The Adopted Jackson (editing)

Chapter 7 - A Very Rainy Day

As the days went on Rose fell into depression and she refused to leave her bedroom. Michael tried his best to coax her out of the room but nothing worked, and since Rose was depressed she didn’t take her tablets so the flashbacks returned which made the depression worse. So she began self-harming but not with knives or razorblades or anything normal like that, instead she would burn herself using lighters and matches since fire had killed her family and she wanted to kill herself in the same way.

During his horrific time, Sharice retired from the music industry although this resulted in her having no income so after a while she resorted to prostitution to try and keep a roof over her head and some food in her stomach. Rose wasn’t picky with who she slept with, she would sleep with women, men, old people, young, multiple people at once. She didn’t care; she was getting paid more than the other prostitutes since they had limits to who they’d sleep with. As well as the prostitution Rose also landed herself a job as a stripper to bring in even more money. Despite the fact she hated all of her jobs she stuck to them since she needed the money.

However one day Rose decided to get dressed and go out, she went to a library and sat down at the computer. She looked through ancestry websites to try and find out more about her birth family, after endless searching she finally found one person in her family tree that was still alive. It was her grandfather, Rose didn’t know it yet but her grandfather was an English billionaire that was well known throughout England, he had dined with the Queen on many occasions and had been introduced to a number of other wealthy upper-class people. Rose wrote down the phone number and the address then quickly went home, just as she arrived at home Michael appeared from inside a limousine ‘Sharice thank god you’re alright’ he exclaimed throwing his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

‘Mike my name isn’t Sharice it’s Rose remember’ Rose giggled, ‘what are ya doing’ Michael asked curiously, ‘oh nothing’ Rose lied stuffing the piece of paper with the number and address on it into her pocket. ‘Come on what you up to?’ Michael asked again, ‘come inside’ Rose said opening the front door. They both went into the house and sat in the kitchen, ‘this is my grandfather, he’s the only blood relative I have left and I want to meet him’ Rose smiled happily, ‘sorry Rose but don’t raise your hopes too high, you’ll only get upset if it goes wrong’ Michael advised.

Rose nodded her head then picked up the phone crossed her fingers and dialed the number for her grandfather’s house, Michael mimed the words ‘good luck’ she smiled just as her grandfather answered the phone. ‘Hello is that Lord Frederick Jefferson?’ Rose asked ‘yes it is, who may I ask is this?’ Rose’s grandfather replied, ‘I don’t know if you know anything about me but my name is Rose Olivia Dixon’ Rose explained. ‘Rose Dixon?’ Lord Jefferson repeated shocked, ‘yes. You’re my grandfather on my mother’s side’ Rose sobbed happily. ‘Oh my lord I thought you were dead. The police told me you had been killed in the fire along with your parents and siblings’ he sobbed back ‘I was the only survivor’ Rose said. ‘Please I have to meet you, could you come to England and see me?’ he asked, ‘I’d be honoured’ Rose insisted. They both said a tearful goodbye then Rose hung up the phone.

‘I’m gonna meet my grandfather’ Rose exclaimed jumping up from the table and hugging Michael tightly, then without thinking she kissed Michael on the lips. ‘Oh god I’m sorry’ she apologised feeling embarrassed, ‘why? I’m not’ Michael insisted standing up and walking over to Rose. He took hold of her waist and pulled her closer to him and they kissed once more, the kiss was passionate and neither of them felt strange even though just a few weeks previous to that they thought they were related and now they were in a passionate kiss. The days past and Rose was becoming more excited about seeing her grandfather but as well as that her and Michael were becoming ever closer but Michael was worried that when Rose would go over to England she would never return and that would break his heart.

The day of the flight soon arrived and Rose boarded the plane and took her seat, the flight took a number of hours so she went to sleep. However, one woman came over to her and whispered ‘excuse me Miss Jackson but could I have your autograph please?’ Rose thought it was very odd to be asked for an autograph since she hadn’t been in the public eye for years and she had retired from the music business but Rose signed the paper with her old name of Sharice Kyra Jackson since hardly anybody knew that she had a different name. Soon enough the plane landed in England and when Rose emerged from the arrivals corridor there was a chauffeur waiting for her to arrive with a sign saying her name on it. The chauffer took hold of Rose’s bags and carried them outside with Rose following closely behind, the bags were put into the boot of the limousine then the chauffer opened the car door for Rose and she climbed inside then sat down.

‘I hope you had a pleasant trip Miss Dixon’ the driver smiled; ‘it wasn’t the best but it certainly wasn’t the worst’ Rose answered. ‘You’re American?’ the driver asked surprised ‘yeah. Why, did you think I would be English?’ Rose asked ‘yes I did’ the driver giggled. The pair talked all the way to the mansion where Lord Jefferson lived, when Rose saw the mansion she was impressed but only because it was a bit bigger than the Encino home in which her and her ‘siblings’ had grown up in after moving from Indiana. The chauffer opened the car door for Rose and she climbed out then the chauffer went to the back of the car and took the bags out. He carried them inside then told Rose to ‘come in’ as well, she was asked to wait in the foyer while the chauffer went to get Lord Jefferson.