Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Year - 2015
"It was a sunny day, the city was busy, as usual. Filled with rich people gambling. Like always. Suicides happen. Murder. Thief and god knows what else." Rose thought to herself.
"Rose, make yourself look decent. Look like a lady for once." Her father said.
She rolled her eyes and sighed "I rather go if I'm able to be myself... I'm not faking."
He gets up and slaps her "I am so sick of your shit!"
She covers her cheek with her hand and cried softly and quietly... she wishes the abuse will end, but it never well. She got up and got into something more decent, but in her style. She applied makeup and walks out of the bathroom.
"Where color." Her stepmother added.
"I am. My makeup..." She said with a gloomy tone.
They shake their heads and went to the car. Rose got in and sat there. She crossed her arms and sighs softly. They leave the driveway and pull up to a fancy restaurant. She looks around and sees all the people she went to school with. They glared her down and begins talking under the breath. Laughing as she walked by. She stopped "Instead of acting like children in high school, come say it to my face you fake ass bitches."
"Rose! Knock it off!" Her father snapped.
"I'm an grown ass adult. Stop treating me like a fucking kid." She sneered at him. Then she walks away.
After dinner, they went back home. He pulled her aside "You need to stop misbehaving!" He begins to beat her, till she feels like she couldn't breath. She was left there, on the wooden floor of the living room. Crying...
Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Year - 2016
It's been about a year since she saw her father. Her mother was the one to rescue her from more abuse. But this year didn't have much a great start either. She was raped in her sleep. She went to bed drunk the night before, but wasn't too drunk to forget anything. She woke up and had to go to the bathroom. She found her pants down and a man laying next to the bed she was asleep on. She's been terrified ever since. She sits outside of home, on the porch smoking a cigarette. Her short multi colored hair blew in the breeze. Her greenish brown eyes looked around at everything surrounding her. She feels nothing but hate, cold and worthlessness in the world. The abuse, the substance abuse, the sexual harassment and being raped killed the innocence in her. She wasn't even 20... she looks down and begins to break down quietly.
Los Angelos, California, USA. Year - 2018
A few years gone by and nothing has changed for poor Rose. Still dealing with everything. "I hate having complex PTSD." She muttered to herself at work. She worked over 40+ hours a week. She sighs and goes to break. She plugs in her headphones and begins to watch her favorite movie, for a good 15 minutes while smoking a cigarette and snacking on some chips. She smiles at the screen "Such a beautiful man Dante Garcia is." She enjoyed the first 15 minutes of her favorite movie then heading back inside. After work, she headed home. She was about to sit down then her husband begins to snap at her. She sat in silence. The baby has just woken up and she shoved him out of the way. She picks up Micheal and calms him back down. Then she lays him back down in his crib. She enters the bedroom and he slaps her "Fucking bitch..."
She walked outside, crying. Wondering why she has to deal with all this pain.
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The Lion and The Fawn
RomanceThis is an epic love story of a damaged woman, who has trouble seeing the beauty in the world after everything she has been through. Being the demon of the world, she was slightly full of hate more then any other person she knows. On the other side...
