Roses & Ruin

Chapter 78 (Lexi)

Think Lexi...you can't fuck this up.

"And what makes you think I wasn't with Enzo?" I again deflected because I had nothing else to say. No prepared lie. Dmitriy's nostrils flared and he grabbed my upper arm yanking me a step closer. It startled me.

        "Because Andrei ran into Enzo and his friends last night and You weren't with them. You fucking liar" his voice rose this time and I prayed he wouldn't wake my father. It seems for now the situation was contained between just us. Could I convince him to keep it that way?

I felt heat where my brother's hand gripped me tightly. I felt a pit in my gut. My heart was working double time. I didn't know what to say. Even though I wasn't out there having sex this time around it probably looks that way. That I spent the night at a man's house and tried sneaking in at dawn so they'd be none the wiser.

Damn it all to hell. I didn't know what to do.

"Let go of me" I pulled my arm to no avail. "Were you out sleeping around? Huh? Who were you with Aleksandra because I swear to god I'll find out" he threatened me. No. Anthony. I couldn't be the cause of his harm. He's wanted to stay away from me, it's been me constantly pushing for us to hook up. To become friends. I wasn't careful enough. I should have gone home in the Uber and never gotten into his car last night.

"When dad finds out you've ruined yourself God help you" he told me.

Apparently it is the 1800's. I grit my teeth and this time when I yanked I ripped my arm free. "I'm 20 fucking years old, Dmitriy! You can't tell me what to do! I'm not a goddamn child! I can be out at night if I want to! You've controlled everything else. Will you people ever cut me some slack?!"

I didn't mean to raise my voice, but my nerves came forward. I felt the echo of my voice fill the house. Please don't wake up Vitaly. I need to gather myself so I can think of a more clever lie.

"You're not to leave this house until further notice. Until you can remember exactly where you were, what you did, and with Who, you won't step outside your bedroom. You hear me? Your wedding is less than 6 weeks away, you aren't gonna find a way to sabotage it" my eldest brother shouted at me.

I was furious. I was overwhelmed. I was shocked that he was telling me he was going to lock me up. "Vitaly won't let you do that" I stupidly remarked. I knew that wasn't true at all.

"Vitaly, your Father, will absolutely side with me. Let's go ask him" he grabbed my arm again. I fought against him, but he was too strong. He dragged me upstairs, and by the time we reached the landing my father was already coming out of his bedroom.

In a wife beater and pajama pants he came out to the hall rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair wasn't combed aside like it always is in the daytime. I could see the stars tattooed on his shoulders. A Bratva marking. I continued to fight against Dmitriy, but he ignored it and told Vitaly everything.

I could see the flush of anger come up through my fathers face. His eyes became wild in his head.

"What?!" He shouted. "You whore" he spat, waving for my brother to throw me into my room. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" I screamed. I felt my brother grab my phone from my back pocket in the struggle and I seethed that he better give that back to me. "And the computer," my father added.

        "Give it back? So you can reach out to someone to bail you out? So you can create lies? You're cut off" he told me. Dmitriy shoved me into my room making me stumble and catch myself. Then closed the door. I could hear the twist of a key on the other side and sure enough...it was locked.

They set that lock on purpose because no other bedroom locks from the outside. They lock from the inside. This was a thought out plan. I hate them. I've never been so angry in my entire life. I was shaking with rage.

"FUUUUCK" I shouted, shoving the bench at the end of my bed until it tumbled over. When I didn't get a response from out in the hallway I took the small change holder made of glass and chucked it clean across the room.

The shatter was loud and all the nickels, dimes, and pennies that were inside made the scattering sound along half of the floor. It dented the wall.

        I was panting like an angry bull. I could feel the steam as I took an intake of breath and released it harshly over and over again.

"GO AHEAD, destroy your bedroom. You'll be stuck with the mess" Vitaly shouted from the otherside of the door. I went completely quiet. I refused to respond. I heard Dmitriy muttering something to my father and then the footsteps.

Once they were gone I went back to the door and tried the handle, shaking, jimmying it as hard as I could. But nothing. I was trapped.

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I laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours. I could see the sun getting stronger as the sun rose and the time passed. Each meal that was brought to my door was left untouched. I refused to speak.

After many hours I was so bored out of my mind I knew I had to do something to pass the time. I went into the closet and pulled my portfolio bag so I could sort through the shots I had. I wanted all the best for the portfolio I'll be sending Mia in hopes of getting work for fashion week.

I spread the photos across the floor and rearranged them time and time again trying to decide the best from the worst. When I was finally satisfied I zipped the pictures back into the portfolio bag and brought it back to its place, so it wouldn't bend or become lost.

I had books in my bedroom, but my mind was too scattered to concentrate, so I found myself reading and rereading the same paragraphs over and over again until I just gave up. That's when I decided something. I went to my bag from the other day and pulled out the wedding magazines. If I'm going to get married, and Vitaly is paying for it, then I am going to make it the most expensive goddamn wedding I can manage.

I started looking through the magazine circling things.

Anything described as enchanted, fairytale inspired, modern day cinderella, or used words I had no idea about like twinkling floral 'trellises' I circled the design. Glass runways set over water for an isle for me to walk down? Sure.

I got more and more ridiculous the more I thought about it. I'll have outfit changes throughout the night. Two, no three wedding gowns with all the fixings! If Vitaly wants to play I can play. He better be ready to hand over his checkbook. So Vitaly...checkmate.