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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Rose sighed, and sat up, facing him. He frowned, knowing whatever this was, it was effecting Rose.
"I..." Rose stuttered, biting her lip. "My mom and I weren't in a car crash."
Vincent's frowned dropped into confusion, and fear. Rose didn't really know what to say or how to say it. Last night, her mother did all the talking and explaining.
Rape was a strong word. The name echoed into her mind and it gave her chills.
"My mom and I looked the way we did, because of some feud the club has with Zobelle." Rose sighed, cupping her face, and taking a deep breath before looking back up at him. She told herself she wouldn't cry as the words fell from her mouth, but it was a broken promise.
"They raped us," Rose cried. "Every single one of them."
"What? Rose—" Vincent didn't know whether to leave and murder Zobelle, or stay and comfort Rose. He paused for a second, rubbing his temples and breathing heavy. He then suddenly engulfed her in a hug as she sobbed. "Is this what Clay didn't tell me? Or Jax?"
Rose simply nodded.
Here she was, falling apart in Vincent's arms.
"I'm gonna kill them," Vincent hissed as he gently released the embrace before getting out of the bed, marching towards her door.
"Vincent no! No no no no no," She stuttered as she struggled to get out of the bed, trying to block him from the door.
"Rose are you kidding me? How can I just sit here and watch you like this without doing anything about it?" He growled and Rose jumped in front of him, finally blocking the door. She knew she looked like a mess, but that comment implying how weak she seemed took another hit at her.
"You think Clay and Jax are gonna sit back and let them get away with it?" Rose winced at him. She's only seen him this mad when he found out about her and Michael. Only this time, it seemed like a different Vincent. He just stayed quiet. "Vincent, they won't get away with this. Just stay with me for the day, please."
He just stared at her, hurt and anger still lingering in his eyes. Until something went through his mind, and Rose could tell.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose winced.
"Was that really my baby we lost a couple weeks ago?" He winced, and slowly walked over to her bed, sitting at the edge of it. Rose's stomach churned, even though she thought through the possibly multiple times when she was still pregnant.
