Just Rosalie

Girls' Night Out

Rosalie found herself in the private room of the club, sitting in a corner, while her mother made-out with a girl half her age in the ladies room. She quietly sipped on a glass of wine and studied the room filled with obnoxious, rich women and their concubines. It was a lesbian bar, after all. But no one piqued her interest at all, not even the gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. Rosalie hadn't noticed the woman until she began the strut over, the sound of her heels clicking against the flooring of the club. She'd been observing Rosalie for the past hour, and was ready to make a move.
Clarissa took a seat next to Rosalie, and crossed her legs. Rosalie placed her glass onto the table and looked at Clarissa with narrowed eyes.
"Clarissa Parker."
Clarissa moved closer to Rosalie and stretched her hand out for a handshake. Rosalie looked at her quizzically, applauding her ballsy move.
"Have you ever heard of something called personal space?"
Rosalie studied the woman in front of her-a blonde with light green eyes. She'd been hit on all night by many women, but Clarissa was the only one to actually step forward without hesitance and approval. That actually turned Rosalie on. She always enjoyed bedding a cocky lesbian. But that was in the past-before she'd met Lee.
"Come on. At least give me some props for coming all the way over here to introduce myself to a beautiful woman like you."
Clarissa flashed Rosalie a charming smile and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Her confident smile intrigued Rosalie, as unexpectant as it was.
"That's probably one of the cheesiest lines that I've heard in a long time. You come here quite often, huh?"
Rosalie ran the tip of her index finger around the stem of her wine glass and gave the blonde a flirtatious smile. She didn't expect for her night to turn into a tempting game of foreplay, but she knew she'd enjoy it.
"I'd like to think so. I like to keep tabs on my club. What good business woman wouldn't?"
Clarissa placed the palm of her hand on Rosalie's exposed thigh and leaned closer, her breath fanning Rosalie's cheek. She was about to whisper something in Rosalie's ear when Kaitlyn Watson stumbled her way toward them.
"Clarissa, leave my daughter alone."
Kaitlyn plopped herself down on the seat next to Rosalie's and wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulder.
"Kaitlyn... I didn't know."
Clarissa removed her hand and shifted a few inches away. She'd never hit on Kaitlyn Watson's daughter when the woman was present. That's why she'd waited for Kaitlyn to head into the bathroom with that girl on her arm.
"Of course you did. You've been eying our table since we got here. My daughter's not into... actually you're as cougar as they come. Honey, promise me that you'll stay away from Clarissa over here. She has no good intentions."
"Kaitlyn, I thought we'd put our issues aside by now."
Kaitlyn pulled her daughter closer to her and waved her index finger side to side.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you can put your cougar hands on my little girl. She deserves better."
Rosalie chuckled and patted her mother on her back. Kaitlyn probably had too much wine. She'd turned into a mama bear protecting her cub from a cougar-ironically enough.
"Mum, I can handle myself. Dealing with cougars all my life, right?"
Clarissa gave Rosalie a wink and sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she let her eyes roam freely-over the skimpiness of Rosalie's dress, that was both sexy and modest.
"Sure, you said the same thing about Lee. And how did that end? Really though, how did it end?"
Rosalie felt her blood drain from her face. She was yet to tell her mother about everything that transpired, though she dreaded to. It was difficult to hear the words I told you so slipping from her mother's lips.
"Can we not talk about my ex-fiancée, right now? I'd rather talk about that coed that you locked yourself in the ladies room with."
Kaitlyn scoffed. She didn't want to talk about the girl who almost gave her a hand job, before confessing that she was still in love with her ex-girlfriend, and bursted into tears.
"There's nothing to talk about. Clarissa, as much as I think you're a good woman, just keep your hands to yourself."
"What if I can't keep my hands to myself?"
Clarissa grinned making Rosalie chuckle. She'd encountered straightforward women before, but Clarissa was on another level of it.
"I'd like to think that you can. Honey, let's dance, shall we?"
Kaitlyn should have known better than to leave her daughter alone to the vultures. Rosalie was attractive enough to score most of the women in the club, if not all. And as she pulled Rosalie onto the dance floor, the DJ turned the music up, making Rosalie's heartbeat pound inside of her ears. The adrenaline immediately rushed through their bodies, and they'd both had enough wine to feel as though they were dancing on clouds.
Rosalie's hips moved in rhythm to the beat, and as she felt someone's hands on her waist, surprisingly, she didn't object to it. But as Rosalie turned to wrap her arms around the woman's neck, she looked into those familiar grey eyes.
Immediately stepping back and shaking her head, Lee stepped forward. Rosalie didn't know what to think. What was Lee doing there? How did she find Rosalie?
"Sweetheart, I still think we can make us work. I'll try for the both of us."
Rosalie was about to turn, but Lee grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. As Kaitlyn witnessed her daughter being handled, she tapped Lee on her back and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'd appreciate it if you let go of my daughter."
Lee instead tightened her grip and looked at Kaitlyn with fury in her eyes. Who was Kaitlyn to stop Lee? Rosalie was hers. She could've done what she wanted, or so she thought.
As Rosalie stomped on Lee's foot with her heel and managed to pull away from Lee's grasp, she also found herself throwing a fist, one which she'd regret. Lee stumbled backward, her nose bleeding, and her heart aching. How could Rosalie hurt her? Why would Rosalie hurt her? But she did cast the first stone.
"Don't fucking touch me again."
Rosalie placed her hand in her mother's and headed over to the table to grab their belongings, before exiting the club. They needed to hail a cab, and though it was only 10:00 at night, there seemed to be no available ones. Rosalie took out her phone to contact an Uber, and also removed Lee from her Find Me app. She really hated her forgetfulness, especially when it resulted in what had happened. The only person that could track her would be her mother, and hopefully Kaitlyn would only use it for emergencies.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Rosalie shook her head. She'd been quietly crying as she stared at the screen of the phone. She wouldn't admit it, but being handled hurt her. Lee had never risked it until that night. Rosalie couldn't believe that she almost married a woman who'd hurt her like that. She knew that abuse often escalated, and what if she did marry Lee? Would she have been victim to domestic abuse? The thought alone scared her.
"Yeah. Never better."
Kaitlyn could see right through her daughter's excuse. She was Rosalie's mother after all. And they'd been there for each other through the toughest of times.
"She's lucky that we're in public. Next time I see her, I won't hesitate to give her a piece of my mind."
Rosalie felt her cheeks heating up. Did they cause a scene? Did anyone record what transpired? She hated unwanted attention. Would anyone talk about that night the next day, or the day after that?
"Rosalie, please... I..."
Lee's voice rung in her ears, and her hand tightened into a fist. She'd had enough of Lee. But as she looked at the blood on Lee's face, she felt like the worst person in the world.
"Dammit."
Rosalie grabbed a tissue from her purse and placed it against Lee's nose. She wasn't any better than any other abuser. And that made her hate herself.
"I'll be okay."
Lee assured, though Kaitlyn thought she more than deserved it. If Lee had balls, she'd encourage her daughter to kick them.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay. I forgive you."
Rosalie gulped and placed the palm of her hand on Lee's cheek. She'd never hurt a fly, but she'd hurt the woman who still owned her heart. Who was she turning into? She wasn't any better than her father-the man who she'd despised more than anyone.
"You should put some ice on it."
Lee noticed compassion and guilt in Rosalie's eyes. She knew that she could have used it to her advantage.
"Kaitlyn, your phone."
Clarissa handed Kaitlyn the phone that she'd left on the table by accident. She also wanted a chance to see Rosalie once more, but was displeased when she saw her talking to Lee.
"Thank you, Clarissa."
Rosalie checked her phone and moved away from Lee. As remorseful as she'd felt, she wouldn't allow herself to fall down the rabbit hole.
"Is everything okay? Do you two need a lift anywhere? I'd be happy to drive you."
"No, we'll be fine. Enjoy the rest of your night."
Lee knew that Clarissa had ulterior motives. She saw the way that Clarissa looked at Rosalie-everyone did.
When the taxi pulled over, Kaitlyn and Rosalie got into the backseat. Rosalie would have asked Lee if she was okay to drive home, but decided not to. She didn't want to let her emotions get the best of her, for her sake.
Even though Rosalie was still in love with Lee, she didn't want to be. She couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable, and with Lee she was. When she thought about what she'd done with Elizabeth, she knew that she could never let Lee find out. It would have crushed Lee. But hadn't Lee hurt Elizabeth so many times in the past? Maybe, she deserved it. But Rosalie couldn't put herself in that position-she wouldn't.
"Mum, what was that about?"
Rosalie questioned as she leaned back in her seat. The backseat windows were down and the wind blew aimlessly into the taxi.
"What was what about?"
Kaitlyn wasn't sure what her daughter was referring to. They'd been two awkward situations that night-Clarissa and Lee.
"Clarissa. You're the one who said we should get laid."
Rosalie was thankful that her mother had stopped her from doing something that she might have regretted. Meaningless sex wouldn't have helped with anything, at that point.
Kaitlyn knew what she'd said to her daughter, and that's what she intended. But not with Clarissa-the woman certainly had no good intentions.
"I'm just being protective. Clarissa isn't someone you want to get intimate with. She's a predator."
"I mean, for sexual purposes, she would have been the perfect fit, right?"
Kaitlyn forced a smile. Rosalie was dealing with heartbreak. She didn't need a cougar in her bed, especially a vicious one that she'd known Clarissa to be. Kaitlyn was protective over her daughter, and wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her.
"Honey, I think you should file a restraining order against Lee. She's popping out of nowhere, and she's got a lot of built up anger."
"I'm the one who punched her."
Rosalie mumbled as the guilt resurfaced. Maybe, she should have called Lee just to make sure that she was okay.
"Self-defense. We took the classes together, remember?"
Rosalie wasn't sure if what she'd done was self-defense, or an action of anger. She'd more so done it by reflex. But her body should have known control and her mind too.
"I don't know, mum. I shouldn't have hit her. It was uncalled for."
Kaitlyn lifted up her daughter's hand and showed her the laceration. Rosalie hadn't even realized that she'd been hurt that badly. Did Lee really do that to her?
"A woman who didn't deserve a punch wouldn't have done this to you. Imagine what she would have done if you weren't in public or didn't know how to defend yourself. As much as I hate to say it, but you need to toughen up, and continue to fight back. I've taught you that hurting others is wrong, but in the world we live in, it's sometimes the only way to survive."
"Fight back? Like hiring a hitman to take her down?"
Kaitlyn narrowed her gaze and poked Rosalie's nose with her index finger.
"File that restraining order, and I think it's time that you stick with me again. Honey, we can even head home for a while, or visit your grandparents. Maybe, even go on a cruise. Anything you want. We'll do it together."
Rosalie smiled and leaned her head against her mother's chest. She really needed her mother. She'd always tried to be strong and brave. But a mother's love was always necessary, even when she didn't want it.