✔️ Wild Rose [1] (Riverdale) ✔️

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Warning: Some May Find This Triggering

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"I'll Be Damned If Anything Happens To Her"

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A young Rosalie was walking towards her aunt, clapping her hands together. "Come on Rose, come to your favourite auntie" the young brunette, only fifteen instructed.

Rosalie giggled as she went over to her aunt, wrapping her arms around the girl. "Yay" Melanie span her niece around causing her to giggle loudly.

"What is that awful sound?" Heather questioned disgusted. Melanie glared at her older sister. "That sound happens to be your beautiful daughter laughing. Do you know how to laugh?"

Rosalie giggled causing Melanie to smile. "She doesn't let you smile, does she?" Rosalie squeezed Melanie's hand.

"You're so beautiful Rosalie" Melanie said. "Her name is Elena. No one calls her Rosalie. No one will. The only thing they'll call her is trash. She's nothing!" Heather's voice started to raise as she spoke causing Rosalie to cry.

"Look what you did!" Melanie snapped. "Good. She deserves it!" Heather hissed as she stood up. "She never asked for you to give birth to her." "I wish I never did" Heather sneered as she left the room.

Melanie looked at a crying Rosalie. "Don't worry Sweetheart. I'll protect you to the best of my ability."

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Rosalie knew her parents didn't treat her great, though she didn't know why. Instead of worrying about it, she tried to be a better child, the perfect child.

She started to practice her drawing skills, though she wasn't very good. She tried to paint, yet again she wasn't great.

While sitting down attempting to draw a picture for her mother, Rosalie started to sing to the song playing. She stopped singing when she noticed everyone staring at her. "What? Was I bad?" she questioned. "You have the voice of an angel" a boy told her.

When her father picked her up she was so excited to tell him what she discovered. She jumped up when she saw her father. "Daddy, daddy, I can sing! I'm a good singer!" "Uh huh. Get in the car." Steve didn't care about his daughter's talent, he didn't care for his daughter at all.

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Rosalie was confused as she saw her parents arguing with her aunt, Melanie, her favourite family member.

"You're a disgrace! You're a dyke" Heather hissed at her sister. "I'm happy! You should be happy for me!" Melanie retaliated. "How could I be happy? You're a fucking dyke!"

"What's a dyke?" Rosalie questioned causing both woman to look at her.

A now nineteen year old Melanie smiled at her niece. "It means I like woman, in a way your Mother likes your father." Rosalie smiled brightly. "As long as your happy. If she hurts you I will hurt her." Melanie laughed. "Oh sweetheart."

"No! It's not okay! It's not natural" Heather snapped as she threw a glass vase at the wall, scaring Rosalie.

"You're scaring-" "-Get the hell out of my house" Heather hissed at her sister.

Melanie kissed Rosalie's forehead. "One day, I'll come for you, until then, I'm sorry."

Rosalie watched as her aunt left the house. "Mommy, why did-" she was cut off as Heather's hand hit her across the face. "Dykes are disgusting."