Holding On

Rose, the word ponders around my crammed mind and all it ever picks out is the color red. Red, the color of love, anger, blood. My name is inexplainable. My life, was inexplainable, until I met him.


6. A Humiliating Fresh Start

After several arguments took place in the plain room, I was checked out of the hospital. As soon as I arrived back at my trashed home, my mother instructed me to pack all of my belongings (most of them anyway) and be on my way to start my next sojourn at Louis' humble home. Louis insisted on partaking in the "thrill" of helping me pack, but I denied his request. After all, some of the items I burrowed into the bottom of my suitcase, should not be seen by virgin eyes. That is, if Louis was even still a virgin.

"Alrighty, I'm finished." I stated, zipping up the last of my cheetah print suitcases. My mother walked over to me with tears swelling in her blue eyes.

"I'm really going to miss you, Rose." She gathered me in her warm and comforting embrace. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mom, it's not like I'm going to be away for months! Just a week a or two, right?" An exasperated sigh escaped from her pursed lips.

"I'm not sure how long, sweety...it's all based on how quickly your father recovers." My jaw plummeted towards the ground.

"WHAT!" I yelled. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY, AND YOU'RE DROPPING ME OFF AT HIS HOUSE FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG?!" I threw my palms up in the air. I was furious. How could they do this? I thought to myself.

I felt a large hand glue itself to the top of my shoulder. I pivoted around and became eye-to-eye with, Louis.

"It's alright, Love. I don't think it will be that bad, I mean it's not like it's going to be just you and I. I have 4 other friends that I think you will come to like." Louis smiled reassuringly. I just sighed and nodded, turning to face my emotional creator.

"I'll call you everyday to make sure you're okay." I groaned and ran my small hand through my smooth, brown strands.

"Mom, I'm not a baby anymore!" I exclaimed as she giggled.

"You'll always be my little girl! Now come and give mommy kissies!" Suddenly, my mother cupped my face in her wrinkly palms and began planting wet kisses all over it. I could hear Louis' contagious laugh circulate around the room.

I finally got the chance to shove my mom off while wiping her red branding lips off of my cheeks.

"Mom! Stop, you're embarrassing me!" My mother just smirked at me and pointed her nose down.

"So, you mean you like this boy, don't you?" She questioned, peaking over her glasses. Roses began to blossom all over my cheeks, and I turned away, mumbling swears.

"I don't like him mom!" I yelled, clenching my fists around the plastic handles of my cheetah print bags. She just laughed and held the door for me.

"Have fun you two...but not too much!" I started swearing again as I threw my suitcases into the trunk of Louis' silver Mitsubishi. He was just laughing about this whole humiliating situation.

I climbed inside the locomotive and was extremely surprised at its clean appearance. The mint car fragrance was pleasing, and somewhat welcoming.

"Your car is very clean." I stated as Louis climbed into his car.

"Thank you, Love!" The words slid off his tongue so smoothly, it sent chills slivering through the crevices of my spine.

And with those three words, I was off to start my new next few weeks with this handsome figure.

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