Father like Daughter

Chapter 4/ A small clue

A small clue
Novosibirsk, Russia
Rose's point of view

One I was thrown into a bedroom I started looking for a window, and did find one. However it was some tip of hard glass that was hard to brake. I looked around the room and only found a closet with a dress some shoes and some towels. I had my own personal bathroom so I decided to take a shower. I locked the door and started the water. As I stated running the sop down my body I could feel small bruises as well as scratches. My whole body was colored with different reds, purples, and greens. As I stated to place the towel over me I realized I couldn't dry my self because of how much it hurts.

I walked out of the bathroom and the change in to a light purple long dress. The dress was over my knees and had silver lace around it. I put it on and placed my hair in a bun.

The door wasn't open until several hours later, and it was open by the young lady that was down in the basement with the other too guys.
"Hello. I brought you some lunch. It's caviar soup, grilled sandwiches with Turk barest, and grape juice." The girl said placing it down on the bed.

I didn't speak. I wants going to tell them anymore about the Moroi wold at least not about Lissa. Not Lissa.

"My name is Rebecca, Rebecca Mikaelsons. I am here to ask you some more questions. About you."
She wanted to know about me. This people were crazier than I thought. I have been asked about my fiends, but not me.

"What type of questions. I won't be answering more questions about the royals." I said crossing my arms.

"Don't worry darling. I just want to ask you about some people. Not royals." She said. I decided that if she didn't want to know about royals then It would be fine. I nodded and she continued.
"First of all I want to ask you about where you are from. You said you come from Montana but why are you in Russia?"

"It was thanks to a love story that became tragic very fast." I didn't want to talk about Dimitri and how I had staked him.

"That's fine. Now tell me do you have any siblings?" Rebecca seemed curious about me.

"No. I am the only on. My mother practically abandoned me in the Academy before I could ever speak, and my father... well I heard the queen say his name was Ibrahim or something. He was Turkish. I think I got my hair from him because I don't look similar to my mother. She has red hair." I didn't think it was something special but once I said the name of my father she went speech less.

"Was you're father Ibrahim..... Mazur?" she said shaking. She was crying with those eyes.

"I really don't know. All I have from him is my nazar." I always wearied it around my neck since my mother gave it to me last Christmas. I pulled it out and Rebecca look puzzled.
Like she had seen a ghost.

"Hope. My Hope is that you?" Rebecca came closer and pushed a stand of hair of of my eyes.

"Hold on. What are you talking about? My name is Rose." I said and no matter what I would say she gave me a hug. It was very tight hug.

"I am so sorry for leaving you. For losing you. It was all my fault. I am sorry for making you starve. Please forgive me Hope?" Rebecca kept on saying. I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. Why was she calling me Hope?

"I am afraid you are confusing me. I have said a million times my name is Rose, Rosemarie Hathaway. Not...... Hope." I pulled away and walked away from her.

"No. You aren't. You are the image of your mother. The same eyes, and hair, but the attitude is from your father." She kept on examining me. I was thinking I wasn't going to ever leave this place.