She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 88/Set of Twins

"Thank you so much you two! I'll see you at home later darling." Rock lifted his hand as a goodbye.

Mrs. Chase went back to the bustling concession stand. That was an understatement. This put concession stands to shame. It's like an only carry-out/pick-up restaurant, with the looks of the building and quality of the food.

"Okay, we are done. What happened back there?" I asked him folding my arms over my chest.

"Happened? Princess," he chuckled, "that was me working." Acting like what had happened earlier was normal. We continued to where his car was parked.

"Rock that wasn't you." I refused to believe him. "That wasn't normal."

"Oh princess you don't know me. As much as you think you do...you don't. The person you know is Rockwell Chase."

"No, I-"

"Rockwell Chase," Rock walked closer to me and I started backing away, "the son of Wenna Chase the perfect mother and wife to the major district attorney Mr. Brandon Chase, Rockwell Chase the perfect son. The perfect set of twins." I backed up into the door of his car. "The perfect family. Rockwell Chase is who you know. Rock...well he's not close to you," He raked his eyes from my blues to my red lips then back again, "princess." He usually called me princess with what felt like endearment, but this time it felt more like an insult. I tried to not let it affect me, but I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt.

"You're wrong." I whispered against his lips. When did they get so close? "I have already met Rock. The right hand of Jefe. A notorious member of Black Velvet. The one who stood and watched his little cousin get beaten to a pulp." Rock stepped away and pressed his lips into a thin line. He was mad. Well, guess what, I am too. "He is also the same person who lessened his sentence. The same one who has saved me from Jefe over and over again. The one who saved me from that drunken man at the gala! The same person who comforted me every time I found out about my mother's possible adultery!" My voice raised as my emotions started to overwhelm me. Rock looked down not meeting my eyes. Rock shook his head slowly.

"That was Rockwe-"

"That was Rock. That was you." I said sternly. "As much as you try to separate Rockwell and Rock. They are the same person." Just like I try to be a different Scarlett every time I move. I am still the same deep down. "You might have to tweak yourself when you're around other Velvets, but you are still the same Rock that I know. The Rock that I..." I stopped myself as Rock looked up at me with his hazel eyes more green than usual. I studied his face once more before answering...is that...fear? "That I am friends with." Rock only stared at me as his face dropped slowly.

I don't know how long he has been trying to be two different people. However, I do know the toll it takes on you mentally and emotionally. The stress you have to endure when you are trying to be someone you're not can be straining. I know it all too well. Too well.

I walked towards him and slowly wrapped my arms around his body. I hugged him. I hugged him for a long time until I felt him accept the embrace and hug me back. I wasn't going to let go until he accepted it. He squeezed me and his arms wrapped around me until they reached the front again.

He was still the Rock I know when he was in that kitchen with Joquín. I know Rock is no Angel, he can't be if he is Jefe's third in command. However, his actions were surprising, but were they able to be justified? I have zero to no knowledge on how things work within Black Velvet, that has been proven time and time again. Could this have been a normal occurrence or was this something else that shouldn't happen? I have no way of knowing what Rock was thinking at that moment. Maybe it had been nothing. Although I want to believe he was thinking of me and my safety.