The Truth About Monsters

Chapter 21: The Storm

"You're my whole world, Rosie." Jisoo breathed, lips trailing down her neck.

Rosie couldn't believe how light and happy she felt. They laid like that in Jisoo's bed for hours, Rosie tightly in her embrace as Jisoo kept pressing kisses to her girlfriend's soft skin, whispering how much she loved her, over and over again.

"Would it be so bad?" Rosie mumbled, leaning back into Jisoo's embrace.

"What, baby?" Jisoo asked softly, her fingers rubbing soft circles into Rosie's bare back.

"Running away." Rosie sighed in contentment, swooning at the names Jisoo gave her in the heat of their passion. "Just you and me, and a lot of time to spend loving each other." Rosie hummed softly as Jisoo brought one of her hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers, absolutely worshipping her in every sense of the word.

Jisoo was silent, for a moment, and Rosie feared that she had her answer. Duty over love. So that was Jisoo's outlook. It should have hurt, but it didn't. For some reason, Rosie accepted it. It was as if she even loved Jisoo more for caring so much.

And then Jisoo murmured, "Rosie." Her name was a prayer on the barely older girl's full lips.

Rosie turned in her lap to face her, and Jisoo's arms went around her protectively.

"One day, I will owe nothing more to my people. I swear it." She whispered.

"I know." Rosie nodded, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. "I don't care. I'm here. You and I, we're together. That's all that matters."

Jisoo Nodded slowly, worry in her eyes. "I have to protect you, Rosie."

Rosie frowned. "No, Jisoo, you don't. I just want you to love me." She whispered, leaning forward, her bare body brushing against Jisoo's as she pulled her into a tender kiss.

"I do." Jisoo whispered. "God, Rosie, I do."

Rosie's vision went dark with the lights, and she could no longer reminisce while staring at the empty bed in Jisoo's bedroom, suddenly finding herself in a pitch black hell.

Instinctively, Rosie knew what was happening.

She knew that this was a method of attack.

She'd heard the tires on the cobblestone towards the front of the house.

Jungkook finally broke the unspoken rules, the unofficially set boundaries of peace.

Rosie took a breath, still smelling faintly of Jisoo's perfume.

Jisoo. The love of her life, her best friend, her world. Downstairs, under attack because of her. Jungkook went too far this time. There was no redemption, no way for him to justify this.

Rosie blindly stumbled towards the nightstand, struggling to yank it open. She knew she only had seconds to act, to think clearly.

Jisoo had left her primary piece, a 9mm pistol, in the nightstand, a reassurance to Rosie that she would be safe in her care. Rosie snatched it, feeling the cold steel weigh her entire grip down like she was the reaper who'd just wielded a scythe.

She heard the steps coming behind her. She hurriedly shoved the gun into the waistband of her pants, tucking her shirt in over it. She whipped around to face her aggressor, wishing that it was Jisoo there to take her hand, to tell her she was alright.

It was Alan.

Rosie could make out his figure in the darkness, the silhouette of his shaven head, his arms wielding a small pistol of his own.