Roses and Guns

Chapter Two (Fast Cars)

'Bridgit,

I know we don't know each other but I don't want you to be scared of me I guess you don't remember me from elementary. Alexander Vaughn. We were friends but I left because of family matters you are a beautiful woman now Bridgit. Please don't forget that if you need anything. Call this number. 631-709-6714

-Dimitri Alexander Vaughn'

'Wait we were friends in elementary?' I thought. 'why the hell did I want to trust him?'

I sat down and grabbed my laptop looking up his name. The first article read 'Dimitri Vaughn has taken over for his father after his father was shot and killed in New Jersey.' I opened it and started to read the article.

'Dimitri Vaughn is the only child of Marcus Vaughn and always will be now that his father is dead. Vaughn was the supposed leader of the iltaian Mafia in America as well as Italy as his frequent trips to Italy. This however has never been confirmed in all 25 years of Dimitri being alive.'

I stopped reading because most of this was circumstantial evidence not proving if Dimitri really took over the Mafia. Why would he be here talking to me?

I can't handle this right now and I decided to go to bed and get some sleep, I don't have to work at all tomorrow and I can sleep a little later.

Before I went to bed I put that number into my phone contacts.

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I woke to the sound of my door being opened. I jumped out of bed grabbing a hammer I had been using for hanging pictures up. I walked out of my bedroom. I looked at my door it was shut perfectly, locked and shut.

I tiptoed out and looked into the kitchen to see none other that Dimitri. I walk up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. He turned around quickly as if he had forgotten where he was.

"Umm how and why the fuck are you in my house?" I asked him. I looked into his eyes, they were bright red.

"Iii amm lloosstt" He slurred. He was drunk, really drunk. I looked at the time on my oven. 5:30 am. Who in the world is drunk at 5 in the morning?

"Okay come on now." I said to him. I pulled his arm dragging him behind me. "I'll take care of you." I don't even know why I feel the need to take care of him. I guess after reading that note it really stuck to me. I still wonder how he remembers me, and how the hell he got into my house and locked the door perfectly.

"Brbri, I missed youu so much." He stuttered and fumbled his words. I walked him into my spare bedroom which was my music and library room. It had a huge bed like couch that was the comfiest couch I have ever sat on. I laid him down on it as softly as I could -which wasn't very soft as he was 2 times my weight and height. "Owww Bribri why'd you do that" He whined like a two year old.

"I'm sorry Dimitri." I said as I grabbed some blankets out of the basket and I covered him up. I threw a blanket over him and then layered another one. Then left and went back into my room and shut the door. Laying down falling back asleep only to be awoken again. I looked at my phone for the time. 7:54 am and there was now an arm wrapped around my body. I turned my head only to have hot breath on my face which is not how my mornings start out. I pushed the arm off of me and looked to see Dimitri in my bed asleep.

"Oh my god." I said annoyed. I never get any fucking sleep and this isn't helping me and my crakiness. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and take my vitamins since I'm up now.

"Boo." A voice boomed from behind me. I jumped and dropped my glass shattering it to pieces. "Shit I'm sorry." He said and started picking up the pieces.