Sorry to leave you guys hanging, I've seen some mixed opinions on what happened, we get Dimitri's POV and to find out what's going on.

So here's another update, ENJOY!

Dimitri

I was aching, but in a good way.

It was the first day hitting the gym in a good few days, not that I had minded having some days with Rose, not that it had been like I had imagined. Or maybe it had.

I had had that inkling that Lissa would hold this over her head but not quite as extreme as this. I was finding it all just absolutely fucking ridiculous, but I hadn't been as vocal about it, I wasn't sure how Rose would feel about it, I didn't want to upset her further. I knew she felt guilty, but from what I've heard I didn't even feel guilty based on how Lissa was treating her. It was fucking stupid! Who ignores someone for days on end unless they really want that person to feel pain? Is that what she wants?

Sighing I opened the door to the flat and dropped my gym bag on the floor. I had a good day today though. Chris, Ivan and I had decided not to talk about what's going on, I didn't want to start anything between us and I knew I would probably not be able to control what came out of my mouth if I got started. Even my sister pissed me off for hopping on the Lissa train. She tried to argue her side with me but I hung up on her angry about the fact that she would talk to me and not Rose.

It was all so fucking childish I could barely understand it.

Hitting the gym with the boys was good though, we were just being stupid, having a laugh and talking shit. I think my frustration levels came down a couple of notches but as soon as I got home and thought of Rose I could feel my muscles start to tense up again.

Throwing my top off I headed straight for the shower, the steam started to fill the room as the water got warmer and warmer.

As cliche as it sounds, one of my favourite places is in the shower, the water hitting your body and it is probably one of the best places in the world to think. It's just you and your thoughts. You can feel your muscles relax and your problems run down the drain with the water.

I was trying to push out whatever thoughts was pushing to the front of my mind. I was getting more and more frustrated with this whole situation, Rose was so tense and her mood was all over the place. I hope all the worry would disappear but it had all gotten worse.

Sighing I rested two hands against the wall, the water was hitting me hard, focusing on my breathing. Fuck, I need to relax. All this is fucking with my mood, I'm being supportive, I'm doing everything I can do be patience but it's all wearing thin.

Suddenly I heard the door open, I frowned, I had texted Rose on my way over but she wouldn't get here this fast. "Babe?" I half shouted.

I was met by silence.

Finishing up in the shower I grabbed a towel and wrapped in around my waist, running a hand through my wet hair I opened the door, "Baby?"

Stepping into the living room my eyes grew wide. I was met by Camille standing in the middle of the room wearing a trench coat that was loosely hanging open, but I could see all she was wearing underneath was skimpy lingerie and a uncomfortable smirk on her lips.

"I didn't know that's what you called me these days?" She asked licking her lips eyeing me up and down.

Clenching my fists I glared at her, "What the fuck are you doing here Camille?"

"I thought I'd surprise you, show you what you're missing" She shrugged easily.

Huffing, "Trust me, I'm not missing anything, now get the fuck out"

"So it is true then?" She asked slowly walking closer, "You're taken?"

"Doesn't fucking matter Camille, get out!" I snapped. She needed to be out of here two fucking minutes ago, hell why would it even enter her mind to just fucking show up? I haven't seen or heard from her for over a month. How stupid is she? I've been been nothing but rude to her and she thinks I still want her? What doesn't she get?

Her hands were dancing by the belt, the only thing holding her coat together, "But it does matter" her voice was turning all sultry and I rolled my eyes, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her" she said stopping right in front of me.

She was living her hands to touch me but I pushed her hands away and pointed towards the door, "Go" I said through my teeth.

But determination didn't falter from her eyes, before I could stop her, she tugged at the belt and shrugged out of her coat. For the love of god! Why can't shit go my way?

Not looking down, my eyes were hard on hers as she kept looking at me with her bed eyes. Not gonna fucking happen.

"I'll push you out in the hall like that if you haven't got your coat on in five seconds"

"You've always been so demanding, I've always loved that" she said licking her lips and her hands were suddenly on my bare chest.

My hands went around her wrists, "What don't you fucking get Camille? I don't want you. Go get yourself a guy who actually wants you and get some fucking standards! If you don't get your hands off of me by the time I'm done talking I'll get you out myself and I won't be gentle"

"Sounds like fun" she winked.

Tightening my grip around her wrists I was preparing to push her off and force her out the door when there was a short knock and the door opened.

I have no fucking luck in the world.

Rose ran a hand through her hair as she came through saying, "It's only me babe I-" her eyes lifted off the floor and she froze.

Her eyes narrowed at the scene and I felt my heart stop in my chest. This can't be fucking happening. It just fucking can't!

Suddenly she spoke, "Wow, Karma really is a bitch"

I wanted too frown, ask what she means by that, but I realised Camille still had her bloody hands on me. Pushing her back a little too hard she stumbled. Turning to Rose I spoke quickly, "This is not what you think it is Rose, I promise you-" Camille was making her way closer again and I glared at her as I hissed, "You stay the fuck away from me" before I turned back to Rose and continued, "I promise you, on my life that she just appeared as I was in the shower. Nothing happened Rose, I swear-"

Rose held both her hands up for me to stop and I shut up instantly. Taking a deep breath closed her eyes for a second before she met my gaze, "Believe it or not I actually believe you're telling the truth" Her eyes moved between Camille and myself before she shook her head as if to tell herself to stop thinking otherwise. "But this image is so fucking not what I need to see after the day I've had"

There was a strain in her voice, frowning I took a step toward her, "What do you mean? What happened-"

"I don't want to talk about it" she bit out as her eyes were suddenly burning on Camille, her fists clenching as she spoke with venom dripping from her words, "Put your fucking stripper coat back on and get the fuck out or I'll grab you by your ugly highlighted extensions and drag you down the stairs"

Camille rolled her eyes crossing her arms under her chest, "So many threats today, do you guys always talk to one another like this-?"

She didn't even had time to finish her sentence, Rose was stalking across the room. Before Camille even was prepared, Rose had a fistful of her hair dragging her towards the door.

I wanted to pull her back, ask her what's wrong? I know this scene wasn't at all what either of us need right now but she trusts me, if she didn't I would be on the other side of her wrath, not Camille.

She was screaming as Rose flung the door open, "You stupid bitch! Let me go!" She shouted as Rose forced her out the door.

"I gave you a choice" Rose hissed, "You made the wrong fucking one" I don't think I've ever seen Rose this pissed before.

Then they were both out of my sight.

About to run after I realised that I only had a towel around my waist, rushing to my room I chucked on a pair of sweat shorts before following where Rose and Camille had disappeared.

Hurrying around the last corner down the stairs I saw Rose shove Camille out the door, she stumbled forward.

"You stupid whore" she growled holding onto her hair as she was glaring at Rose.

I hadn't even noticed that Rose had grabbed her trench coat as she threw it in her face, "If I ever see you around here again I'll pull those fucking extension out and I won't even bother taking you down stairs" Rose was about to go at her again, I could tell by her stance, grabbing her upper arms I held her back, "I'll push you out the fucking window-"

"Rose, that's enough-"

But she didn't listen, pushing away out of my hold she didn't look at me as Camille scurried back as she thought Rose came closer.

"You better fucking run" she hissed through her teeth.

I've never seen her like this before. She was anger all over and it was like she had no control.

"Rose she's out, let it go, let's go up stairs" I tried reaching for her again but she twisted out of my grip and that was the first time in minutes she met my gaze.

Her eyes were wild, I could tell she had been crying today, she had no make up on and her eyes looked tired.

She was shaking her head as she looked at me, the hurt came flooding back into her eyes.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked worry rushing all over me.

Still shaking her head she started to back away from me, "I came here because I needed to talk to you, to make me feel better again, but seeing that? Fuck me, there's only so much you can deal with in one day" she said as her voice grew thick, looking away.

"What happened today? Tell me" I urged her. I had spoken to her this morning but I hadn't heard from her since, she would have texted me if she needed me, I knew she would have.

"I don't want to talk about it, not right now, I jthink I- I just need to be alone" she said as she was about to turn and leave. I didn't want her to be alone right now, I couldn't have her leave like this.

"Rose please, come on" I begged, "Talk to me, this is nothing, I know it might have looked like it but I swear to you, you have nothing to worry about. Tell me what happened today-"

"No" she cut me off. "No, I'm gonna go home" she was moving back again, "I'll call you later Dimitri"

"No Rose wait-"

"We're ok Dimitri" she said cutting me off again, but she wouldn't look at me "Don't worry, I don't blame you but I just need-" She sighed. "I just need some time" Then she turned her back to me and started to walk away. "Rose!" I called after her.

Camille had already departed, I think she wanted to get as far away from Rose as possible after what just happened.

Clenching my fists I watched her as she walked away. Anger and frustration was starting to eat at me from inside. So many questions kept popping up from all over the place.

What had happened today? Why did she look so sad? Should I not have gone out and stayed home with her today? Why would't she talk to me? She can't possibly believe what happened with Camille was real?

My eyes stayed firm on her as she kept shaking her head, looking like she was having a big internal fight that she wouldn't let me be apart of. I wanted to run after her and shake her up, force her to tell me what was going on! But I knew that I can't always fix everything, she said she would talk to me later. I was just hoping that later was tonight, I would leave her be until tomorrow, then I'd speak to her in or after school.

She's not in this alone, I'm right here. We'll get through it together, I fucking love her more than she'll ever know. I know she loves me too, but the way she left didn't feel right.

She tells me not to worry. She thinks that's gonna calm me down? Well I was fucking worried, no matter what she says, I just pray that it's just shock. If I could turn back time and have her un see what she's just seen I would. But I can't.

Time was all she needed. I will give her until tomorrow. Shaking my head it was almost too fucked up to believe. Looking up again I saw the last of her as she disappeared out of my sight, what the fuck just happened?

Rose

I felt sick. I literarily felt like throwing up, emptying every emotion that was stirring inside me all over the pavement.

Swallowing, I was nearly home, that's what I kept telling myself. As soon as I'm home, within the security of my own four walls I would be fine, I had to be.

I don't even know what had come over me when I started to man handle Camille. The funny thing is that I didn't feel sick due to the fact that I was thinking something had happened. I know about Dimitri's past, his habits. But something inside me knew that he would never to that to me, ever. I felt sick due to the fact that Camille had the balls to do what she did, that she purposefully would want to try to ruin a relationship for someone. How fucked up is that? How can you not have enough heart to know when you've crossed the line?

Seeing my house I picked up my pace, I was nearly there. Instead of going straight for the front door, something came over me as I went for the garage door. Pushing it open turned the light on. It was annoyingly tidy in there, my parents OCD taken to the next level. Closing the door behind me, I was safe away from prying eyes, I could feel tears build up again. Closing my eyes the image of Camille and Dimitri flashed before me and I force my eyes open as I was shaking my head no.

No. Don't you fucking dare, I told myself.

Tears were stinging my eyes. I never fucking trusted her and I was beyond disgusted that Dimitri had been with her, it had taken time but I worked past it.

But the image is fucking dangerous. She knew exactly what she was doing wether it was meant for me to see of just for her to conquer him as her challenge.

I didn't believe what was painted up before me, I didn't, but when a picture gets suddenly tattooed to the inside of your eyelids, so every time you blink that's what you see it's hard to know what's real and what's not.

Running my hands through my hair I groaned loudly.

We finally had it, Dimitri and I, we finally found it, picked up where we had left up. Hell we were even better than we were before! We are happy, we were going to tell Lissa and then it was all out. We had a plan! Why couldn't it just fucking work that way?

Tears were spilling over as anger was shooting through me. Reaching for my dad's boombox I plugged my phone in before I picked up his baseball bat that was leaning against the far wall. Towards the back of the annoyingly tidy garage, hung my fathers boxing bag he had purchased years ago.

Woo started blaring through the speakers as I felt the anger filling me up.

Lissa popped into my head and I got even angrier. Squeezing the wood between my fingers I took anxious steps towards the bag as the bat went swinging connecting with the bag.

It felt good. So damn good.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as the anger was fuelling each swing.

Why couldn't she just listen? Why didn't she get it? Did she have to come back to the club? Why couldn't shit just work out for fucking once?

With each thought I hit the bag harder and harder. I was cursing and kicking buckets out of my way.

Screaming as loud as I could I tried to get the anger out of my system, but it had a firm grip of me. Closing my eyes I crouched down, drying the tears with the back of my hand.

The fucking image was back.

All I could see was Camille tiny little body in those skimpy little lace pieces, her hands on Dimitri and I went swinging again.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I hit the bag as hard as I could.

Why did it all have to happen in one day? Can I ever catch a fucking break? What's wrong with the universe?

Swinging again I missed the bag, the bat went flying, pieces of wood fling everywhere as it hit the concrete floor. Gasping for air I caught a hold of the boxing bag before I joined the bat and hit the floor.

The song ended and all that I heard was my loud breathing and my heart pounding inside my chest. Suddenly the familiar piano of Broken-hearted girl filled the room and I could feel the anger disappear only to be taken over my sadness.

Tears were dimming my sight as I clung to the boxing bag. Burying my face in the grey material I fell to my knees. Every word was hitting me like a punch and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Why? Why was this happening? Haven't I had enough?

Sobbing, my whole body felt so heavy. All this emotion, all these thoughts kept hitting me like a never ending rain that I couldn't escape.

My friends wouldn't talk to me, no matter how hard I tried for them to listen. Dimitri was the one thing in the moment that could make it all better and I walk into fucking Camille with her sleazy paw on him?

Shaking my head I bit my lower lip. No. I love him, so damn much. But I need the image to subside so I don't do something that I'll regret. I sound so selfish but I'm trying to do the mature thing here. Or is the mature thing to just suck it up, hug him and get on with it?

I can't do that, not when I know she was just there. I know he didn't want her, but it's a hard thing to shake.

My mind didn't stop, it just kept going and going and going.

I don't know how long I sat there, I felt exhausted, the boxing bag was the only thing that kept me up right. Somehow I later on made it up stairs and to my bed. My phone had died hence why the music had stopped and I didn't even bother putting it on charge.

I just wanted to sleep. I just wanted to forget.

So I did.

A lot of emotion in this chapter. What did you think of Rose's reaction? Was she right or overreacting? The inner battle she's having as she's in the garage but also when walking home, can anyone relate?

So what will happen now? Updating again next week,

Lot's of Love x