snickered before joining Christian on the couch.

"Have you been out every night this week?" Ivan continued.

"Of course he has" Christian huffed, his eyes still on the Tv, "It was the year anniversary last Saturday, we have barely seen him since"

Hitting the back of his head, I messed up his game so he got shot and lost a life. "Fucks sake!" He groaned shooting me a glare.

"Then don't talk shit" I said giving him a snide look.

"It's the truth though" Christian said, "Just man up and admit"

"Are you seriously still whipped about Rose? Wasn't that like Five years ago?" Ivan said giving me a look.

"Six" I corrected without thinking and I wanted to face palm myself. "It doesn't matter, her leaving was great, I have had Mad game ever since, I get more pussy than Ivan's ever seen girls in his life so who cares"

"You obviously" Christian said under his breath, since i heard him I punched his shoulder hard.

He chuckled, "Stop being so fucking emotional" His phone went off and we all knew it was Lissa.

"Here we go" Ivan said leaning back in his chair.

"If somebody's whipped it's him" I said looking at Christian. He had been with Lissa since they were both fifteen. High school sweethearts and all that crap. Rose set it as her mission for them to finally get together.

Leaning my head back on the sofa I closed my eyes and sighed.

I had tried stalking her Facebook little over a month ago but I almost punched myself to get out of it. Just the thought of Rose drove me insane. She said she was going to be gone for a year, fucking liar. It's been six years and she still wasn't back yet.

She had called me everyday for a month after she left. She sent Facebook messages until I blocked her a few months later. And the emails stopped after six months. I never read any of them, I knew they would make me cave.

I had proudly been completely whipped by Rose Hathaway. But knowing the power she had over me, how angry I had gotten when she told me they were moving. It scared me.

After telling her to fuck off I had punched a brick wall until my fists were covered in blood. She left, she chose her parents and Europe over me so why the fuck am I still sparing her a thought.

I started going after anything that moved after she left, partying was my way of relaxing. That and going to the gym. I had gained so much muscle weight I was twice in size as I was when I was eighteen. I even fucked one of the receptionist at the gym on her break.

I had just stopped caring. I didn't care about anybody but myself and my family of course. Ivan and Christian were the only people I had close. Of course Lissa and Tasha were Vika's best friends so they hung around a lot too.

Lissa was this tall Modelesc looking girl with blonde straight her reaching her mid back. Christian worshipped the ground she walked on.

I had gotten with Tasha a couple of times, she was petite like Viktoria, similar height. Only difference was that Viktoria had brown hair like mine and Tasha's was jet black. She even had a few small tattoos running down her spine and on her ribs. But she had nothing on Rose..

My sisters started going off in our what's app group and I rolled my eyes. They loved to just go on and on and half of it didn't even make sense. It was a good way of keeping an eye on them though.

Karolina was the oldest and she was Twenty six now. I came after her at Twenty four, then Sonya at Twenty three and Viktoria at Twenty two. They all still lived with Mamma in our family home.

My flat was still near by, I just lived closer to the University Viktoria and I went to. Karolina left school at twenty two when she got pregnant with my nephew Paul. Sonya hated school so she was working in town ever since she finished College.

Viktoria was studying english in hope of one day becoming a teacher and I was doing physical science and maths.

When my sister didn't stop messaging me I picked up my phone and didn't get what they were going on about. Messaging back I wrote.

What are you guys going on about?

Karolina was writing and as soon as I saw the text bubble come up on screen I felt like throwing my phone against the wall.

Rose is back.

Love a good cliff hanger! I will post again just after the weekend. What do you think he will do? How will he react? And what will their first meeting be like?

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