Rosa

Chapter 1

I have always love flying.

I just love the feeling of knowing that I'm living Italy to arrive back in my hometown, New York; it's thrilling. My mother on the other hand, despises it. Just the thought of us going on a plane to go to New York has a swallowing sleeping pills, as she claims to suffer from claustrophobia. I shift trying to remove the cramp from my leg. It's a nine-hour flight from Rome, Italy, to New York, with one hour still to go. I glanced at my mom slightly and could hear the softest snores coming from her. I want to get up and stretch my legs but I don't want to wake her. Instead I whip out my phone from my pocket, plug up my headphones and listened to "Dynamite" by BTS to keep me occupied until we land.

My aunt and her eldest son is there to greet us when we get off the plane. Usually my aunt would be shouting our names loud from across the airport, but today even if she did not shout, no one can miss the big sign she has with our names on it. Walking up to them I was pulled into a big hug by my aunt before I can even open my mouth to greet them. 

"Oh, sorry," my Aunt Emma pulls back to watch me. I'm so elated  that you are here. Where is your father though, he stayed back for work?"  She sounded so buoyant but if she only knew why dad wasn't here she wouldn't be to cheerful.

Mom stiffens as my dad was mentioned. My aunt send us flight tickets to visit her last year, we was so happy that we started to make preparations. However,  the day before our flight the tickets and my dad mysteriously disappeared. My mom was devastated as she made a lot of plans and already spend money on our accommodations. 

"I'll reimburse you," Mom stated. "Something came up at work and we couldn't make it."

My aunt frowned as my mom mentioned reimbursing her. "There's no need for that," Aunt Emma said. It was a gift for your birthday. Besides I thought as your company allowed you to work from home that you would be able to take the time off."

Sighing, I looked up to see my cousin looking between the two sisters like a deer caught in headlights. The truth is, my mom thinks my aunt is controlling whilst my aunt thinks my mom is petty and irresponsible.

"Well, shall we get going I have lots to show you Rosa," My cousin said. He flashes us a pearly white smile and veer us to his car.

My aunt smiles again. "It's nice to have you back home Rosa. It must be strange living your friends in Italy and returning home to a new school to finish senior year. You would love the school that we enrolled you in, your cousins will be attending the school with you."

I smile back, not bothering to tell her that  I don't have much friends to miss in the first place. You see, I'm not a social butterfly, I only have two friends, Alana and Aver and I don't plan on making anymore. My dad taught me that it's easier to cope if your circle remains small so that's what I'm going to do.

We passed through the airport and over to the parking lot. I entered the car and peered outside whilst my cousin started the vehicle. I spend the entire car ride gazing outside the window lost in thought. By the time I blinked out of my treacherous thoughts we was already in front of the house.

"How was the flight Rosa," my cousin Aaron asked me as he removed my suitcases from the trunk. "Damn girl, whose dead body you have hiding in those bags. What did you pack it's so heavy." I laugh as he was jus exaggerating , I only carried the things I needed.

Aunt Emma ushered mom  inside and left my cousin to balance all the bags and bring them inside of the house. I followed Aaron into the house and stand aimlessly in the hallway, awaiting directions into the room I would be using.

Aaron pointed to the first room on the left, and I dumped my bags on  to the floor and took a look around.

To say I was mesmerized was an understatement. To begin with , the room was extremely spacious, splashed with gray paint. A single queen sized bed laid in the middle of the room covered with white and pink blankets and decorative pillows. Above the head rest, big flowers varying from pink to orange was stuck on the wall. On each side of the bed , there was a  chest of draws placed with a lamp and picture frames on it. Peering out the window which had pink and white curtains draped over it, I could see the sparkling  blue sea water from the beach further away from the house. Heading to my bags, I removed my essentials and placed them in the bigger chest of draws on the left side of the room. Looking up I saw  my reflection in the mirror and watched the close resemblance I had to my dad and wondered why did things change.

Once unpacked, I headed downstairs and followed the voices coming from the kitchen. Walking in, I was greeted by my other two cousins Chris and Adam. Chris asked me, " Do you want to go with us to have fun or you want to help your mom and aunt make lunch."

Thinking about it I chose the first option. Following my cousin we piled into an Uber, and Chris informed me that we will be heading out of town because there is a boxing match tonight and everyone they know will be there.

Arriving at the place, Adam lead us through a dark alley. "Remain close to us at all times," he whispered. Chris payed for our tickets at the entrance and pulled us inside. The place was very dark and crowded, but a lit up boxing ring  in the center caught my attention. Two muscular and shirtless men was standing in the ring preparing for their fight.

Squeezing through a row of sweaty bodies we stood at the far end of the ring observing. Circling each other on the balls of their feet, they jabbed at each other with their fists in quick but controlled movements. I couldn't look away as the fight was brutal but they moved so graciously. What caught my attention though, was the boy in the purple gloves. He was so handsome: straight black hair with blue highlights and muscled broad shoulders. 

I was fascinated by the way he moved with such elegance and power. "Whose that," I humbly asked to my cousins. "Jeon Jungkook," Chris responded.  I kept my eyes focused on him , following his every move. He looked like he was partaking in a dance performance. Watching the fight I could tell he was the better opponent as each jab send his way was easily dodged. When Jeon landed a brutal punch to the competitor blood splattered everywhere in the ring. Just watching the fight had adrenaline pumping throughout my body and I enjoyed every bit of it. Then a thought occurred to me since I enjoyed the fight so much maybe I should learn it myself, but who would teach me?

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