We were laying on the bed, looking at each other. He was playing with my short, brunette hair, "Promise me you won't hurt me.." I said with a soft voice.
"I won't."
Rose snapped out of the flashback, flinching at Wilbur's punch going into the wall. He was very drunk in that afternoon..and he was mad since she didn't listen to him. "You know what, Rosemary! You weren't the first girl who I loved!" He yelled, she kept on standing still.
"You weren't the first boring girl I ever met!" He took a sip before finishing his sentence, "Hell you're not my first victim! Ha! In fact, you're gonna be my 13th one in a little bit because I am so fucking mad at you!" he threw the glass bottle on the ground. "If you don't want to be my 13th victim, do the dishes! Do anything I say!" He yelled, walking closer to the shocked girl.
He put his warm hand around her waste, pulling her closer, then kissing her..which she didn't kiss back. "Now..pack your stuff and leave. I'm tired of your ass being in here." He walked away and wiped his mouth, he turned to the girl, Rosemary was standing still. "LEAVE!" He said before throwing a cup at her, her arms was blocking her face and that made her arms getting cut.
"Fine! I will leave! And don't blow up my phone when you want me back!" She yelled and walked to the bedroom, grabbing a bag and packing all of her belongings in it. She was mad...and sad. "You weren't the first boring girl I ever met!" The sentence was echoing in her mind, "H-He's just drunk, Rose. You know he doesn't mean that.." she thought to herself before getting up and walking out of the bedroom.
She looked at Wilbur, who was sitting on the couch..drinking and watching something boring. Rose looked at the door and walked out of the house. She put the bag in the passenger seat and started the car, she saw Wilbur walking out the house. She started to drive away from the house and leaving him behind. She had nowhere to go...only to April's.
Rose started to dial April's phone number, "Please answer." she mumbled to herself. "Hello?" The first thing April said on the phone, "A-April.." Rose started to tear up. "Rose? Are you ok? What happened?" April asked, "C-Can I come to your house? I-I'll explain when I get there.." Rose stuttered. "Yes, you can. I'll be waiting for you in the front porch..alright?" April told the sad girl, "Ok..I'll see you in 40." Rose hanged up and wiped her dry tears away.
Rose pulled in the other side of street, April stood up and ran to the car. She saw Rose looking down, making her hair block her face. She had a gray sweater around her arm, blood stains was going through the sweater. "Oh my god! Rose, what happened?" April held her arm around Rose's wounded arm, "C-Can we go inside..I don't feel great." Rose wiped her eyes and April held her hand. Walking into the little house.
When they got inside, April walked to the bathroom and got bandages out of the cabinet, Rose sat on the blue couch. April sat beside her, raising the sleeve up to see dry blood on her arm and outside of the sleeve. "Holy shit! Who did this?" April covered her mouth, Rose said nothing. But only looking into April eyes, then looking down. "I'm gonna fucking him!" April got up and put her jacket on.
"DON'T! Please!" Rose walked over to April, putting her jacket off of her shoulders, "This isn't healthy, Rose. He did that to you!" April made a point. "He was drunk." Rose defended but April didn't like it, "I don't care if he was drunk! He made you arm look like class went through it." April shook her head. "But stay..please." She smiled softly, "Fine,Rose. But you're not going back there tomorrow, alright?" April put her shoes off and Rose nodded.
The whole night was April taking care of her damaged friend, Rose. They kept on drinking wine and laughing about old memories, making Rose forget the fight...and Wilbur, also thinking this is just a normal night. Rose fell asleep on the couch, which made April really hard to bring her up to her bedroom to put her on her bed. She had to drag the passed out Rose up the stairs, "How are you... not ...waking up?" April mumbled to Rose.
She successfully put the passed out Rosemary on the bed, "Jesus fucking Christ, your heavy." April joked awhile walking out of the room.
April got woken up by a phone ringing, she looked at the time "7:30 am". She answered the caller, "H-Hello?" April rubbed her eyes, "Where are you Rose?" Wilbur answered the first second. "Oh..It's you fucker." April deepen her voice to sound tuff, "April, where is Rose?" Wilbur leaned on the kitchen counter. "Oh she's asleep, peacefully after that accident." April raised her eyebrow, "W-What accident?" he put his shoes on.
"Oh? You don't remember? You don't remember saying that she was boring and fucking throwing a class bottle at her? You're such a fucking piece of garbage, Will! You are! And I hope she breaks up with you after that! I hope she breaks your heart in pieces! You asswipe!" April yelled to the phone, then she hanged up. Then, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs and seeing a sleepy Rose. "W-Who was that?" Rose mumbled, "Oh..No-one, Rose." April lied.
She knew if she told Rose that it was Wilbur was yelling at, she would know that Rose would not forgotten her. "You should stay here for one more night, ok?" April smiled a bit and walking the staircase, "Ok.." Rose smiled.
Wilbur was furious when April hanged up, he grabbed his pocketknife and his jacket. "She'll get what she deserves.." He mumbled.
IM BACKKK! Sorry for the 2 week break, I needed it. Sometimes, you just need to relax and put shit off your chest. Drink water and sleep! -C1ndy
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