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.


3. Unexpected Visit

I quietly walked through the creaky wooden doorframe. My father was passed out on the tattered, stained couch. Beer bottles surrounded his intoxicated corpse. I scowled in disgust as I carefully picked them up one-by-one, and disposed of them in the half-full recycling bin. His mumbles were followed by several obnoxious burps that lingered in the atmosphere.  I held my breath while tip-toeing my way to the bedroom.

"Hopefully he passed out before it was 2..." I whispered, cleaning up the excess blood from my carpet so mother wouldn't get any ideas.

Halfway through cleaning my room, I heard the doorbell ring, causing me to jump.

"Damnit!" I murmured, knowing that it had woken my father from his slumber.

"Wh-who's-s there?" He slurred, opening the door. I walked out into the hallway, bracing myself for whoever it may be.

"Ello! The name's Louis Tomlinson. Um, is there a Rose here?" My mouth dropped when I glanced at the figure in the doorway. There Louis was, cheeky as ever, holding out his hand for my father to shake. All my dad did was smack his hand away and give him an angered death stare, a look I was very familiar with.

"Who the hell are y-y-youuu?" My father burped in Louis' face, smirking after.

"Oh, I'm your new neighbor. I saw your daughter, Rose, going out for a little stroll earlier. As she was walking away I saw her come into here so I figured it was her ho-" My father slapped Louis.

"You stay away f-from my piece of shit d-daughter!" He screamed. "I'll cut your throat-t if ya don't!" Louis stumbled backwards down a step.

Suddenly, his gorgeous blue iris's didn't seem so gorgeous anymore. They appeared much darker, almost a navy shade. I was extremely afraid. My father was drunk, Louis didn't know what he was getting himself into.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Louis questioned, pushing my father. My eyes widened and I ran over and stood in between them both, my arms extended on each side.

"Go over there, Rose. I'm going to t-teach this bastard a well deserved lesson!" You could smell the alcohol drifting out of his mouth.

"Dad! Stop you're drunk, please he just came to say he-" My father slapped me hard. The impact swung my head into the wooden doorframe, causing my nose and the wood to become good acquaintances.

"Rose!" Louis called out to me, grabbing my limp body as my whole world collapsed into a never-ending abyss. Blackness, blackness, blackness.

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