Hi guys, it's been soo long I know. I've been in a bit of a downwards twist and you don't even want to know the horrible things I've done to poor Rose, Dimitri and even Lissa, trying to write the rest of the story. This is just a short update to see if I've gotten my rhythm back so please REVIEW and tell me what you think, hopefully I'm totally out of my funk but if the story isn't as good as before I apologize.

Tasha's phone rang and I ignored it, just like I've been ignoring everything that didn't have to do with Roza or protecting Tasha's life. It had been months since I saw her, heard her voice, smelt her scent, looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, ran my hands threw her silky hair, felt the softness of her skin on mine…. My mind drifted off into a day dream of her, as it always does and all the while my heart hurt.

I called the Academy fortnightly to 'check' on the princess and subtly my Roza, and each time the news was more and more depressing. During the week Alberta reported that all Roza did was train, with a few classes thrown into the mix but during the weekend it seemed Roza was spiraling out of control, but there was never any proof, other than the rumors.

The only reason I was getting this much information was because Alberta was worried about her. She would ask me for my thought on how to help, or how to get Roza to open up to her, but with each call Alberta was growing more frustrated and scared. She blamed Adrian, who Rose seemed permanently stuck to during weekends, as being a bad influence on not only Roza but Lissa as well. She also blamed a student I had never met, Amber, who had transferred after I left. It seemed Roza was part of a triangle with her and Adrian on the weekends, and then was never far from the Princesses side during the week.

Often Alberta would speculate about the reason for this massive change in Roza. Her favorite theory was that Roza was trying so hard to be the perfect guardian for the Princess, with the extra training and discipline during the week, that come the weekend she was so blown out that she let herself be swept up in the bad behavior of her new friends. It was kinda sweet how Alberta tried to remove the blame from Roza, but I knew that it was all Roza, as much as I wish it wasn't.

My musings were interrupted by Tasha coming into the room.

"Dimitri, we are going back to the Academy this weekend" she stated and I just nodded keeping my guardian mask in place to hide the mixture of emotions this caused within me.

"I just got a call from Christian begging me to come to a graduation function Lissa has been organizing. Apparently things have been getting out of control since you left, especially Rose" as she said her name she looked out the window behind me and slightly shook her head. I wondered what that was about but before I could ask she was looking back at me.

"I think I might have been wrong about you two. Maybe she does need you as much as you seem to need her. I'm Sorry" Her eye started to tear up as she said this and I could tell there was more then she was letting on.

"What's going on Tasha?" I asked steering her towards the couched and as we sat down I took her hand.

"I'm so so so sorry Dimka" she sobbed leaning into my shoulder and I held her as she cried. When she managed to control herself, she pulled away slightly, looked into my eyes and spoke,

"I'm sorry I thought you would do to her what Cal did to me" and as soon as she said that name it all made sense.

I hugged her to me again as she cried more.

Cal had been a teacher at St Arthur where she had gone to school. When she was 16 he started to show interest in her, professionally at first, as he was the literature teacher and she used to write the most amazing poems. He was young for a teacher, the same age I was now, but she was younger than Roza and a lot more naïve. Her older sister, Christian mother, had everything, the suitors, the high marks, the beauty (or so she thought) and most of her parents attention. She was, for once, the sole receiver of the attention. He started asking her to spend time with him, writing or reading her works and listening to some of his. His poetry was tainted with love and mentions of blonde beauties and when he started making more personal and physical advances, she thought them to be in love. It started slowly, stolen kisses in hiding spots, gentle caresses in secret and she fell more in love with him as time when on. She gave him her virginity and they were together for 6 months before he started to distance himself. Soon she was barely seeing him except for when they slept together. That's when she noticed he was 'tutoring' another girl from the year above, a girl with a reputation of sleeping around. She asked him about it and he told her the school made him as she was failing. She believed him and accepted the new arrangement as once she was finished school he promised to take her away and they could spend all day together them. The week before the end of the year she went to his room, he was meant to be tutoring in the library and she wanted to set up a surprise for him. As she opened the door she found them together with his dick in her mouth. He opened his eyes shocked at the interruption but upon seeing her closed them and urged the girl to keep going. She had been devastated, broken and depressed for the last week she didn't eat and barely slept but cried all the time.

When she went home she was ashamed and hurt. She felt abused and fooled and barely left her room. Soon the anger came and she hated him for taking advantage for her. She told her mother in the hopes of her helping her tell the school to have action taken against him but her mother was neither compassionate nor kind. She screamed at her telling her she was a slut and stupid and it was her own fault she was tricked as well as that fact that her sister would never have fallen for such a trick as she was smart and pure. She forbid her to tell the school, as it would only disgrace the family, and forced her back the next school year.

I had forgotten about his betrayal of her and how deeply it had hurt her. No wonder she tried her hardest to keep me from Roza.

"I'm not him Tasha, I truly love Roza" I said while rubbing her back, "you need to let that pain go and try to trust in 'man'kind again" I told her gently.

"I just never want to be hurt like that again" she sobbed

"I know, but not every man will hurt you, there will be a man out there for you and you can't find him if your hiding" I gently scolded her "I promise to never hurt Roza like Cal hurt you, okay?"

"Please don't" she almost begged "she's been through too much already"

I just held her rubbing her back until she fell asleep, I couldn't even be offended she would think me capable of such cruelty as Cal had really squired her point of view of love. I sat there thinking of how much he had hurt her and what I would do to him if I ever meet him. I fell asleep, slightly smiling at the imaged of torture in my head, completely forgetting Tasha had information on Rose.

There you go, a little insight into Tasha and why she pulled Dimitri away from Rose. Sorry if there was a sentence that was too graphic for you, I couldn't decided if I should leave it or not but I think it showed just how much of an asshole Cal is. On the plus side the delay was good coz a song came out here that I think is perfect for this story and way better than the one I had chosen, but SORRY GUYS! Also I have a poll on my profile to see which slutty song Rose will be singing, so vote! As always tell me what you think?