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Bang! Bang! Bang!

I realised someone was knocking on my door. I dragged myself from my bed and walked towards the door. I opened it. What I saw wasn't what I expected.

Two very angry lookinig women looking at me.

Chapter 7


It was Kirova and... my Mom? What is she doing here ? They both stood there in silence. Not saying anything. It was kinda awkward. I decieded to brake it.

"What are you doing here ?" I asked my mom. She looked even more angry at my question.

"What ? I haven't seen you in like two years and thats the best you can come up with." She said. I was getting angry now. Plus my head was pounding. Not the best time to piss me of.

"Well if you came here more often I wouldn't ask you questions like that!" I shouted at her. She let out a sigh of frustration.

"Just get dressed and come to Ms. Kirova's office now." She frowned and was about to turn away until I answered her.

"For what ?" I asked. Why couldn't she talk to me here. She looked at me.

"Because I'm your mother and I said so." She said and walked away with Kirova.
Bitch! She does this every time she comes here. I'll go to Kirova's office and spend an hour listening to her give out for what I've done. How bad my behaviour is. Blah blah blah.

I closed my door and walked towards my wardrobe. I pulled out a pair of black tracksuit bottems, a white cami and a grey hoodie. If I was going to be sitting there getting in trouble, I might aswell be comfortable.
I dressed slowly. I then walked over to my mirror and picked up a hair brush. I brushed my hair and put it into a high pony. I then walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. Trying to go as slow as possible. I really didn't want to go.
I was ready so I pulled on a pair of converse and grabbed my phone. I walked out the door. Making my way towards the office I pulled out my phone to check the time. It said 21:05.

I got to Kirova's office and walked in. Kirova was sitting at her desk. My mom was sitting in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. And sitting on the couch that was to the side of the room was Alberta and Mr. Belikov.
Crap! I forgot I had training and had to help Mr. Belikov out today. Alberta didn't look too happy. Belikov sat there with a blank expression.

"Sit Rose." My mom ordered.

"I'm not a dog." I muttered under my breath. She still heard me and gave me a warning look. I sat down in the chair anyway. "Why am I here ?" I asked.

"Why weren't you in school today Rose ?" my mom asked ignoring my question. I looked at her.

"I was in school today actually." I answered. She gave me a don't-lie-to-me look. "What ? I was."

"Well, how come when I went to your class today you weren't there." she said. "I was worried sick Rose. I thought someone had kidnapped you."

"Why would someone kidnap me while I'm in the middle of school ?" I rolled my eyes.

"Because there has been girls going missing in the area and I thought you had been taken." She answered me. That's why she's here! Because people are missing! Not to visit her daughter!

"That's why your here ? Because of a Case your working on !" I shouted at her, annoyed now. "You wouldn't have even been here if it wasn't for your job!"

"Of course I would have been here by the way your behaviours been ! Do you know how many phone calls, emails and letters I get because of you ?" She shouted back "You had me worried sick. We were searching everywhere for you!"

"And it never dawned on you to check my room." I said rolling my eyes. My moms face was going red with anger.

"Oh God! I wish you did get kidnapped!" She shouted. My jaw dropped. Everyone in the room gasped. I can't believe she just said that to me. I stood up out of my seat and walked towards the door. "Rose, I didn't mea-" I was out the door slaming it behind me before she could finish her sentence.

I was furious. I didn't know where I was going until I got there. I walked into the gym. I went over to the boxing bag and start puching it. I was hitting the bag so hard I ripped the skin on my knuckles. I still didn't stop. Even when I heard someone call me I still kept going.

"Rose." I still didn't stop. "Rose stop." I was pulled away from the bag. I was now facing Mr. Belikov. "What are you doing Rose ?" He asked.

"Punching the bag." I said in a obvious voice. He sighed.

"Did you have to do that to your hands ?" He asked. I just shrugged at him. He walked over to the closet that was in the gym and took something out. Then he brought me over to the chairs in the corner of the room. "Sit please Rose." I sat in one of the chairs. He sat in one in front of me.
The thing he took out of the closet was a first aid box. "Give me your hands please Rose" He said. I moved my hands forward. I looked down at my hands. All my knuckles were cut. There was dry blood on my hands. Mr. Belikov started to clean my hands with some wipes from the first aid box.

"You know your Mom didn't mean what she said. She just stressed out about everything that's going on." He said.

"So she tells her kid she's better of kidnapped ? Yeah cause every mother does that when they're stressed out." I said sarcastically. He chuckled. I tried raising one eyebrow at him. I failed.

"Rose, I've only known you for a few hours now. And I already know how much you love to annoy people. Even when you don't realise it, you always say the one thing that people will get annoyed about." He was smiling to himself. His smile was gorgeous. Wow! Did I just think that? Stop it Rose he's your teacher.

"So what was all that business throwing me out of your class ?" I asked. He was wrapping a bandage around my hands now.

"Well, if I let you away with everything you were doing, the rest of the class would think they could do anything they wanted. So I threw you out." He said as if it was the simplest thing ever. I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. "So where did you go after I threw you out ?"

"I wasn't feeling well so I went to my room ." I lied.

"Yeah..." He said in a tone that said I don't believe you.

"So, what is your first name Belikov ?" I asked trying to change the subject. But I did want to know his first name.

"Dimitri." He said. Dimitri. I like it.

"Cool name." I said. He smiled at me. I'm really starting to like that smile. "So your from Russia ? What's it like ? Is it cold ?" I asked. He started to laugh.

"Russia isn't the snowy cold country your thinking of. It's actually pretty warm at times. And it's a beautiful country. I loved it there." He said.

"Then how come you came to America ?" I asked.

"Better job, money for my family and I've always wanted to come here. Once I came I never left." He answerd. "Your very easy to talk to Roza"

"Roza ?" I asked.

"Yeah. Roza. It's your name in Russian." He said. The more I talked to him the more I liked him. "Well your hands are done" He said while standing up. I was kind of sad. I didn't want him to leave.

"Thanks Dimitri." I said while smiling at him.

"It's Mr. Belikov, Rose for the second time today." He said smiling at me.

"Whatever Comrade." He rolled his eyes at this. I got up out of my chair and started to walk out of the gym.

"Bye Roza." I heared Dimitri say. I turned around and gave him one of my man eater smiles.

"Bye Comrade" I said while walking out the door.