HOLLA here is chapter 25 and yeah. I don't really have anything to say this time aha. Just READ AND REVIEW AND ENJOY THE STORY! I am so happy to have such a fanbase for this story 3 If you want to see something or image something to happen in this story LEMME KNOW I love all ideas and if I like it, maybe I'll plop it into the story along the way! THANKS! Read and review!

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Chapter 025.

We were sitting on a plane now. A couple hours after the news came, we were on a flight back to Russia. To say I was sad was nothing Dimitri was going through right now. He was completely crushed. Both his parents, gone now and he wasn't even able to say goodbye again.

Currently we sat on a couch on the plane, me in the reclining side, and Dimitri laying on his side, his head on my lap. His body scrunched to fit the rest of the couch. He reminded me of a small child all of a sudden, his form making him seem very vulnerable almost. It made my heart break to see this once such a strong man, turn into a fragile human being.

Scared to speak, I just ran my fingers through his hair. I couldn't tell if he was asleep, afraid to see if his eyes were open, I dare not look at them. They would haunt me forever if I did.

Taking a deep breath I thought back to how he had completely shut me out again. This morning was not fun, not when he wouldn't say anything to me while he silently packed his own suitcase and I packing mine. Only hours after coming together, we were now almost back to square one. Which made me feel like crying, but I had to hold it back.

Sitting there made me realise how he was hurting, and what he had to go through all over, but at least this time I was going to be there, he wouldn't have to be alone. His voice brought me back to reality though. It hoarse and dry.

"Both of them are gone now Rose along with my grandmother. I wasn't even able to say goodbye to her.. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone" His voice quiet like a whisper.

"My dad and I, we didn't have the best relationship growing up. My mother died when I was seven years old. Although I was young I still understood when something was wrong. Her long brown hair, thinning, falling out and soon we had to cut it. I remember my father taking his shaver to her head and her tears falling down her cheeks. She had stage 3 cancer before we caught it." I could feel tears landing on my thigh.

"She was the most loving mother I could have asked for. My father though, before he found out she had cancer, he was nasty to her. Hit her, would yell at her for the slightest things, but I guess that's what happened when you were constantly drinking. I think the morning he found my mother still, lying in bed cold, that's when he opened his eyes further. He never did treat me properly afterward though. Always distant, and cold. A couple hits were thrown, and that's why my eldest sister Sonya took her newborn at the time, and my two other sisters and moved to Montana. I envied her, leaving me behind, but I realised it was for the best.

My grandmother lived here as well in another house, and I ended up living with her all through school. My father had no qualms about it and finally peace was there. She was my saviour, my inspiration to do well, to make up with my father. When I was eighteen it was the first time I had seen him in years, and shaking hands we made up, putting the past in the past and keeping it there. My grandmother, Yeva was her name, she stood by me, teaching me, loving me because I didn't have my mother anymore and then she also died. I remember coming home to see her collapsed athome, barely breathing.

She was in the hospital for at least two week. My sisters travelled in to say their goodbyes as the doctor told us she wouldn't be there much longer. My father even went into her room on one of her last days. What they talked about I will never know, but he came out calm, but grief stricken. Whatever she had said to him maybe struck a cord. I was in university, in my business class, I promised I would visit my grandmother after class, but it was in the middle I had gotten a call that she had passed away, peacefully. "

The tears continued, soaking my skirt. I could feel my own tears start to run down my cheeks hearing his life he had gone through. So Alexsander had gone to his grandmother, perhaps this was the women my father and his were talking about when keeping a promise? Had it been Yeva who made them promise that Dimitri would marry a suitable person? That person being me?

So much wandered through my head right now, it really was a process to take in.

Silence overtook him again, this time I think sleep had come over him from mental up at the ceiling of the jet, I too closed my eyes letting sleep conceal my mind from the life Dimitri had just spun upon me so quickly.

We landed in Russia around 10am of the next day, it was so unbelievably gloomy. The looks my mother and father showed when they picked us up at the airport was of sorrow and pity for Dimitri. My father being the bigger person walked over to us and clamped a hand on Dimitri's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm so sorry Dimitri, Janine and I will be here for you the whole way my son." Those words brought the grief back into Dimitri, making my day give him a hug, letting Dimitri cry into his shoulder. The sight was heartbreaking, it even brought tears to my eyes. Looking at my mother I walked over to her, letting Dimitri and my father have a guy moment. Pulling our luggage behind me, my mother took our carry ons.

"Mom, I had a question for you." Very sudden, making my mother look at me with her big eyes.

"Our wedding, it was a promise to someone right?" She looked at me like I had grown a second head, but she nodded.

"Yes It was, how did you know that?" I gave a shrug. " That's not important, but by any chance was this woman Yeva Belikova?" I asked, her face told the answer.

"Y-Yes, it was, on her death bead she called Alexsander and your father in. We have been family friends for years and then into the business. Her words to us were " Make sure my grandson settles down, and finds a girl that will be able to unlock his heart." So in the end we made a deal between the families, our daughter would marry him. You were fourteen at the time I think, "She told me, handing the luggage to our driver.

Just as the driver finished putting the luggage away, my father and Dimitri came walking up together. Both with a look of sadness, but non the less we all got into the car and drove back to our homes.

The service for Dimitri's father happened no longer than three days after his death. It was almost beautiful in a way. It was a sunny day, and lots of people had gathered for it. Partners, family, friends. The only people who were missing had to be Dimitri's sisters. Which did not make him very happy.

I tried contacting them on his behalf, but no response so that night getting home, Dimitri lashed out.

"Why, WHY could they not put their life on hold FOR TWO SECONDS. That's all just to know our father, flesh and blood, has passed on. How could they just not .." that's when the first wine glass was thrown against the wall, causing me to jump. Maybe he had a bit too much to drink.

"Dimitri' you have to calm down love. I told him walking over and placing me hand on his shoulder. All he did was shrug it off and vacate back to our room. Sighing I went and grabbed the broom and dust pan and started sweeping the shards off the floor.

Picking up the base of the glass, that's when I had been too careless and felt the glass slice palm of my hand.

Blood never really scared me, but it did hurt. Panicking I raced over to the sink and started the cold water.

"FUCK" And many more profanities came spewing from my mouth, my mother would not be impressed by the unlady like words coming out. Running the water over it, I watched as the water was still a tingy pink and I could feel the pain running up my wrist.. Realising maybe it wasn't a good one I called for him.

"Dimitri?!" I stood there, silent.

"Dimitri!?" Nothing. He was shutting me out again ,and probably passing out on the bed at the moment. Grabbing my cellphone off the counter close by, I called the one person I could count on.

"Hey, Lissa, I need your help."

"I cant believe you needed 6 stitches Rose, that's intense what did the doctor say?"

I could only stare at the bandage that wrapped around my hand.

"He told me that it was pretty deep, and that the pain I was feeling so far up my arm was a damaged muscle in my hand. But he isn't sure until the outside is healed up. He said it probably isn't too bad, but that's why it was painful. Thanks Lissa for taking me to the hospital." I told her smiling.

"Anytime, you and me and hospital trips its what we do, remember when I smacked my head on the top of my car getting out so fast and I had that gash? Good times.." We both laughed until our stomachs were sore. That was my Lissa.

Finally my house came into view, and as we pulled up close to the house the door flew open and a very worried man came out. Dimitri.

"Ill talk to you tomorrow Lissa, thank you again" I told her climbing out of the car.

As she drove away, Dimitri was beside me in a flash.

"What the hell Rose, where did you go for seven hours!? Its 1am." He asked grasping my arm.

"I came downstairs to find glass and blood everywhere, why didn't you wake me up?" He asked. So he didn't remember. That's when he realised my hand.

Horror struck his face. I laughed a bit. "Don't worry, I'm fine, just a cut. I was cleaning up the glass that you had broken? Do you remember early afternoon?" I asked him. He just shook his head, staring at the bandage.

"Don't worry, lets go inside, its fine." He looked at me and nodded. Tired rings were under his eyes, he needed more sleep, so did I. there was just too much events for one day. And seven hours in an emergency room was not my calling for every day.

At least I knew, Dimitri still cared about me, even in his worse days. As I would for him, and cleaning a little broken glass never hurt anyone. Kissing his cheek, I followed him into the house, locking the door behind me.

OKAY, so this was more of a filler than anything SO I HAVE PLANS COMING UP! But I would love feedback as what you think might happen. Lots of drama and anger and sadness in this one aha. OKAY REVIEWWW YOUR HEARTS OUT 3 HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

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