บททั้งหมดของ Be careful what you wish for: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 86

  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

  “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 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