Bloody Roses (Creepypasta) |Haitus|

Chapter 7

The next to chapters are gonna be a little bit long-ish. Also Warning: rape seen up ahead. If your sensitive to it than dont read. Im Not gonna go into detail with whats happening just gonna describe her mind set. So enjoy.

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~Rose

"What happened to you?" I asked. Rayne didnt say anything just looked the other way. We were on the bus and Rayne has a fresh black eye. "Rayne? Are you getting bullied?"

He shrugged."So what if i am? Doesnt matter." "It does matter. You should've told me." He turned his head to me with an angered exspression. "And what would you do? Tell their mom? Talk to them? You cant even handle your own bullies." My eyes widened. I stayed silent, didnt know what else to say.  "You remember when you use to take martial arts?  Why dont you use it and stop acting like the victim." He spat. I was dumbstrucked.
What he said was true. His words tore at my heart.

When i was younger i did take martial arts classes but when dad died i never went back.

I slumbed back into my seat and looked at the window. A wave of guilt washed over me. I lead myself to this, i let myself fall. When did i become so weak?'I promised him id be strong. Im not gonna be a victim anymore...'
"Im.sorry."

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~Rayne

I didnt mean to yell at Rose. I didnt mean to sound like a brat. But it hurts seeing her in this state. When she said "im sorry." I wanted to apologize really bad but now wouldnt be the time.

I love my sister but she has to stand up for herself.'Maybe i should too..'

We got off the bus and Rose hasnt said a word to me. She might be mad at me. She should. I shouldnt be mad at her. She didnt give me the black eye. That fat ugly pig did.

Once we got to our house Rose unlocked the door and went inside. "ROSALIE, bring me a beer girl." I looked over to the couch and saw our mom spawled out watching tv. She was obviously a little drunk. 'Atleast shes not fully drunk.' Rose sighed and went into the fridge and pulled out the bottle. She handed it to her and she snatched it and chugged down the beer. I looked at her in disgust.'How did she get like this?..'

"What are you lookin at Wayne?" She slurred. I shook my head and walked up the stairs."and its Rayne." I whispered.

"I HEARD THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

I entered my room and shut my door. I turned on my tv and put in Battlefield. Then I put on my headphones and turned the volume up.

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~Rose

After Rayne went upstairs i was about to go up myself but mom stopped me.

"Rosalie, i need a favor." I turned back to her with a questionable look.

"I wont be able to pay the rent this month so-"

"I dont have any money." I interupted. She groaned. "No, no i was gonna say i need you to do something."

"What." I asked as the door bell ranged. "That must be him." She got up and walked over to the door. When she got up i saw she had grease stains on her waitress uniform. 'Gross.'

She opened the door and incame an older man. He looked about late 30s, he had a balding head, Five oclock shadow, and his belly was hanging out of his dirty (use to be white) shirt. 

When he saw me he gave me a discomforting smile."Rosalie this is Mr. Thomas, our landlord." She gestured to the creep.

"Hi." He laughed at me."So shy. She'll do" His voice was husky and the way he said so shy had made my flesh crawl. He walked in and moved closer to me. "Whats going on?" I asked.

"Sorry, but im not able to pay the bills this month so your gonna pay him off for about an hour." She stated casually.

"But i told you i have  no money." I said angryly.  My throat tightened and my stomache dropped. The situation was obvious. I knew she wasnt talking about money, but i hoped i was only being paranoid.

She ignored me and turned to Thomas. "Her room is upstairs to the left. Do what ever you want."

He nodded and gave me that awful smile again. He grabbed my arm and lead me up the stairs. I started fighting and pulling away but his grip was too tight. I tried bringing myself to a complete stop but he simply yanked my arm. Once we got to the door  he opened it and threw me on the floor. He closed it behind himself.

"D-dont you come near me, you creep." I said barely above a whisper. I tried my best to sound confident but failed miserably. He moved in closer to me taking off his belt. "Why dont you cooperate and be a good little girl huh? Dont you want to help your mom out or do you want to get put out on the streets like a damn rat?" He kneeled down and hovered over me. He took off his pants and was only in underwear and his shirt. He pulled me even closer to his body to where his hands were on both sides of my head and his face was real close to mine. He was breathing heavy and the smell of onions filled my nostrils. 'This guys digusting.'

I didnt realize he pulled of my jeans til he saddled me. The reality of the situation dawned on me. I pulled myself out of a trance and started kicking and screaming.

"GET OFF ME. GET OFF, YOU PERV." I repeated my words over but he wasnt listening. He pulled off the rest of my fabric and began his payment.

I screamed even louder. I clawed, punched, kicked, and even pleaded but nothing worked. It was excruciatingly painful, mentally and physically.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and used one hand to yank my hair back as he went faster. My eyes started to sting. I was about to cry. I didnt want to so i tried holding them back. I felt defenseless. This man is making me feel weak and feeble. Hes using me for his self pleasure and im not doing anything about it. I am weak.