Well people Thorn is the leader of the lost girls and is one of the most hateful females you will ever meet. But was she always that way???
Categories: Series Branch-Offs/Original Fiction
28 Aug 2005 Updated:
28 Aug 2005
1. Rose by David
2. Simon by David
Rose by David
Rose strongly believed that girls her age should only have to worry about clothes and boys and in her troubled mind she wondered why she wasn’t blessed with such a life. She sat at her small chest of drawers which held a vanity mirror on top. For hours upon hours she could sit staring at her lost reflection, scowering her face wondering what she had done to deserve such a hard and stressful life. Her eyes remained focused on her tired face, her hands now searching along the table. Eventually her hands found what they were searching for. She clutched her hairbrush tightly and brung it up to her golden hair. Grabbing strands of her perfect locks in her hands she begins combing feeling the brush glide through her hair as if through silk.
From outside her room footsteps could be heard, heavy unkind footsteps sounding like they were travelling with a purpose. Rose felt her heart smash around her chest knowing all so well that she was about to receive a visit from her abusive father. She remained combing her hair trying with all her might not to look intimidated. Rose was ashamed that she feared her father but it was a feeling she couldn’t prevent. Suddenly the footsteps came to a halt and everything fell silent. Rose felt a small feeling of relief come over her. No sooner had she became relaxed that her father stormed through the door snarling looking more like a beast than a man. Rose bit down hard on her lip trapping the scream that urged to escape. If her father had taught her anything it was that fear was a sign of weakness and she wouldn’t let him know she feared him.
Her father was a large man, built like a giant red wood tree. Although his body was more fat than muscle he still stood as firm as a brick wall. As always he dressed in a fashion that resembled a cross between a cowboy and a biker. His small eyes were blood shot and filled with anger as he fixed his eyes on his only daughter. Rose kept eye contact as it gave her a look of strength and bravery although at present she lacked both. She felt her body shake has fear pulsated through her, she wouldn’t argue and she wouldn’t back chat she’d simply answer whatever he had to say then he would leave. She turned around on her stool so that she could give him her utmost attention.
“Daughter, would you care to explain why my dinner isn’t on the table?” asked her father in what sounded more like a hiss than a question.
“Well that depends, would you care to explain to me why I am treated like a maid instead of a daughter?” replied Rose clenching her fist’s preparing to be slapped for her cheek and back chat.
“Young lady I hope you are not cheeking me” he slurred almost happy that she was provoking him. He gave her a sadistic smile motioning to his belt.
“I…I wasn’t…I’m sorry” she stammered the fear that she was feeling before had multiplied and was now affecting her speech.
“Good girl, I know you wouldn’t make your daddy mad on purpose.” smirked her father loving every second of her worry and uneasiness.
She places the hairbrush back on the table and gets to her feet; she could see her father still remained towering by her bedroom door. She walked slowly towards the door keeping her eyes fixed on the floor as she did so. She saw his feet come into view and she realised that she was now standing beside him. She began continuing to walk but feels a sharp pain fly through her as she is trailed back by her hair. Her father lowers his head making it easier to slur his wickedness into her ear. She clutched his hand praying that he would release her.
“You have fifthteen minutes to cook me something…and if you haven’t gotten anything prepared then…then it’ll be on your head.” He threatened looking menacingly at the cowering female that was his own daughter.
“I understand…now let me go…please.” She whimpered feeling as though the hair had been ripped from her head.
She watched as her father trudged into his room and slammed the door behind him. She took a moment to make sure her hair remained were she left it then begun to the top of the stairs. She placed her hands on the stair banister and no sooner had she taken one step that she was almost knocked down the stairs by her two little brothers. Her father had poisoned their minds against women and they no longer spoke, acknowledged or showed compassion to Rose. Rose steadied herself on the banister and got back up to her feet and for the second time began her decent to the foot of the stairs. She stood at the foot of the stairs leaning on her front door for support.
She felt tears fall and they tickled her cheek as the slid, there was again a huge silence filling the house although this time it felt comforting instead of worrying. She released she had only a few moments to concoct something for her father to devoir yet her feet refused to move. Suddenly from behind her a knock came to the door which snapped Rose back into reality. She wondered who it was, she was interested to see who it was but after the day she was having she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle anymore stress. Again the door knocked this time louder than before.
“YOUNG LADY…ANSWER THE DOOR” boomed her father’s voice from somewhere upstairs.
Rose wipes her tears away and takes a deep breath as she reaches her hand to the door handle and with one swift click she hoists open the door and is shocked to see….
Simon by David
Rose felt a huge wave of relief surround her tired body and suddenly the butterflies of nerves began floating around inside her stomach, but not the kind her father gave her but the kind Simon gave her. Simon had been a wonderful boyfriend to Rose for many years and no matter what emotional baggage her family bombarded onto her she knew Simon would never judge he was more a shoulder to cry on.
“You shouldn’t be here” Rose whispered attempting to warn him off, keeping her glare to the top of the stairs watching for her father.
“And neither should you” retaliated Simon smugly, Rose liked the fact that Simon always had an answer for everything but it was times like this she wished he didn’t.
“If my father see’s you he’ll…” began Rose her nerve’s beginning to play up again, luck never went her way and she expected her dad at any minute to catch them.
“He’ll kiss my white ass that’s what he’ll do” snapped Simon, he loved Rose but he hated the fact she tolerated her father even though she didn’t have to.
Rose although she loathed her father with a passion she still had her loyalty and wouldn’t have her father disrespected. She gave Simon an unimpressed glare then attempted to slam the door shut but found it hard with Simon’s foot lodged in the foot of it. She looked down at his foot then into his eye’s demanding him to mouth his foot with only the use of her eyes. Rose’s anger melted away when she seen his smile, it was what first attracted him to her. She always told him that his smile could melt the coldest of hearts and although she hated to admit it but it had worked its spell on her.
“I’m sorry Rose, it’s just you shouldn’t let your dad run your life.” Explained Simon in his softest most sympathetic tone he could muster.
“You think I don’t that???” snapped Rose, she felt trapped, enslaved but most of all weak. She was nineteen she could walk out now and never return but she wouldn’t.
“I know it isn’t that easy, come with me I wanna show you something” urged Simon giving her that look which said I ain’t taking no for an answer.
“I have to cook for my father…I can’t” she replied, she really wanted to go but she knew she’d be disciplined for it if she did.
“He knows were the oven is let him cook for himself” replied Simon, he extended his hand to her once again giving her his trademark smile.
Rose swallowed hard as she glanced down at his hand, she knew that he wouldn’t make her leave if it wasn’t important and her curiosity was growing with every given second. She looked into his eyes and she decided to let her heart decide but it wasn’t even a difficult decision she grabbed his hand and slammed the door shut with the other. She stood looking into his pale blue eyes, her father always said Simon was poison well if that was true then she was happy to be intoxicated.
“Well here I am” she said, she was already feeling regret and she hadn’t even left the driveway but it was too late now her father would already know she’d left.
Without saying another word Simon took off into a sprint trailing Rose along behind him. She tried desperately to keep up with him so he didn’t begin literally dragging her. She smiled she felt free but with Simon there the most important thing she felt was safety. She didn’t ask Simon were she was going because she didn’t care as long as he was there. After a few minutes Simon stopped outside the children’s park which was deserted as it was night time. Rose looked around hoping he wasn’t being serious, he didn’t coax her to leave her house to go to the park did he.
“This is it, I’m gonna get my butt whooped because you want me to come and play on the swings.” She joked; she began rubbing his back as he was arched over from the sprinting.
“No don’t be ridiculous, I’m just too tired to continue.” He replied, he took her hand and led her into the park and led her over to a bench near the slide.
“Well then what was so important that you wanted to show me???” asked Rose, she didn’t like to admit it but the curiosity was killing her.
Simon reached a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out a tiny little square box. Rose eyed it and again felt those wretched butterflies shot around in her stomach. She felt her heart race as she watched Simon slowly get down on one knee in front of her. As he slowly prized open the box her gaze met the ring, it was beautiful, it was gold with a diamond encrusted in the centre. She looked at Simon and seen the nerves in his eyes as she was sure he could see the nerves in hers.
“Rose McKenzie, will you marry me???” muttered Simon in a voice that was both shaky and changing in pitch with every syllable.
“Yes of course I will” replied Rose; she felt tears of happiness fall down her cheeks.
Simon pulled the ring out of its box and placed it on Rose’s finger sliding it down until it would budge no further. Rose extended her arm so she could look at it from the distance and it was still as breathe taking as it had been moments ago. She leapt to her feet and dived into Simon’s arms kissing him passionately. When she was with him her troubles seemed to melt away and now that they would be married she’d never have to be without him.
“Well Mrs Simon Locke to be, we should get you home.” He smiled, he grasped her hand and they both headed the return walk home not as lovers but fiancée’s.
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