The Adopted Jackson (editing)

Chapter 8 - A Forgotten Family

Rose looked around the room in amazement then she heard a lot of footsteps hurrying down the staircase and she could hear a gruff voice speaking to the chauffer ‘does she have her mother’s beauty?’ Lord Jefferson asked the chauffer ‘yes sir if not more beautiful’ the chauffer smiled. ‘Is her voice angelic like her sister?’ was the following question ‘yes sir’ was the answer, a couple more questions were asked then Lord Jefferson entered the foyer where Rose was stood admiring an oil painting. She read the signature and it said ‘Mistress Kelly Jefferson’ which was Rose’s mother, the painting had been done the year before she married Rose’s father. At that moment Lord Jefferson entered the room but Rose didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps walking into the room so he coughed to get her attention.

This made Rose jump, she turned around and said ‘Lord Jefferson?’ he cleared his throat and lifted his head up then he slowly walked over to his granddaughter, he circled her then gently rested his walking stick under her chin and pushed her head up. Rose’s eyes never left her grandfather, he studied her for a while then he swung his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Just then one of the servants walked into the foyer and exclaimed ‘oh my god! It’s Sharice Jackson!’ ‘Sharice Jackson? This is not Sharice Jackson, this is my granddaughter Rose Dixon’ Lord Jefferson insisted. ‘Besides why would a stuck up, pointless pop singer be invited into my home?’ he added, ‘I beg your pardon?’ Rose gasped. ‘What’s wrong sweet pea?’ Lord Jefferson asked Rose ‘I am Sharice Jackson and I really don’t appreciate prejudice’ Rose answered. ‘How could you be Sharice Jackson?’ Lord Jefferson enquired confused.

‘I was adopted by the Jackson family from Gary, Indiana, I was brought up a Jehovah’s Witness and I was in a band with my brothers’ Rose answered. ‘Oh, well I do apologise’ Lord Jefferson said, Rose forgave him then just he and she walked into the garden with their arms linked. They spoke mostly about Rose and her parent’s, and blood siblings since Lord Jefferson was racist so he didn’t want to know about the Jackson family. Two years passed and Rose was very happy in England with her grandfather but soon enough her Visa ran out so she had to return to America, she sent Michael a text saying that she was returning. He waited at the airport for her and the minute they saw each other they ran to each other and hugged each other tightly, they both got into the car but Michael was shocked when he heard Rose speak since she didn't sound American at all she was speaking with a perfect English accent.

Michael found it hard sometimes to understand what Rose was talking about since something in England meant something completely different in America. They both went to see Katherine and Joseph but they were also shocked when they heard Rose speak, both Michael and Rose stayed at the house for a number of hours and Joseph suddenly asked 'where have you been for the last two years?' 'Isn’t it obvious that I've been in England?' Rose answered confused, 'in other words sweetheart, why were you there?' Katherine butted in. 'I was visiting my grandfather' Rose replied 'didn't we teach you not to lie? You don't have any blood relations left' Joseph hissed.

‘Actually I do. I managed to find him and we even took a DNA test to prove I was his granddaughter. Besides you’re the last person I’d expect to lecture me about lying when you lied to me for 23 years’ Rose hissed back. ‘You'd better watch your mouth girl, you’re not too old to go across my knee’ Joseph threatened, 'you lay one finger and I'll have you thrown in jail' Rose warned. 'I'd love to see you try' Joseph smiled, Rose couldn't be bothered to talk to Joseph so she just stood up, kissed Katherine's cheek then left the house. Michael followed closely at her heels ‘I’m so glad I'm not related to that beast!' Rose said angrily walking towards her car, 'Rose what's that on your neck?' Michael asked. Rose quickly pulled her scarf up so that it was covering her neck, 'it's nothing' she insisted, Michael gently took hold of the scarf and pulled it down so that he could have a look at the bruise that was on Rose's neck. He gasped at the sight of the horrific blue and black bruise that covered Rose's neck.

‘How in the world did you manage to get that?' Michael whispered, Rose grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the car then shut the door. ‘In England there isn't a law against a man beating his fiancée’ Rose whispered ‘fiancée?' Michael gasped shocked, ‘yeah, my grandfather's old fashioned and since I've past 21 years old he's told me that I need to get married so that he can give me all his wealth if he dies, also so that I can live permanently in England' Rose explained pulling the scarf back up to hide the bruise. 'Does he know your fiancé beats you?' Michael asked sadly 'yes. He says it will stop me from being disobedient in the future if I'm regularly beaten' was Rose's reply. 'But if you're getting married then why did you come back here?' Michael questioned confused, 'oh my visa ran out' Rose giggled.

The two of them spoke for a while then Rose climbed into the driver’s seat of the car and drove along the isolated roads then down a small country road which led to a quiet place on a cliff that overlooked the sea. Rose and Michael climbed out and sat on the bonnet of the car watching the waves hitting the rocks below them. 'I've sat on this cliff top so many times it seems like it's another home for me' Rose whispered after a few moments of sitting in silence 'why do you come up here?' Michael asked 'just when I need some quiet time by myself to get rid of stress' Rose replied. 'Oh… it's a beautiful place' Michael smiled, Rose nodded her head then rested it on Michael's shoulder, Michael put his arm around Rose's back and rested his head on hers.

The pair of them looked at the sea for a while until Rose breathed deeply then whispered 'I think we'd better go' 'yeah' Michael replied standing up, they both got into the car and Rose drove slowly back onto the main road. 'Rose?' Michael said after a while 'yeah' Rose answered 'do you love your fiancée?' he asked curiously 'no' was Rose's quick reply. 'So why ya gonna marry him then?' was Michael's next confused question 'because it's an arranged marriage, I have no choice in who I marry' Rose replied sadly. Michael looked at her with sympathetic eyes and desperately wanted to say the words 'marry me instead' but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Both of them sat in silence thinking until they arrived at Michael's home, 'I'll speak to ya tomorrow Mike' Rose smiled. Michael quickly leant his head in towards hers and kissed her lips, she placed her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist.

Michael and Rose kissed for a while then they both climbed into the backseat of the car, their breath was heavy and fast. Michael leaned his head towards Rose and softly kissed the side of her neck. Rose placed her hand on his shoulder then she turned her head to face him and they kissed passionately, Michael placed his hand on her cheek and Rose repositioned her hand on his cheek. As they kissed Michael slowly edged the hand that was on Rose's cheek down her jaw, down her neck and down the center of her chest, he carefully began opening the buttons to her blouse. When all of the buttons were open Michael slid the blouse over Rose's shoulders and half way down her arms, while Rose was busy unbuckling Michael's belt. She pulled it away and Michael giggled because he almost fell off the seat with how hard she pulled his belt. Rose then stared into Michael's eyes, smiled then pulled his trousers off of him; he looked down and said 'how the hell?’ Rose winked then he passionately kissed her once more.

Michael moved his lips and began kissing Rose's cheek, then her jaw, her neck and finally her shoulder, he gave her a love bite on her right shoulder, Rose was unbuttoning his shirt and when it was open she rubbed her hands up and down his bare back. But Michael suddenly started giving Rose a love bite on her neck which felt different to the one on her shoulder so she accidentally scraped her nails along his back, Rose heard Michael groan but it wasn’t an agonising pain since she didn't dig her nails into his back.

While he was giving her love bites he was running his hands down her side and down her legs, he took hold of her mini skirt and he pulled it so that it came off. Michael gently took hold of Rose's waist and pulled her until she was sat on his lap, the front of her body was facing him, his legs were open and her legs were draped over each of his. Michael ran his hands underneath Rose's blouse and onto her bare back, as they kissed again Michael carefully tugged at Rose's underwear but they both realised it wasn't going to work so Rose climbed off of his lap then they both removed their underwear and Rose climbed back onto his lap. Michael held his arms around her back and they made rough, mind-blowing love to each other.

After they had finished they looked at each other and smiled then they put on their clothes and Michael climbed out of the car then Rose climbed back into the driver’s seat. Rose waved at Michael as he walked up the path to his house; he turned to face her and blew her a kiss. She blew one back then as soon as Michael walked into the house Rose relaxed into the seat, breathed heavily then whispered to herself 'whoa how amazing was that' she then started up the car and drove off to her own house.