I feel the water droplets pour down hard against me – the heat from these tiny dew drop shaped water relieves my body from any aches. I sigh , completely getting lost in this heated paradise. My body rests against the ice tiles , my body is limb. My body refuses to hold itself up , my muscles are way to relaxed to support my body. The ice tiles give a cooling balance to the scorching water that falls from the shower head – a painful yet amazing combo.
Soon though , the water starts to run cold – before I start to shiver, I close the taps and run for the comfort of a warm towel. After changing into this really warm sweater , I feel the need to let my legs be free. However , walking around the house with no pants is a big no no. I dig around in the closet , feeling like a princess – Jason looks like he had spent a fortune on my clothes. Note to self ; I need to thank Jason or maybe pay a bit towards what
Rose’s Pov I breathlessly lay my face in his neck , trying to compose myself to face him. My legs still shiver , my sex still throb from after having reaching my climax. I feel an intense feeling of being in cloud no.9. However , the more time passes by I realize that I am falling from that cloud. Reality begins to present itself once again , and I get anxious. What if Jason thinks that I am easy? What if he thinks that I have no dignity? My breathing becomes hoarse , my heart rate speeds up. Though sitting in this position makes me feel safe away from having to look into his eyes – I need to leave!! If I were to run out of his arms and out of this room , would he get mad? All I know is that staying here , is not a good idea. I try to slowly push him away – in fact I try to push myself off of him , however , I am trapped. His arms are holding me in a tight bear hug , he has no intention of letting me go. I start to push a
Rose’s Pov Her words still ring in my head…Slut…Though she had not directly called me that , I still get what she tried to say. Sure…my clothes were a bit revealing but no guys are allowed on our level and even if Jason’s friends came over – he would of dressed me himself. My cheeks blush with the thought of him dressing me up in a cute little onesie. “Oomph” I sound out after bumping into someone who walks in front of me. I stumble backwards. A man in his mid 40’s angrily looks down to my height. His face is red from the anger that is trying to explode from him. “Watch where you are going you brat!!” he screams at me , I feel droplets of his saliva splatter against my face…Ewww! I whip the droplets away from my face with the long sleeves of my jersey. “So – sorry…I am -…” before I could finish my sentence I am interrupted by a strong muscular voice. “Is everything okay?” I turn to look at the man who speaks wit
Rose’s Pov “Alex….” I breath out . I watch his eyes light up with mischief. I slowly lower my spoon back onto the plate that lay on the table – the once peaceful atmosphere is now filled with dread and fear. He does not say anything to me first , he just watches me intensely while projecting a whole lot of bad vibes. “What a surprise….she still knows me…” he says in a jolly mood , but I know for certain he is not as jolly as he seems to be. He leans forward towards me , his arms resting on the table. I am grateful for the table in between us that acts as a barrier. “…Its been a while since I last saw you my love…if I remember correctly…” his eyes look to the far upper left as if he is deeply thinking. “…the last time I had saw you , you were avoiding me like the plague…” I feel my breath get caught in my throat , and I am sure that my face gives me away. He is speaking about the time I had run away from him.
“Baby…Baby! Calm down…” I say in a strict yet caring tone of voice. Rose is latching onto , her entire body frame is shivering from fear. She is cradled on my lap in the back of the Jared’s jeep. Her eyes leaking with fearful tears – her lips moving slightly murmuring broken sentences which I can not understand. She pushes her face into my chest as if trying to hide away – but not from me…from someone in particular. I try to pull her away gently away from my chest , but this makes her lowly screech and lunge her head to my chest again. It as if she finds comfort being this close to me. Instead of pulling her away , I change my tact tics and try rubbing her back in a soothing manner. This seems to work as I feel her back muscles begin to loosen up a bit. She relaxes in my arms ,however she is still a crying mess. I can not blame her – I curse under my breath. How could I have let her go out knowing the circumstances and danger she is in. How
Rose’s Pov It’s been exactly five days since I had that encounter with Alex…I still can not seem to brush off that fear that he installed in me – his darkness has been imprinted into my soul. I know for sure that I will not forget the way I felt , for a long long time. I quickly close my eyes shut , cringing when I think about the blood and the ghostly scream that I heard voice out from my mouth. I remember how his head motionlessly turned to the side – a big red leaking hole on his forehead. Chucks off his broken skin was still attached to his head – I currently feel the bile rise in my throat. I shallow it back down , disgustingly trying to prevent from vomiting all over this gorgeous dress. “You look absolutely beautiful!!” I hear Gigi exclaim from behind me. I silently thank her in my head for bringing me out of that recorded nightmare in my head. Shaking my head slightly , dusting the memory away I open my eyes. My eyes lay on a f
Rose’s Pov Hurriedly , I push my clothes into my duffle bag – the same duffle bag that I used when I was asked to stay at this mansion. Thoughts of that day , makes my tears flow even harder. My hair drops over my shoulders , getting in the way of my movement – while wiping my tears , strands of them are getting stuck to my face which just amps my frustration and anger. I run my hand through my hair , and it gets stuck on the hair piece which was given to me. Angrily , I tear the hair piece away from my hair which hurts – however , the physical pain I feel is not as bad as how emotionally hurt I am. When the hair piece is away , I tie my hair with a hair tie . “Why would he want you…” I whisper to myself , while packing all of my own things. I do not take away the things Jason had bought for me – I came to this house with my things and I will leave with it. After packing my duffle bag , I quickly throw over my black hoody over th