CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

MY ROSE

DRYSDAN

"You do know she is the person you have to watch?"

I kept hearing that question over and over and over again in my ears. But it was time I let it out of my head for good.

Yeah, I had been given an order and that order was very simple.

WATCH HER FOR A MONTH UNTIL WE SAY OTHERWISE

And that she referred to none other than Rose Alba. For the first time in my life I asked them why, and nobody responded.

It was either they didn't want to, or they couldn't because they were so aghast that I had actually asked why to do a job.

Saying nothing, I stormed out of the Handler room and headed straight for my car.

I didn't like the way things were beginning to turn out for me. Not one bit.

ROSE

Lowell had finally called to apologize to me for not being able to come with my aid the night my car broke down. I asked him what exactly he was preoccupied with but he didn't give me a very clear answer.

Just told me that it wasn't something he wanted to bother me with. And he didn't even want to talk about it because he was feeling so bad of himself.

I left it at that.

His call came in just after Cassandra's half brother told me the plans for me. To fuck me actually. I felt my nipples getting hard but the call from Lowell turned me off instantly. I kept thinking to myself, if that call hadn't intruded, would I have let him take me to my house? Would I have let him in? Would I have taken him to my bedroom, taken off my clothes as well as his, and would I have let him fuck me like a charging knight? Hard and fast?

I didn't let myself answer that.

The sky was the color of cat vomit that evening and I knew the rain would fall. I took the elevator right to Lowell's apartment floor and went to his door. I had made his special delicacy and packed it carefully in a flask which I held in a bag. He was supposed to make it up to me but I really didn't care. I just felt like surprising him.

The door was open and I let myself in. I wanted him to see me before yelling out his name. So when I heard sounds coming from the kitchen, I headed over.

The last time I saw her, she'd come to Velmora visiting Lowell, her brother. Her name was Maggie, and she was naked, bent against the kitchen cabinet with a chef's cap on her head, while my own boyfriend was making hot grunts as he fucked his way in and out of her pussy.

I didn't know when the package in my hand fell and crashed against the tiled floor, drawing everyone's attention to me.

I covered my face, unable to see the hole he had made in her pussy as he pulled his dick out.

"Rose? Wait!"

I didn't. I walked out of the kitchen, feeling so much shame. I never realized that Lowell would ever cheat on me with someone whom he had introduced to me as his 'sister'.

"I can explain," he rushed out buckling his jeans.

"You're cheating on me with Maggie?" I asked softly.

"No, no, I am not cheating on you with her, Rose."

"What?" I was shocked at his reply.

"I'm a fucking man, Rose. I got a libido, okay? And you don't give me the opportunity to get down with you. It's always one thing or the other. So you think this is cheating?" he shook his head. "Nah. This is what my frustration with you has turned into. And it's all your fault."

"All my fault? Lowell, you're blaming me for all these?"

"Yes, I am," he said, and held me roughly by the shoulders. "Get that into your head. Now, you can either take those clothes off your body and get ready for a threesome fuck. Or you can leave and never come back."

The tears came willingly. "Is that it? I don't join your orgy and it's over?"

"Yes."

I cried out and rushed out of his room. There was no need for me to apologize. I got out of the condo and followed the most lonely road in Velmora. The rain caught up with me and I fell on the floor, weeping like a mother who'd just lost her child.

At least, the rain was making me more wet than Lowell had ever made me. He claimed that I didn't get wet, but the truth was that he couldn't make me wet!

I picked up a number of stones and began flinging them in every direction, seeing his face in my trajectory, and yelling, "Asshole!"

The road I was on had been in the news many times. People died there, others disappeared and were never found.

But I didn't care. I just wanted to cry my eyes out. Oh, God! My mother was right!

There was no love anywhere!

DRYSDAN

I was speeding down the road when something crashed into the glass of my passenger window. I floored the brake and got out in the rain.

I stared at the damage and wondered who the hell had thrown a pebble at my window. Oh, that car wasn't cheap.

I followed the direction the pebble had come from, my hand reaching for the knife at the back of my trouser, ready to gut whoever it was.

But the person stopped me dead in my tracks. I remembered the beautiful face, her hair, the shape of her hips even as she laid on the cold, wet ground.

It was Rose. What the hell. Was she there? Why was she on the ground? I moved in her line of vision so that she could see me.

That was when I noticed that she was crying.

My heart went out to her. Who had put my Rose in such a situation? Initially, my knife had been to gut whoever had broken my car window but I would gladly use it on whoever had put Rose in that position.

Then I would pick up a number of stones and force them into his mouth until I saw those stones appear in his gut.