Chapter three: The Break Up

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I got a text from Adrian today, telling me to meet him at our usual spot. I put on a black tank top and white skinny jeans and a pair of converse and light makeup.

I practically ran to my car, I was excited to see Adrian because I hadn't seen him in a while and I missed him. I smiled at the thought of me missing adrian. I finally found someone I love.

When I got there I walked in there, and headed to my favorite bartender. Christian Ozera, his sister is Tasha Ozera.

"Hey Ozera!"

"Hey Ross, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing, oh and I'm sorry for threatening your sister, but she had it coming. anyway have you seen Adrian?"

"Yeah in the private room."

"Thanks." I say as I head towards there.

When I opened the curtains I found the man I loved, fucking some blonde haired bimbo.

"Adrian." I say blinking back tears.

"Rose? Oh god! I'm so sorry. Ro-"

"Just shut up! I don't want to here your excuses. Your lucky I don't paint the walls with you and your sluts brains! We're over Ivashkov. And fuck you!" I ran out there and into my car. I had tears pouring down from my eyes. I didn't see it coming towards me, until it hit my car and my car flew into the wall of a nearby building. I knew it, right then and there I was gonna die. It was unusual, I almost welcomed death, with those thoughts I fell into unconsciousness.

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*Vika POV*

"Momma! Momma!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs.

"What child?" My mother asked as I found her in the kitchen.

"We need to go to the hospital!" I exclaim scared for Rozas life.

"Why? Who?" my mother asks confusion in her voice.

"Momma, Roza is in the hospital. I just got off the phone with Abe. She was in a car crash."

"Who's in a car crash?" Asks a new voice. My brother.

"Dimka! Roza's in the hospital!" I exclaim. His face turns from carefree, to confused, to scared.

"We're going right now." He said voice full sadness and concern.

The ride there was quiet and tense. Everyone was giving silent prayers that Roza would be okay.

When we got there I was the first to jump out of the car and started a full on sprint to the desk.

"Hello." Said the lady at the desk.

"Hi, what room is Rosemarie Mazur-Hathaway staying in?"

"What's your name?"

"Umm..Viktoria Belikova. I should be on the list."

"Yes... Ah! You you are. She's in room 405. ICU."

"Thank you ma'am... oh and my family should be coming up." I sprinted all the way to the elevator. I pressed the four button and went up without any problems. When I got up there I saw Abe standing there with another man.

I called out to them "Abe!"

"Vika." He said quietly, his voice hoarse.

I ran over to them. "How is she?" I ask concerned.

"She's... She's in a coma and in critical condition." he said sad.

"Will she make it?" I ask my voice barley audible.

"It could go either way." His voice cracking like he was gonna cry, if the great Abe Mazur were to cry it would be over his daughter. We were all quiet until a loud bang made us all jump. In through the stairs is my brother looking worried and out if breath.

"Dimka." I whisper, as tears start pouring from my eyes.

He rushes over to me and wraps his arms around me. "How's Rose?"

"She's in a coma and she might not make it." I say in between violent sobs. His face looked so broken and sad.

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