Rose Is Back With Thorns

chapter fourteen

Why hadn't she resisted him? How could she let him touch her so? How could his touch still weaken her after all those years? So many questions she didn't bother to get answers for, sprouted from her mind. She feared the answers would shutter the little pride she had left.

She hadn't an idea how long or far she'd ran, but from her aching legs and blistered feet, she knew it was a good kilometre or more. She'd wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and him, afraid she'd burn to ashes if in the same vicinity with him. Immediately she'd stepped out of the company, she'd removed her shoes and began running.

Tears had poured incessantly despite her attempts to hold them back, or wipe them away. Her makeup was ruined, as layers of mascara and eyeliner smeared all over her cheeks. Her hair that had been in a tight bun, had loosened with the wind as she ran. With aching muscles, she found herself undecided to go back or just sit by the roadside.

She knew she looked ridiculous; barefooted, makeup smeared and hair disheveled, therefore she needed to wash up. She also knew she had to go back lest they started to look for her. With that resolution, she made a walk back occasionally wincing at the pain in her rigid muscles and blisters.

If only she'd carried her phone, she could have called Tobias to pick her up, perhaps Leon even though he wasn't her favourite person at the time. The man had hurt her best friend and being her brother didn't change that he was partly to blame for the thrift between her and Gabrielle.

"Ouch!" Rose yelped, wincing in pain as a cobblestone tore into a blister, bursting it. "Ow!"

She could feel fresh tears forming in her eyes. The pain in her feet reminded her why she was where she was in the first place. It was of course the dang Morgan Sylvester's fault. All he did was give her more problems. More pain. And the worst part was, she was letting him.

She let him touch her and she'd wantonly encouraged his ministrations. She'd moaned when he pleasured her, she'd spread her legs further to allow him access, she'd swooned again and again to the soft whispers as he urged her to let herself go, she'd remembered the young lovers in Sylvester Meadows estate, who'd loved each other with such wild abandon. She'd remembered every little promise and blissful moment.

She'd called him hers. Morgan, my Morgan. She'd said like a fool. A fool he exploited to the fullest. The little fool he made promises to, but would see through none. His little fool. She was a complete fool, if she still harboured a tinge of affection for Morgan Sylvester; the father of her dead child.

Rose's eyes filled with tears, causing her vision to blur. Then she heard it, the angry hoots and long, warning honk. All she remembered was the loud screech and falling. And the world darkened.

***

Leon burst into the double doors of the ninth floor, in the hospital's reception. He rushed to the nurse there, who was on the phone. "Rose Mayor, where can I find her?" He asked between pants.

The nurse rolled her eyes and excused herself from the person on the phone with her, before turning to Leon. "Whose Rose..." she trailed off, looking at Leon expectantly.

The man went berserk. "Who do you keep here?! Prisoners! She's a patient darn it!"

The nurse was doing a good job of shuddering with fear, when she wasn't ogling the chiseled handsome face. "Help me, help you sir." She beseeched with a faint smile.

He sucked his teeth in exasperation. "Rose Mayor. Whoever, called me from this hospital, saying my sister was brought here after an accident. So where is she?!"

"The doctor's seeing to her. Please wait here for a while, he'll be seeing you soon." Was the nurse's response.

"Leon!"