MUSIC: Flawed Beautiful Creatures -Stacey Barthe
Rose POV
It was 2:27 am when we arrived at Richards house.
It was a big house too, which only proves how right I was about him being a rich man.
I followed Richard to the porch where there was a plant on each steps leading to the front door which if I might say was elegant looking with its very own fancy door knocker!
The inside was even grander than I expected.
The minute he opened the door we were greeted with bright lights coming from left and right with a huge chandelier hanging right above us.
The front entrance led straight to a huge living room that was even brighter than the main entrance. The living room had a full set of couches with lamps to match. As if the chandelier hanging over it wasn't enough light there were smaller lights circling the ceiling.
Not to mention, there was a huge staircase on the left side of the room. On the right side was an open balcony to the living room and the left side was a hallway to God knows what.
"Richard!" A high pitched voice echoes throughout the room.
I looked ahead of us where a woman wearing a silk night gown was running towards us. She had strawberry blonde hair that hung all the way down to her breast. She looked about in her mid 30's.
She ran towards us stopping right in front of Richard to hug him and greet him with a kiss on the cheek. The worry in her face was replaced by relief almost immediately.
She then fixed herself acknowledging me. She greets me with an unexpected hug and I return the gesture not wanting to be rude.
"Oh you poor girl, I'm so sorry for my sons behavior!" She frowns.
"Are you alright?" She starts to scan me, and I stiffen uncomfortably.
Her eyes lands on my right arm. She looked traumatised. "Oh god Richard! What happened?"
Richard gave her a half smile. "Calm down Theresa everything is taken cared of." He said soothingly rubbing his hand on her back.
She gives me a sympathetic smile before turning to face her husband again.
"Tell me what happened!" She demands. "I woke up in the middle of the night expecting you to be home from work but instead I get a phone call from the police station telling me Vincent's been arrested for destroying private property?! Then half an hour later an officer was standing outside our door with Vincent hand cuffed!" She bursts out. He probably tried to run away from Officer Jones, so he had to handcuff him home. I thought. "I tried to call you but I couldn't get a hold of you and the man said you were at the station solving this whole situation! What is going on?! Do you have any idea how worried I've been??"
Richards face changed as if he'd remembered something. "Where is Vincent anyways? Is he still here? I want to talk to him."
The woman shook her head hesitantly.
"He took off the minute the officer left. You know how he is." Her eyes drifted to her hands and I keep myself from reading into it.
"Why did he lash out this time? Did you tell him?" Her voice rose at that last part.
Richard looked down for a while before finally facing her. "Yes." He says with a serious tone. "I'll explain everything tomorrow Theresa, for now please show Rose to a room and a change of clothes. It's late and I'm sure she's tired." Richard smiled at me politely.
His wife Theresa nodded. "Come dear, we'll get you settled in."
"Wait." Richard stops us. He reached for something in his pocket. "Here."
I reached for it realizing it was my phone.
"The officers found it and gave it to me to give to you. Tomorrow you can go with my wife to pick up the clothes they've managed to take in one piece from the house." He says.
Theresa frowns at him shaking her head. "No, we can go anytime you want dear I know you'll be tired tomorrow so you can sleep in if you want. You can even sleep the whole day, it's no problem with me, just rest." She smiles.
I return the smile happily.
They were so nice, especially Theresa. How in the world is their son so rude?!?
Theresa takes me upstairs making a left turn where there was a hallway of doors.
When we passed the hallway we were in a separate hallway with only two doors each facing each other.
She opened the door guiding me in.
"Here we are Rose." She smiles. "I'll be back with a pair of clothes for you to change in. The bathroom is right there if you want to take a shower, tell me if you need anything for those stitches." She tries to smile but the guilt was too clear on her face. I noticed her eyes drifting back and forth from my arm and I couldn't help but fidget to my right hiding my arm from clear sight. She was so nice, and she had nothing to be guilty about. If anything, it was Vincent who should be feeling horrible about himself. But he didn't.
"Our room is the one in the next hallway, first door on the right so if you need anything just come by alright?" She lets me know.
With that, she closed the door behind her only to return a few minutes later with a pair of silk shorts and a silk spaghetti strap shirt to go with it.
It was a little fancy for my type but I was thankful that she lent me these clothes.
I didn't want to get the stitches wet, but I couldn't exactly go to sleep feeling so dirty and full of dust that came off from the cements, so I decided to take a brief shower. When I entered the bathroom I was speechless. Wow. Is everything in this house big? The bathroom was just as grand as the rest of the house. There was a full set of counters and a large mirror to the left. I jumped at the sight of myself. I was a mess! Further ahead was the bathtub and a separate shower that didn't have a glass door or anything to cover whoever was taking a shower. I not only felt uncomfortable showering in something that made me feel so exposed but, it's not like anyone was going to come in I guess it's fine. There was also a door inside the bathroom which no doubt was it's very own closet filled with towels and toilet papers.
I quickly finished my shower. I was afraid I'd fall asleep in the bathroom if I stayed in there another minute. I rushed inside the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around myself. Theresa and I seemed to have the same size since the clothes fit me just right.
After I got dressed, I climbed on the bed reaching for my phone. It started to ring and I saw Jacob's name in big letters.
"Hey" I answered the phone sleepily. I managed to suppress a yawn.
"How's everything? Where are you now? Did you find somewhere to stay?"
His voice was demanding. I looked at the phone briefly to see the time. It was almost 3 and I know he had a flight around 4am.
"Are you at the airport?" I asked ignoring his questions.
"Rose, forget about that. I'm worried about you. Are you sure you're going to be fine?"
I nod my head forgetting he couldn't see me. My eyes were close now and I could feel myself falling asleep. "I'm in bed. I'm about to fall asleep any second now" I tell him honestly.
I hear his soft laughter. "Okay. Goodnight. I'll call you in a few hours" he says and the phone goes dead.
