When Thorn Met Rose

Chapter 22

Rose's Point of View.

(Warning, includes really bad language read at own risk)

I stood in by the fireplace, shock had taken over my body and I couldn't move. It seemed like Ella was feeling the same way, she had jumped up and was standing by the sofa, breathing heavily and staring at the man in the door way.

''We'' I swallowed. ''I am a friend of Theodore.'' I said. 

 ''WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?'' The man shouted, he was no doubt drunk. He slightly resembled Theo, so I wondered if this was his dad.

''Ok, Ok, We're going, just don't do anything stupid.'' I said and raised my hands in defence. The man glared at me, his nostrils were flared as he was breathing heavily.

''DON'T MOVE.'' He shouted.

I stopped in my tracks. Ella looked like she was about to pass out. I was trying to keep calm, my heart was hammering hard but I tried to stay calm. It was the only thing that would save someone in situations like this. 

''Ok.'' I said.

''Both of you sit down.'' He said, his voice lowered. He pointed the knife at the sofa. 

Ella immediately sat down and I walked to sit beside her.

''It's going to be ok.'' I whispered to her. She slightly nodded.

''What the fuck is this?'' He looked at the Christmas me with disgust. I swallowed hoping he wasn't going to ruin it. Theodore had put in such hard work. 

''It's a Christmas tree.'' I replied.

He turned to glared at me.

''You fucking think I'm fucking stupid?'' He asked. 

I didn't reply. 

''I don't need this garbage in my house!'' He shouted and kicked the tree down. The ornaments hit the ground and some of them broke. 

''You had no right to do that.'' I said.

''Oh who the fuck do you think you are?'' He pointed the knife at me. 

Ella gasped and I put my hand on hers to try comfort her. Through the window I suddenly noticed Theodore walking up to the house. I almost let out a sigh of relief. I heard Theodore open the door. His dad jumped.

''Who the fuck is that?'' He shouted. 

I turn to look at the door where Theodore walked in. Something that looked like anger and pain was on his face. He glanced down at the broken Christmas tree that was on the ground and then at his father. He didn't even look at me and Ella.

''What are you doing here?'' He asked.

'' This is my house, I live here.'' His dad said. 

''It's mums house.''

''She's fucking dead,  this isn't her house. You have to get that through your thick skull you piece of garbage.'' 

Theodore flinched. I wanted to stand up and hug him. How could his own father talk to him like this?

''Now get these two fucking things out of my damn house.'' 

''Don't you fucking dare talk to them like that.'' Theodore stepped forward and dropped the bag that he was holding on the ground.

''I am your father and you will listen to me,'' 

''You are not my father. You are NOTHING to me. NOTHING DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN THIS HOUSE. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELF MY FATHER. YOU ARE NOTHING. I HATE YOU, YOU ARE NEVER HOME. YOU DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME. YOU DON'T FEED ME. I HAVE TO BORROW MONEY FROM MY FRIENDS. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY OWN BROTHER IS NOW. YOU ARE FUCKING USELESS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? OR ARE YOU TOO DRUNK TO COMPREHEND WHAT I AM SAYING?'' Theodore shouted. I felt myself beginning to shake. I hadn't seen him this angry before. 

I was only seeing the side of his face but I could still see the tear that was rolling that escaped his eye. 

''YOU SON OF A BITCH,'' his father shouted and drew his knife and in one swift moment brought it to Theodore's side and stabbed him.

''NO!'' I screamed standing up. 

His father took the knife out and walked away.

Theodore gasped and clutched his side where the knife had just been in.

''Theodore '' I ran to his side, he had fallen to the ground.

''CALL AN AMBULANCE.'' I shouted and Ella did as told. I felt my eyes become blurry. This wasn't happening. My poor Theodore.