Roses at Midnight

CHAPTER FORTY: EVAN

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

A week has since passed since I sent Rosaline's file over. I waited urgently for a response, unable to sleep. I watched as Rosalie went out to the garden most nights to sit on that little bench in front of the lake. Her sleeping patterns had been thrown completely out of whack since her encounter with Luka. Rage began to rise up my spine as I thought back to that night. His hands caressing her thighs the way she screamed for me to help. I could feel the angry beginning to boil over when my computer chimed out. Turning towards the computer I released my fist that had turned my knuckles white and stretched my neck to release the tension I brought onto myself. Making my way over to the computer I swiftly sat down opening the email I had been anxiously waiting for all week.

It took a moment for my email to load what had been sent over. Within seconds a picture of Rosaline appeared on the screen. Her beautiful hair fell behind her shoulders in long waves and her face was bare of makeup and a beautiful smile spread across her face. It looked to be a school picture from a few years back. Under her picture read her name "ROSALINE EVIE BAKER". I smiled to myself "Evie, what a strange middle name" I chuckled. Scrolling through the pages the information on Rosaline exploded through the page as I read it out loud. "Born February 25th to parents Oscar and Olivia Baker, Olivia Baker died three days after the birth of her daughter due to complications." I continued to read through the pages that listed her small apartment she lived in her entire life that was located in one of the slummiest parts of town. Her primary and secondary school education, how she was a straight A student most of her school career until she suddenly stopped attending at the age of 17. It went on to talk about her fathers multiple incarcerations and drinking tickets. He had a debt a mile long. He owed to everyone and their brother between liquor stores, creditors and loan sharks, he was on everyone's hated list. Reading down even further I found the information I had been looking for all along. Oscar Baker had sold his daughter for the measly price of 30,000 dollars. "That wasn't even a quarter of the price I paid for her." I said angrily before continuing to read on. He sold her to the Rager brothers to be put into the auction. Gripping my computer so hard I cracked the screen. Fury burned inside of me. "Fucking Raymond and Ivan bought her!" I breathed out through rage filled nostrils. The two dirtiest dogs in the game. My heart ached at the thought of poor terrified Rosaline being dragged away against her will by these two greasy slime balls. They are the worst ones in the game known for beating, and often times raping their potential auctioned pieces before throwing them out to the crowd to be purchased. I couldn't think straight. Was Rose touched, my Rose? Had they assaulted her before pushing her through those curtains? She was labelled a virgin at auction thats why her price was so high, but these dogs are notorious for raping the girls and slapping the virgin label on them to keep their biddings high. My mind raced at every possible thing that could have happened to her before the auction. My emotions reacted before my mind did and before I stopped myself I was busting through her door yelling. "Did they touch you?" My yell could have woken the dead. Rosaline startled up from her sleep and jumped at my anger moving back towards the bedrame. "What?" she asked, her voice shaking and her eyes confused. Lowering my voice I spoke up, still not able to control the anger behind it. "Did they touch you before you were thrown into the auction?" Her eyes filled with even more confusion. " Did who touch me?" "Ivan and Raymond." I spat out, quickly realizing she had no idea who those men were by their names. Calming down a bit, sensing I was probably scaring her more than I meant to, I slowly walked over to the bed while steading my voice. "The short man with long slicked back hair and the tall bald man, after they purchased you did they touch you in any way?" The confusion on her face cleared a bit. "No they didn't touch me, well I mean they grabbed me and stuff like that but no they didn't assault me at all. At least I don't think they did. I was knocked out by my dad when I refused to go with them and woke up in a cell." Her eyes grew sad as she thought back on the memory. Her words did nothing to calm Evan there's been many times they have drugged the women before assaulting them so they would have no recollection of the event. Disgusting bastards I thought to myself. The poor girls would wake up with bloodied legs and pain when they walked from how brutal the men would be. "Did you wake up in any pain? Were you bleeding at all?" I asked, sitting down on the bed next to her small frame. "No, I didn't wake up bleeding at all, as for pain." she began to start and I could feel the bile coming up my throat. "I didn't have any pain besides a pounding headache from my dad's smack to the face."

My shoulders relaxed a bit as I grabbed her hand into mine. "Are you positive that was the only pain you had that day." Looking up at me with a thousand questions in her mind her soft voice spoke again. "Yeah I'm positive. The doctor was a creep and talked about how he would take me then and there if I wouldn't cost so much being a virgin." I shook my head at the memory of the sick doctor coming to me that day asking to care for my sweet Rosaline. He wanted nothing more than to wetten his member by force and would have taken his first chance when she would have been alone with him for any check up. I was beyond mad at this point with every man that had made her life a living hell before she had come to me. The thoughts of torturing these men delghted me. The various ways I could cause them harm ran through my mind. "Are you okay?" Roses sweet voice piped out. Looking towards her I was struck by my sudden need to caress her to hold her in my arms. The thoughts of what could have happened to her made me want to protect her even more now. Before thinking I grabbed her face pulling her into mine and smashed my lips against hers. Surprise overtook her. At first she was rigid as a rock for a split second before she completely melted into me, kissing me back just as hard as I kissed her. Parting her mouth slightly I took my chance, shoving my tongue into hers exploring her and her sweet taste. She was like heroin and I was an addict. I lost track of time as I sat there kissing her with all the pent up anger and frustration I had until it faded away into the darkness.

Pulling away from her she panted to catch her breath, I could hear her heartbeat drumming hard in her chest. Her mouth was red and swollen. Lust and confusion filled her eyes as I pulled her into my arms. "No one will ever hurt you again." I promised her before kissing head. "No one" I repeated once more.