This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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"Jax, and the guys." Unser finished.
"Jesus christ," Gemma groaned.
"I found out when they found me," Rose sighed, breathing in slowly, attempting to hold back tears. "I didn't want them to see me like this."
"I'll go handle it," Tara sighed.
"I should go help her,—" Unser attempted to follow as Tara left the room, but Gemma grabbed his risk yanking him back.
"This wasn't about me, or Rosalie." Gemma whispered.
"Well, what do you mean?" Unser asked dryly.
"What those animals did, was to hurt Clay, Jax." Gemma hissed through a whispered. "If anyone finds out, they win; I can't let that happen."
"Who's 'they', honey?" Unser asked.
"Don't matter." Gemma looked down, seeming as if she was trying to keep herself together as well, while Unser left. Rose walked over to her mom and hugged her, as Gemma let it all out, it was her time to sob. Rose just stared at the wall and held Gemma tightly.
"We're gonna get through this, I know we will." Rose started.
"I know baby. I know." Gemma sniffled. "Listen, you can't tell anyone. Not Brea, and especially Vincent."
"I won't, I promise." Rose nodded as she released the embrace, she turned around to go sit back down in the chair attempting to try and sleep.
She slept for a while until Tara woke her up to do more tests, and check up on her stitches.
"I'm always here." Tara started. "If you need to talk about it all."
"I just want to forget about it right now." Rose sighed.
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Gemma and Rose both arrived at the T.M. to see the guys. Rose debated on going home, or staying with Vincent. Rose walked in with Gemma, seeing the guys reactions to both of their faces. They all have seen Rose, but not Gemma.
Rose just slowly made her way to Vincent, as he welcomed her with open arms.
"You okay?" Vincent frowned.
"Just tired." Rose sighed. Vincent just nodded as the two of them headed to Vincent's room.
"I call the shower." Rose chuckled.
"You haven't showered since the accident?" Vincent frowned.
"No. Tara has been all over us today. I've been waiting for this." Rose lied. There was no way she didn't shower off the filth, and the nightmare of a memory from the last twenty-four hours off of her body. She just wanted some time alone to think. Throughout this whole experience, she hasn't been alone since she was found.
