All Chapters of Three faces of Rose: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“I’m coming, guys let’s see what she’s hiding… who knows, she might be fun,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he slid a finger along my cheek and lifted my chin with a sly smirk. “I smiled, hooked my fingers into his collar, and drew him toward the empty room at the corner of the club. The bass hit the walls, wild and strong. He leaned against the doorframe, still wearing that cocky grin, so sure of himself. Poor thing he had no idea who was really in control tonight. I knelt down as he stood… I pulled down his trousers, a visible dick appeared on my fucking face… it wasn’t looking bad, at least not like its owner. I rubbed my hands around his dick, feeling him harden under my touch, and I looked up into his eyes, noticing he was already getting in the mood… Nobody resists my touch. Baby girl needs to show her talent, you know. I took the dick into my mouth, devouring it first from the cap as I slid my tongue in, wiggling it i

The night was cold and too quiet. My shoes clicked on the dry road as I walked home slowly, the sky looked heavy, dark, and ready to rain again. Kelvin’s business card was still in my hand..i looked at it for a long time before putting it in my pocket. I didn’t even know why I kept it, maybe because, for once, someone spoke to me kindly aside my parents. I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself, walking faster.But something didn’t feel right.The air suddenly felt thick, my chest grew tight, and it was hard to breathe.Then the ringing started again inside my head.Soft at first.Then louder. A small voice whispered, “Mommy… I’m scared.” I stopped walking. My heart jumped. “No, not now,” I whispered. “Please, not again.” My hands shook, my vision started to blur, I tried to walk, but my legs felt weak and the world started to spin,I could feel sweat on my forehead, even though the night was cold. “Stop… p

I heard that silly, mocking laugh echo in my head.That laugh, sharp, wild, and cold and the one only Blaire made when she was me.She had come out again. I watched from somewhere deep inside, helpless, as she sat before the mirror. Blaire was applying makeup and when I say makeup, I mean heavy makeup. Thick foundation, black eyeliner that stretched like wings, lashes long enough to touch her brows. If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art.Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.” Her voi