The Forbidden Child

Chapter 07 | The Forgotten Heir

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
~Marilyn Monroe
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Rosalie {P.O.V}

"Was she laying here all night?" A voice spoke.

"It looks like it" a different voice said.

The voices were surrounding me, whispering softly. They sounded worried and concerned, for my wellbeing. If I did not know better I say those voices were Alexander and Philip.

My eyes fluttered open and I stretched out both of my arms, yawning softly. I am pretty sure I had bags under my eyes.

"She is awake!"

"You woke her up"

"I did not-"

Oh me, those voices were too loud for my delicate ears. Especially since I have now woken up.

Suddenly two pair of hands shook me, not roughly though.

"Hey Rose, wake up"

Instead of replying I yawned.

I could tell it's morning because of the sweet tone of music filling my ears, coming from lovely birds sounds right outside my window.

And of course the sun reflecting on me.

"Oh good morning my brothers" I smiled. "How are you on this lovely morning?"

"We are quite fine my dear sister but we should be asking you that specific question" Alexander answered.

"What ever do you mean Alex?"

"Where do you think you are right now?" Philip cut in.

"I am in my room of course" I laughed.

"Yes of course you are but what I mean is where are you right now"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Alexander stared down at me, on the corner of my eye I could also see Philip looking down on the floor.

Wait a minute, the floor?

The point of my eye met the floor and I gasped in surprise. How did I get here? Were I not sleeping on my comfy bed at all?

"But h-how?" I asked.

"You tell me, Alex and I can to check on you, if you were still ok but we found you sleeping on the floor" Philip said.

"Yes, why were you lying here? Last time we checked you were laying asleep on your bed Rose"

There can be many answers that can solve this situation. What was I doing last night? Oh how can I remember at all! Somehow my memory is getting blurry these days and not because I'm old. No way!

Let's see, last night I went to bed after that 'incident' in the woods, I then had that terrifying dream of that man with the bright red eyes, then that boy-