Separated- TenRose

One

Welcome to the first chapter of this book!

This book will be filled with angst for my lovely angst lovers. It will also have fluff because, of course, this is a Tenrose fanfic!

Violence is included in this chapter. Please take this as a trigger warning not to read if you're sensitive to this subject.

I love you all! Enjoy:)

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"I have made many, many mistakes in my life! But you, you Rose Tyler, are the biggest of them all!" She stared at him as his aggressive voice rushed through her ears. He was close to her, only a few inches apart, his face completely fuelled with anger.

"I can not believe my stupidity! Why would I ever make the awful decision to take you of all humans with me?! You're a thick, useless and most of all weak girl who will never deserve a single being in the universe!"

"Doctor, please. Please just stop." She begged quietly, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Stop!? Stop what? All I'm doing is speaking the truth!"

"Please stop." She cried, more tears forming in her eyes.

He breathed heavily through his nose, his hands balled up in fists, shaking. She wanted to say something, anything that could help the horrible situation in front of her. But before she could muster the words, she felt a burning sting at her cheek. He'd slapped her. A heavy, fierce slap. She brought a hand up and rubbed the spot his palm had hit.

"You don't have the right to tell me to stop! I made you. So don't you ever tell me to stop!"

They stood there still and silent for a few moments. Rose looked petrified, her hands shaking at her sides and her legs weak. Meanwhile, he stood tall over her, his body filled with power and confidence as he stared her down, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised.

After those few moments passed, The Doctor grabbed her wrist in a firm, tight grasp. He pulled her out of the console room and into the TARDIS's corridors and down towards her bedroom.

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Two weeks earlier

The Doctor and Rose had just finished their delightful dinner with the King of France in 1842.

"Thank you for the food, your majesty. Though we must be off, we are far from home and I expect Roses mother is worried sick." The Doctor stood from his seat at the large table, as did Rose.

"It has been a pleasure Sir Doctor. And to you too Lady Rose. It is the least I could offer after your sacrifices for my land." The King said from his much-larger-than-the-rest seat. Looked more like a throne at a dinner table to Rose.

"Just doing what we do best, right?" He turned to Rose who simply nodded. "I hope to see you both again one day, make sure your mother hears your apology for your absence, Lady Rose." "Oh I will, thank you." She smiled politely.

And with that they were off, walking back to the TARDIS after a long day.

"Enjoyed?" He asked cheerfully, as he unlocked the TARDIS.

"Always do." She gave a grin, her classic grin with half her tongue poking out.

He opened the blue doors to reveal his beloved TARDIS. Instantly, he got started on the console, typing in coordinates and all that.