Run For Roses

Chapter 1

Gunshots sounding. One. Two. Three. Four. And again. One. Two. Three. Four. And again and again until her dress was splattered in crimson red blood. Shock and fear crossed her face like a ocean filled with waves but soon that dissipated into grieve and tears. His cold icy stare found hers, a cruel smirk plastered on his paper thin lips. If he had not looked so monstrous, Roseanne would've considered him attractive, not that he wasn't unattractive. The murderous look in his eyes took away all his morals and whatever attractiveness he possessed. His sharp jawline which could cut into her, his forest green eyes which spoke of murder and his sharp nose which moved so gently but if you take a closer look, you'd see it was broken.

Sergei strode towards her,his steps urgent and furious, making Roseanne step back each time he came near. He leaped towards her, gripping her forearm with his huge hands. With him so close to her, she could smell the reek of alcohol coming from him but her gaze blackened as he slapped her with no mercy. Her lipstick stained and her lip swollen from the impact. A hard blow reaches her face as Sergei punches her. “ please s-stop..p-please stop”, she pleaded and begged but Sergei didn't stop until she was unconscious.

“NO!!!!”, she screamed out but was held down by the attending nurse. “ Mrs Petrov, pleas calm down”,the nurse said in a soothing Russian accent. Roseanne blinked, taking in her surroundings and focused on the rain falling against the window pane like little rocks. For most of the two years she's been married to the Russian Mob leader, Sergei Petrov, she spent it in the hospital. She wasn't in hospital because her husband lived a dangerous life,she was in hospital because her husband was a danger to her life.

He'd beat her, burn her with his cigars, whip her and sexually abuse her. Due to all the abuse she endured, she had suffered five miscarriages before, weaken in her uterus but that doesn't compare to witnessing the death of her family on her own wedding day.

The brutality of having to shoot them once they were already dead, made a huge pit in her stomach and her tears wouldn't stop as Sergei was breathing down her neck. His bulge pressed right into her back, which had her fearing for her life. A slight tap of soft fingers grazed her skin, bringing her back from her dark abyss of memories. “ Mrs Petrov... I'm so sorry to inform you but the wounds you suffered was severe and internal, causing you to have another miscarriage...I'm so sorry”, the nurse said but Roseanne felt nothing as her eyes stare into a blank spot in the hospital room.

“Where's Sergei?”, that was all she asked, her voice not shivering with fear nor was it laced with any other feelings. She had grown accustomed to him,that she don't even flinch nor whimper when he yells at her or he beats her. “ Mr Petrov, h-he was here earlier and said that once Mrs Petrov has awoken she needs t-to be sent back to h-him”, the nurse's tone had changed from soft to something filled with fear at the mention of Sergei's name. Everyone knew that Sergei was a brutal man and worst than any nightmare. Living with Sergei was a nightmare but Roseanne had grown to blend with this nightmare.