FlashbackI layed in my bed, catching my breath. The boy beside me smiled and kissed my forehead. "I haven't turned you into a lesbian have I?" He asked, making me laugh. I shook my head.
"No Jeff, that was perfect. I'm happy it was with you...my fist time. This doesn't make us weird does it?" I questioned, laying on my side. He shook his head head "No not at all! Look, I'd rather you have your first time with me than some guy who doesn't care about you or who doesn't know what he's doing." He replied with a smile.
I scanned Jeffs face, his eyes locked with mine. He had quite a soft jawline but It suited him a lot. His tanned skin matched mine almost but I was usually more tanned than everyone. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.
"I love you Jeffy, I swear you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world." I giggled. He smiled and nodded "And you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Rose." He told me. Jeff was my first everything if I'm honest. He was my first kiss, first best friend and my first sexual experience.
I'd turned sixteen and I'd asked him if he'd be my first time so I could say I'd lost my v-card before I started dating a guy I liked. He was gentle with me but he knew what he was doing. He would only do things that I was comfortable with, which was a lot because I was always comfortable with Jeff.
He was funny and always managed to make me laugh.
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I chucked the empty packet of Cigarettes behind me and stomped on my cigarette bud. I coughed a small bit before spitting onto the floor, I know it's nasty but I didn't care anymore.My whole life I'd had to be a lady, I'd had to shut up and sit pretty. But now, after everything that happend, I just didn't care. The day I found out Jeff was gone, Was the day I lost myself too. Just imagine, your entire world as a person. That person accepts you for who you are, for your flaws and weird ice cream preferences.
Then, out of nowhere, that person has to die a horrible death. No amount of explaining can make anyone understand what it's like if they haven't felt that kind of pain before. I screamed and cried for ages, until my lungs burned and my throat couldn't take it anymore.
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"Rosalia, can you pay attention please!" Miss Summers shouted my way, pulling me from my thoughs. "Yes, sorry Miss." I replied and went back to doodling in my book. I hated Geography anyways. I was never going to leave this stupid town so what was the point? Elise was up in County Jail and she needed her own money for that, Rita was doing great but would probably need Money to get into a good college, Carlos was still a baby and we'd need money for him too.So, I'd probably have to earn my own money instead of using grandpapas inheritance. I'd already come to terms with that though.
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Flashback"Elise! What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted, watching my sister pull a knife from her pocket. She put her finger to her mouth, telling me to be quiet. I was scared, I'd never seen anything like this...especially from her.
Elise was smart and she used it to her advantage in a bad way. I watched as she snuck up behind someone, put the knife to their throat and threaten them for money. They shakily got their wallet from their bag and handed it to her, the fear in their eyes clear as day. Elise threw the wallet at me and I caught it, shaking myself.
My heart pounded, I could feel it in my throat and fingertips. Once she had what she wanted, she knocked the woman unconscious and started to run while taking me with her. Once we were home I glared at her and ran to my room.
This happend every week, sometimes twice.
-"How about a party?" Miya suggested and I shrugged. "Didn't we have a party last week?" I questioned, my pencil in my hand. I was trying to get some homework done before lunch ended but with Miya talking non-stop, I was getting nowhere.
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🌹Rose+Thorn🌹
FanfictionRosalia Jasmine Brown is broken. Completely and utterly unfixable. Does he care? No. Is he broken too? More than she would know. Does SHE care? She should, but no. 🚫mature🚫