Mistake ♦ Romitri

Chapter 9

We pulled up to his apartment in his battered car. Not that I wasn't grateful, even being in a car was amazing. I missed it. I'd had a year of lost memories, lost opportunities, and now I had it all back. Dimitri had given it back. The apartment seemed in better condition than usual but decided not to mention it. I hated to complain about what could only be called the first opportunity I had gotten in a while.

Dimitri strode ahead of me and up the continuous flights of stairs towards the apartment that was becoming all too familiar. I smiled as I entered and saw, in his bedroom, my bag. I had thought I had left it at the cafe but I must have been mistaken.

I peered inside the bag to find my favourite outfit alongside my most comfortable shoes and most of my toiletries. 'I never brought this to yours?' I mostly said to myself but surprised to remember that. I had been drunk every night I came to his and I would never bring a backpack to the club.

'I found it in the cafe yesterday.' He mentioned to my surprise.

'How did you know it was mine?' I asked.

'It has your name on the side of it, well I assume. I didn't know your last name was Mazur.' I heard the familiar sound of pity in his voice.

'Let me guess. You heard about my parents in the news.' I said, getting more annoyed by the second. 'You know nothing.' I mumbled.

'Yes I did and- I wasn't going to bring it up but- this is why you drink, isn't it?' I was shocked not to hear sorry's or multiple condolences. I looked into Dimitri's eyes and they were full of understanding. I nodded but felt the sudden urge to ask.

'Have you lost a parent?' He nodded pained.

'My father killed her when I was thirteen. He left me and me three sisters to clean it up.' The disgust in his voice was outweighed by the pain and agony. My arms trembled at my sides and I soon gave up. I ran towards his and crushed him in a hug.

He wrapped his arms gently around me in return. We both felt the same pain. I had lost both my parents but what he had was worse. A dead mother and a murderer for a father. I couldn't believe a situation worse.

'Dimitri...' I started but he immediately put his finger to my lips.

'Don't. For now, let's just get something to eat.' He didn't even know what I was going to say. I guess it was the one thing I should never say but I was so ready to say it. I was glad he stopped me, looking back, it would have been so wrong to say.

He led me to the kitchen, I was still speechless. 'What happened to your father?' His fists clenched and his voice came out strained, 'death row.' Wow, I managed to make the conversation even worse. He came over with two plates of pasta and lay them on the coffee table as we both sat on the couch. His fists were clenched and were turning white. It was unbearable to watch so I brought his hands into mine and he visibly relaxed.

We looked at each other ignoring just how wrong this was. I knew he felt what I felt but couldn't bear to see him go through this pain. I pulled away, knowing it was for the best, but he clasped them again. 'No.' He murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

'Why?' I whispered, feeling on the verge of tears for putting him through this pain. He stayed silent, still clasping my hands as if they were his lifeline.

All I could focus on was his lips, nothing else. We leaned forward and when were almost touching I murmured, 'we can't.'

He stayed silent for a while, never moving away, before speaking. 'I know.' There was no holding back. He tugged me into a passionate kiss. I fell harder, harder than I ever though I could.

Not only was this my first kiss with him but it was my first ever. That wasn't great seeing as I was seventeen but I didn't care. I only cared about him and him alone. I straddled him and kissed him harder.

I was brought to life when the doorbell rang and I immediately fling myself off him. Only then did I realise my top had come off somewhere during the kiss and I searched furiously for it whilst Dimitri answered the door.

I got it on just as Lissa entered the room. 'I've been looking for you.' She said. I stared blankly at her for a few seconds unable to think of a good reply.

'You were?' Was the best I could come up with. She nodded and without another though brought me into a hug.

'I was so worried about you.' She murmured into my hair as she was a fair amount taller than me.

'Why?' I asked, still unable to think of any good answers.

'What do you mean why?! You left without a word! I thought something bad had happened!' She suddenly screeched, taking a step back. Although this was Dimitri's apartment, he had left us alone.

'I-I-' My words came out stuttered and formed gibberish in my mouth.

'What happened, Rose? What was with the funny accent?' I looked at the floor suddenly feeling a lot smaller.

'You're too good for me.' I mumbled, hoping she wouldn't hear, but she did and pulled my into another hug.

I felt like crying but kept the tears in, fearing another outburst. I wasn't going to tell her what happened between Dimitri and I but I wanted to desperately.

She finally released me and Dimitri entered the room. 'I think you better go home now.' He said, looking at the floor. Lissa seemed oblivious to the tension and offered to give me a lift back. I agreed easily not wanting to talk to Dimitri. My love had only grown but I was still nervous to talk about what just happened.

That was how I ended up with another empty bottle next to my bed.

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