|ROSE|
"I'm sorry, okay?"
That's all he kept saying ever since this morning.
When I woke up, I was so sore all over I instantly started crying.
That had woken Louis up and he asked me what happened.
I didn't say anything.
But when he pulled the covers back and saw the blood on the bed, himself and me, I think he realized.
It was 4AM when I had woken up from the pain and it was now 11AM.
I looked out the window as the mountains passed.
He decided that he was going to take me back home to get some rest and head back with the rest of the family.
My family.
He also decided to take my phone and give me a burner until his return.
We pulled into the driveway and he quickly got out.
Running around the car to me, he opened my door and scooped me out.
Carrying me through the front door, he placed me on my couch.
"Rose....I- I'll see you later.", he rushed before leaving the house.
I've never seen him be so speechless.
"I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut
I got death threats filling up semi trucks
Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice
All because I liked a boy
And all of this for what?
When everything went down we'd already broken up
Please tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice
All because I liked a boy"
(Song: Because I liked a boy - Sabrina Carpenter)
I was currently watching "Pretty Woman" on Hulu while eating popcorn.
Why couldn't a man treat me like that!
I had taken a nice hot bath and some ibuprofen.
Maybe a little bit too much ibuprofen because I was feeling amazing.
"Get the fuck off of her!", I yelled at the TV as the snobby lawyer guy tried to have his way with the main character.
"What's going on here?", Louis asked, as I jumped.
Damn, has it already been 2 days?
Quickly composing myself and focusing back on the TV, I decided to ignore him.
"How's everything feeling?", he asked me.
And I continued to ignore him....which I could tell was pissing him off.
I went to turn up the TV but before I could, he snatched the remote from me and threw it at the TV causing the screen to crack.
I jumped and stood up.
"What, Louis? What is it that you want?", I screamed.
"I want you to talk to me.", he yelled back.
"Please, please.", Louis begged while grabbing my hand.
"Louis I am 13. No I will not drink the wine!", I stomped.
"Fine, you're such a bitch.", he growled.
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Sinful Roses
RomantizmA young boy found a Rose that he could not love openly, so he kept it in a glass, sealed away. Now an adult, the Rose wants to be set free. Have all the things that the once young boy who is now a man, has now. Only thing that is stopping that is...
