The Thorn To My Rose

Made In Manhattan

Rosie's POV:

Reading. Reading seemed to drown out all of worlds problems. Or at least mine. I was able to escape everything and anything. Time stood still, . Just being able to lose myself completely in a fantasy world

I was in a time warp. Everything playing in a endless loop, at some point everything sounded more enhanced. The grandfather clock bellowing throughout the house.

I didn't go home that night. There really wasn't a need to. Why would I go to a home where between the thick walls that separated me and my fathers bedroom but I could still hear him pacing back in forth.

I could hear his soft cries loud and clear. When you're a parent you are suppose to be indestructible, reliable, It has been told that what ever you are going through you must never show that vulnerable side to anyone, especially your children.

What is worse than hearing a grow man cry? From a parents perspective, It is watching your child go through the pain. You would wish nothing more than to transfer and sort of hurt and pain to you instead.

In this case dad was hurting. I heard it in his most cheerful voice, I saw it in his posture. I saw behind his tear filled eyes.

His hurt was different. But I wanted to know what made my mom switch. Unless this was her true colors to begin with but I can't shake it. I cant allow myself to believe that.

Either she was a really good actress or she was sinister.

"Dad tell me what happened in New York." I pleaded. I wanted to know if there was anything that happened. Something that can change someone so drastically in such a short amount of time.

" Sweetheart I wish I knew. That is what I am so confused on, She did not seem or do anything out of the ordinary. She came home one day from the hospital and she just walked in the room and went to bed. Her whole demeanor had change. I thought If I spent more time with her, or did things like we used to that would make her feel better."

" I blame myself honestly. Maybe she was going through some things and I made it worse by neglecting her. I tried almost everything, I guess this was who she was all along."

Dad had a couple of drinks in and you can tell. His playlist suddenly turned pretty depressing after a while.

I wanted answers. No I needed answers but what sucks is that I am not strong enough to face her. What scares me is that maybe I will never be able to ask her these questions.

" Is there something I can get for you dad.?" I asked, He shook his head as a response so giving him and kiss on the cheek and departing to my room.

My phone was buzzing on my night stand. I walked over and saw Aarons name flashing.

" Hello?"

"Hey baby, how is everything? I just wanted to call and check up on you." I am really grateful for him.

" Im good, now may not be the time but I need you. Like all of you." ( Seduction mode on)

" Baby not that I wouldn't love to do that but I feel like you had an emotional day and It was hard on both you and your father, so wouldn't it be best to stay with him to kind of keep him company?" He declined. I AM SHOCKED. Before going on my angry rant I actually sat down and took time and thought about it.

Oh who am I kidding. I am sexually frustrated and I felt the need to start a riot.

" So you don't wanna be with me is that it?" I retaliated.

" W-What? where did that come from?!" I'm holding in my laughter and I wanna let it out so bad but Just one more.

I gave him the silent treatment and Aaron was already having a mental breakdown.