ROSE'S POV I sink deeper into my bed, but I keep staring at the door, scared that Desmond may burst in anytime and abduct me again. I can still feel the cold kerchief against my nose. Even now, safe in my bedroom, my mind remembers how Desmond's cruel hands grabbed me and yanked my dress up. I feel so alone and abandoned. My fingers itch to unblock Ryan and send a desperate plea, but I tighten my resolve and throw the phone on the bed. I won't be the one to apologize. A sudden knock on my door startles me. I jerk and jump down from the bed, looking for where to hide. The door is pushed open, and Monique walks in. "Oh my goodness! You scared me." I sigh, leaning against the dresser. "I'm sorry." Monique walks over in her miniskirt and crop top. She hugs me, and takes one look at me before shaking her head. "What's wrong, girl?" I groan and sit on the bed, my leg crossed and phone in hand. Monique sits on a stool in front of the dresser; she brings out a wine bottle from her purs
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