Rose's POV
2 Months Later
The snow was starting to melt in the warm March sun as Rose walked to her Aunt's grave site. Rose exhaled as she stood above her aunt's grave. She placed yellow flowers beside it before wiping a tear from her eye. "I miss him Aunt Bea. I miss him so much. I haven't talked to him for seven months and it's killing me. I thought I would've moved on by now but I just can't. Something about it doesn't feel right. I really wish you were here right now, Aunt Bea. I don't know what to do."
Rose stood there in silence for a few minutes. She shook her head and looked up at the clear sky. "How can you love one person that much, even when they've hurt you?" she asked softly. Her voice was met with a burst of cool wind. Rose pulled the jacket tighter around her body as she looked down to her feet. "How?" she whispered.
Rose nearly jumped when she heard a deep voice she could recognize anywhere. "Are you still not over her death?" the voice said in disgust.
Rose whipped her head around to the source of the voice and took three steps back. "Get out of here Christian."
He walked over to her, stumbling along the way. Rose could tell he was drunk, and knew she needed to leave before things got out of hand. Christian continued walking towards her while Rose continued to step back.
"Where ya going?" Christian mumbled.
"I have to be somewhere," Rose lied.
Christian laughed a hideous laugh as he spat, "Don't lie sweetheart, it doesn't look good on you."
"What are you doing here, Christian?" Rose asked.
"I'm here to see you. And to ask you on a date of course," he said with an evil grin.
"The answer is no," Rose said simply.
Christian's face turned from happy to angry in a millisecond. "Listen here. I don't like that answer. So let's try that again."
"No."
"You dare refuse me?" Christian threatened.
"I don't have to do anything you say," Rose defended.
Christian walked over to her, closing the gap between them fast. "I will get that date and you will have no choice."
"I have a choice alright. You aren't the boss of me," Rose said. She turned around to leave but Christian caught her arm. He held on a little too tight, hurting Rose.
Her eyes opened wide as she tried to pry his hand away. "I'm not letting go sweetheart."
Rose continued to struggle against his grip, which only grew stronger. Her wrist was on fire now, and it felt like he was about to break a bone. Rose continued pulling at his fingers but it was no use. He was too strong for her.
"Let me go!" Rose yelled as tears ran down her cheeks. "Stop, you're hurting me!" Rose continued to pry at his non-budging fingers. More tears spilled down her cheeks, the pain growing stronger with each passing second.
"Christian, stop!" Rose yelled again. This time her cry of pain was met with a hard slap across her face and an even tighter grip on her wrist. The tears were flowing now and Rose rubbed the mark on her face with her free hand. "Why would you do that?" she whispered.
Christian pulled her closer to him, anger evident on his face. "No, sweetheart. That's what you get for not listening to me."
Rose was about to say something when she heard a snap coming from her wrist. Realization filled Christian's eyes as he immediately let go and took a step back. He put a hand to his mouth as he said, "I'm so sorry Rose. I-I-I don't know what came over me."
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Where Do Broken Hearts Go?
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