Clash Of Hearts

11. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎?

Chapter-11

Author's POV

Rose was pacing around in her room, worry and anxiety plastered on her beautiful face. She was breathing erratically. The door opened with a creaking sound, and an unknown fear crept up her body...she widened her eyes but soon relaxed seeing Matthew.

" Rose....my love... You don't look good...? Is everything alright??" Matthew spoke, walking towards her.

She was so engrossed in her own world of worry, that she didn't even hear the knocking sound on the door.

" Papa...no! I'm fine!" she sighed, looking at him.... faking a smile.

She didn't want him to worry about her.

" Dear... You can tell me? Is that bastard bothering you again?" Matthew gritted his teeth.

Rose shook her head, and immediately hugged him.

" Papa..he is not here. He doesn't even know we are here... Don't worry about anything, I'm fine Papa...I'm fine!" she said looking at Matthew with a small smile.

" I missed a few classes lately and there is a lot to catch up on.. that's it! Please don't worry!" Rose chuckled, sighing as she looked towards the pile of books lying on her bed.

Matthew sighed in relief. He was worried. Since she returned from college, she looked worried and afraid. He thought that 'Bastard' was the reason. He was relieved that it was not him or anyone for that matter.

They spoke for a few minutes and Matthew left kissing her forehead.

Rose knew her actions would take a toll on his health. Rose loved her father more than anything. He was her only family. That man loved his daughter with all his life. She was his princess, the apple of his eye and everything precious.

He will do anything to keep his daughter safe and happy. Once, he made the mistake of leaving her alone.. and it almost destroyed her. She was broken, shattered into tiny pieces. With a lot of help and support from Matthew and her psychiatrist Carla, she improved, gathered her broken pieces, and fixed herself.

Not only did she fight for herself, but she fought for Matthew too. He was on the verge of death, that thin line which gave him the hope to survive was his daughter, his everything.

She walked towards the mirror and removed the tee shirt she was wearing. Pulling the bra a little upwards, she traced the tattoo on her right rib. It was a tattoo of a 'Rose'

Tears filled her eyes as she looked deeper at the Rose. There was a deep scar, it looked almost fading.... almost. If not keenly observed, the scar cannot be seen.  The thorns covered the scar perfectly. 

She shuddered, pulling the bra down. She breathed in and out slowly, but her breathing came out heavy. She continued to breathe slowly. Gradually, her breathing steadied.

Putting the tee shirt back, she made her way towards the bed and made her bed. She had completed her assignment already. She thought of texting Rain but sighed in disappointment seeing Rain's text popping up in the notification.

' Not coming for a week! I'm leaving for the Southern States, my aunt is in hospital... sorry for not being there, I've asked Zayaan to accompany you. Take care xoxo'

She sighed.

'Okay...!! Take care of your Aunt. I'll miss you here, don't worry...I'll be fine, I'm submitting our assignment tomorrow. Come back soon xoxo' She hit the send button and sighed again.