Hemlock Grove: Cold Blooded | Roman/O.C

VIII | Take Care (Part Two)

*** Italics - Flashback

***Regular Print - present

It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to
Can't deny that I want you but I'll lie if I have to
Cause you don't say you love me to your friends when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do...you do
One time been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you're following your heart
Cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights, though, don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know.. we know
You hate being alone well you ain't the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream and they sold you one
You love your friends, but somebody should've told you some
To save you

I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost

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Roman picked up an empty bottle of liquor from his bed side table and threw it at the wall opposite of his bed.

Mirána sat on the bed, her hands folded in her lap as tears rolled down her face.

Roman was too angry to cry. Too hurt to even speak.

All he did was grab Mirána's chin and force her to look at him.

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Roman and Peter approached the gates of the old mill and Peter scoffed.

"How does it feel to have your name on everything?" He asked Roman.

"Like a fucking pimp." Roman replied honestly as they came to a stop.

"Is there somewhere out back we can park this? You know..." Peter looked around.

"Nobody gives a shit what happens out here." Roman replied blankly.

"Except us, right?" Peter asked as they got out.

Roman stepped to the gate and unlocked it, stepping in.

"Cool." Peter commented sarcastically.

They walked into the old building and Peter looked around.

"You ever seen this place when it was running?" He asked Roman.

"My old man shut it down before I was born," Roman replied as they made their way deeper into the mill. "Lots of people died here. Workers and shit."

They got to the main part, a large open area with a high ceiling that had water leaking heavily onto the concrete flooring, forming a large puddle of water.

"How's Mira?" Peter asked him and Roman avoided the question.

"You know when you close your ears sometimes the sound of your heart is like a little man walking through the snow?"

"Yep." Peter took the hint that he didn't want to talk about her.

"Hey What was that big structure outside?" He asked Roman next.

"It's the Bessemer converter. At one point it made pig iron into money. They continue walking for a few moments. "Do you have any idea what we might be looking for?"

"Uh drivers license, social security card, dream journal." Peter suggested.

"This is a joke." Roman added. "Left or right?" he asked as they came to a fork. Peter looked both ways before replying.