Sold

Chapter 19

*Edited*

(Rosslyn's POV)

Brandon's arms never left my side as he carried me towards his sleek black car, placing me gently in the seat and buckling me in. The cold air shielded as the door slammed shut. Blasted briefly again by the cold air as Brandon sat beside me and began driving towards the closest hospital.

I looked down at my hands that were cut up majorly, the blood beginning to dry making my hands stiff. The blood trailing up my arms, cracking slightly from the movements of the car speeding through New York traffic.

Hatred welling inside of me.

"It's alright baby, we'll get you fixed" Brandon said making a sharp left and racing towards the hospital and parking directly in front of the emergency entrance. Rushing out of the car and grabbing me again and holding me close to his bare chest he raced towards the entrance his bare feet slapping against the concrete. My body was limp in his arms as he gently sat me down on one of the waiting chairs and went to the window talking to a nurse.

The doors slid open again, my eyes trailing up to come face to face to Valentine. His eyes met mine and he came and sat next to me, his hand resting on my knee as he tried to make eye contact.

"Rosalyn?" My name slipped from his tongue as he waved a hand in front of my eyes, trying to break me from the trance I was stuck in.

What did they want?

I didn't want to talk.

I didn't want Brandon.

My heart longed for something? Someone.

Brandon kneeled in front of me and and grabbed my hands gently tugging slightly. I leant forward and looked at my knees, my hair falling into my face.

Strong arms encircled around my waist pulling me up to my feet as I leaned heavily into Brandon.

"We'll get you all fixed up, baby" I looked at him as he pulled me along into the triage room to me cleaned up before seeing the doctor.

"I'm not something to be fixed, Brandon" his head snapped towards me so quickly I swear I heard a snap. His eyes looked over me worriedly as I slumped in the seat as a triage nurse came in and tested my blood pressure and cleaned my hands with a saline wash and picked out shards of glass with tweezers. Blood began to slowly seep out from the cuts as she worked. I looked away and at the posters on the wall reading them intently.

"All good, Darlin' I reckon your all good to go home" she said smiling at me cheerily. Turning away from me and facing Brandon a different type of smile plastered on her face.

"I'll grab some pain killers and some antibiotics for her to take, that way she won't get an infection" standing up I watched as she walked away. My eyes lingering on the ugly white and blue floors. My bare feet slapped on the ground as I swung my legs, dirty and splattered with blood.

Coming back into the room and passing the medication to Valentine while Brandon lifted me up from the chair my head slumping against his shoulder as he half walked half dragged me out of the emergency centre and sat me back down in the car pulling on my seat belt and slamming the door shut.

Releasing the breath I was holding I sighed and watched as Valentine and Brandon argued outside, their arms pointing in my direction as they stared daggers at each other.

Sighing again I leaned back in the chair and squeezed my eyes shut.

I just wanted to be left alone.

(Valentine's POV)

"Shut up before I punch you out!" Brandon shouted at me his eyes burning.

"It's the truth, Brandon! Grow up!" I retorted back and held my hands in a tight fist. A low growl erupting from Brandon's lips.

"It's the safest thing for her right now Brandon. She's mentally unstable and falling apart, we still have to deal with Padré and his funeral, dealing with the family business and to top it all off we have an impending threat from Riccardo Montoya! Right now we need to deal with this one thing at a time"

"I'm not sending her away, Val" the hurt in his eyes evident as he looked at Rosalyn in the car, her eyes shut as she leaned back into the chair.

"Not forever, Brandon. But it's the safest way. No one can get to her if she's safe in a-"

"Loony bin." Brandon said sourly looking at me, nodding and looking down at my feet I heard Brandon sigh.

"You're right, but I'm not sending her to a loony bin, I'll send her to a safe house with Madré" with that Brandon walked away and entered the car and sped off leaving me alone in the hospital car park.