Primal Desires

Chapter 2

Rose's POV

I was furious. Rage coursed through my veins as I tore through the centre of court towards god-knows where.

How could he say that to me? How could Dimitri possibly believe our love was a mistake? I gave him my heart and he threw it back in my face, reducing it from a love so intense to something worthless. How dare he?

I knew he was hurting and I understood, I really did, but when he refuses to touch me or share a bed with me it hurts me too. He says he's frightened of hurting me again, angry at himself for what he did... but it wasn't him! Why couldn't he see that? After the ordeal with Tasha, where I all but died and came back to life, Dimitri told me he forgave himself. Why then is he acting like this now? I thought we were past this.

I heard myself growl as I walked. "What a dick."

I had never been this angry before. I always tried to keep in control of myself but I was reaching breaking point. I didn't know how much longer I could keep holding on to something that Dimitri was constantly trying to push away.

After minutes of walking without any sense of direction, all the while my mind spiralling out of control, I realised I had no idea where to go. I couldn't go back home, not while Dimitri was acting the way he was. I was afraid I might say something I would regret.

Goosebumps began to appear on my skin - my body was cold despite the sun shining down on me and the anger boiling inside me. I tugged at the sleeves of my jacket, trying to cover my hands further. When this didn't work, I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my shoulders to provide some comfort and protection from the chill. Where could I go? Lissa was far out of the question –Christian had appeared at her apartment just as I was leaving after my shift. I knew without a doubt they were getting busy so I couldn't interrupt them. Well, I could but I would never hear the end of it.

You should have stayed with Adrian...

Dimitri's words echoed inside my head. How could he say that? The guilt I felt for hurting Adrian ate me up daily and he knew it. His words were like a dagger in my heart, twisting until he ripped it out completely.

It was a mistake...

I knew then where I could go. Despite the pain I caused Adrian in the past, we had been able to work through it, and we were finally in a place where things were relatively normal for us. I knew I could always count on him to be there for me. With that, my legs took off once again, this time with a purpose as I headed towards Adrian's house.

He seemed surprised to see me pounding on his door at such a late hour, but pleased nonetheless. He didn't question my presence, instead opening the front door without hesitation and offering his home to me.

I stormed into the living room and slumped down onto the sofa, grabbing one of the cushions and screaming into it to ease my frustrations. It didn't work.

"I was going to ask if you were okay but I guess that already answers my question." Adrian stated with a smirk, leaning arms crossed against the door frame as he stared at my outburst.

"Shut up" I glared, discarding the cushion and leaning back into the sofa. I sighed heavily. "I need a drink."

"Ah, so that's why you came to see me is it?" he questioned. "Hmm, I could do with a drink, I wonder who I should go and see? I know! Adrian of course, he's the answer to all of my problems!" His voice was laced with sarcasm, which I did not appreciate.

I glared in his direction. "Can I have one or not?"

He smirked at me before he retreated away from his position in the doorway. I realised that alcohol was not the answer to my problems but I was just so angry. I needed something, anything to take my mind off of Dimitri's words. And if that meant drinking with Adrian, then so be it.