I banged on the front door, outraged at Rose. She answered the door, only poking her head round, as though she was hiding something. She invited me in, and directed me to the lounge. She introduced me to James, who shook my hand and sat me down. She came back in with a coke, and then stood behind James's chair. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked tired. I looked around the little room. It had Rose's tv, a small bookshelf with a few magazines, and a coffee table. She offered to show me around, so I stood up and followed her through the door.
It was a nice house, with a bedroom and a small bathroom. There was a door that was painted pink with butterflies. When I asked her about it, she said it was a boiler room. She was still hiding her shoulders down, but I didn't ask about that.
She offered for me to stay, for about 3 weeks, and I said I may have to stay for longer. She said that it was fine. It was already six o'clock, so she made some sandwiches, and then said we ought to get some sleep. I settled down on the sofa. I slept very quickly.
I awoke with a jolt. I checked my phone. It was 3:30 am. Then I remembered the door upstairs. I crept up the flight of stairs, and then pulled open the door.
Inside there was a cot. And a new set of baby clothes.
YOU ARE READING
Rose Thorn
Teen FictionShe was beautiful, standing there with her pink hair sheltering her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling, her tiny fingernails painted a pale blue. Where she went nobody knows. It was summer, the sun was gorgeously dazzling our eyes, and me and Rose...
