Rosemary's POV
"So, how have you been?" I asked, no longer feeling nervous.
"Not so well... I-I... My family life has fallen apart completely." He sighed.
I could see the pain in his gorgeous eyes.
"Papa abuses me and most of the time I don't even know why! I'm tired of it! I cannot live like this for much longer... I need a purpose. I need to be something more..."
I listened closely as Rudie poured out his heart to me.
"But I know your papa, he was a nice man. He would never do anything like that." I said confused.
"No you're wrong! He is a monster!" Rudie whispered, with round, fearful eyes, as if he where reliving a horrible memory. "I'll prove it to you then." He continued. I stood there shocked as he turned around and lifted his shirt. Long scars etched his back. I gasped and threw my hands to my mouth. Then, he turned around with his shirt still lifted. Bruises out lined his ribs.
Horror flooded through me. Rudie put his shirt back on properly and then rolled up the sleeve on his right arm and reveled a hole-like gash in his forearm.
"Stop!" I yelled. "I cannot bare the sight anymore! How can any one be that cruel to their own children?!" I ran forward and wrapped my arms around Rudie's stocky mid-section.Rudie's POV
I almost fell backwards when Rosemary embraced me. I hadn't expected this from her. But, the hug felt warm and compassionate. I calmed down and smiled.
"Thank you..." I murmured.
"I'm so sorry, Rudie! I had no idea-"
"No, it's fine. I've felt with it for years. I'll be alright." I tried to reassure her.
Rosemary let go suddenly.
"I'm sorry... I just got so caught up in the emotions. I have a hard time controlling my feelings." She said looking embarrassed.
"It's quite alright. I haven't had a hug like that in a while. I guess I needed that." I responded, awkwardly rubbing the back of my head. But deep down inside I felt a longing for the feeling of security I felt when Rosemary was embracing me. I had felt so at ease and for once, relaxed.
"Anyways, how to you feel about the Chancellor, Hitler?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Honestly, I do not feel as if Germany has been lifted to greatness once again. I am afraid of where his irrational thinking will lead us." Rosemary sighed. I noticed a flash if relief in her eyes.
"I feel the same and no one else I know agrees with me." I told her.
"I guess we're just different." She replied smiling.We talked for hours on end. Smiling and laughing,we forgot our worries for those short moments. The sun was setting over the hills in the distance and the sky was turned into a beautiful array of magentas and golds.
"Wow, the sunset is wonderful isn't it?" Rosemary asked.
"Yes. It always seems more amazing when you have a friend to share it with. Don't you agree?" I turned to face her. The sunlit waters reflected onto her face. Her smile was almost louminous. She nodded slowly.
"I guess it's time for me to go home." She sighed. "The law says we have to be home before the curfew or we'll be arrested. "Well, goodbye Rudie." She sighed again looking down at her feet. Disappointment weighed me down.
"I really enjoyed meeting with you after all these years. Thank you again for forgiving me." Rosemary said as she turned to walk away.
"Wait. I'll walk you home. I've never trusted the Nazi gaurds."Rosemary's POV
"I've actually had an unpleasant encounter myself." I told Rudie as he and I walked side by side. When we reached my front door I turned around and thanked him for the apple and for the good time.
"We'll have to meet again soon." He said as I waved him goodbye.
When I closed the door I slid down to the floor and tucked my knees to my chest. I think I like him...Hey guys! Hope u like this chapter!! I hope I'm not rushing into things with my characters. I just kinda feel like it's been a little slow.
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Painted Faces
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