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.


5. Unwanted White Gown

"Is she awake yet?" Asked an unfamiliar tone. It was barely coherent.

"I don't think so..." Replied a masculine voice. Then it hit me, all of the agonizing pain just pulsing through my veins. I cringed and held my head as my eyelids shot open.

"She's awake!" Exclaimed a woman in the room. She darted out, calling out the word, "Doctor!" I felt a hand cup mine, and as I scanned my surroundings, I became face-to-face with those beautiful river-fillers.

"Are you alright, Rose? You got a pretty nasty blow to the head, ey?" It took me a moment to realize it was, Louis. His face was bruised horribly, and he was extremely pale.

"Why am I here?" I asked, navigating the ins-and-outs of the hospital room I was stabilized in.

The walls were sea-foam white, and a blue tiled floor shined brightly. The window beside my bed was ajar, allowing a calm breeze to twirl around the stress-filled atmosphere. My droopy eyes found their way to the blue, plaid cotton sheets that were casing my petite frame. It seemed so peaceful, until I heard Louis swallow hard.

"Well, your father threw a beer bottle at you while he was drunk...It punctured your head, and so you had to get the top of your scalp stitched up." My eyes widened as I ran my trembling fingertips along the top of my head. I felt a bump and I cried out in pain.

"No, no, no! Don't touch the stitches, it will hurt!" Louis facepalmed himself.

"Sorry, I should've told you that before." I rolled my teary eyes and chuckled at his poor attention span.

"Wh-where's my mother?" I questioned, afraid of how she might have reacted to this whole situation. I glanced down at my small palm that was being held gently by Louis. Quickly, I snatched it away. He looked disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but I just met you. I don't even know your last name! Who the hell even are you to march into my house, and start shit with my drunk father?" I became angered. Louis just sighed and nodded.

"You're right...I'm terribly sorry." He said sadly. I felt bad, but it was true. I have no idea who this handsome lad even is. He could be a murderer for all I knew.

"So, anyway, where's my father now?" I didn't crave for the answer, but I knew that when I stepped foot back into the wrecked household, I'm obviously going to get punished.

"He, um, your father was arrested." My mouth dropped.

"What?! Oh my gosh...It's all my fault now...I ruined my mother's happiness didn't I? Mother probably hates me!" A lifeless tear slid down the frame of my face. Louis brought his long, index finger to my jawbone, and wiped it away.

"P-please don't cry, Rose! I have news for you it's good news, I swear!" I nodded slightly and wiped the remaining crystal droplets from my red iris's while sniffling.

"Well, what is it?" I asked, perplexed.

"Rose, your mother doesn't feel safe with you around your father, so she's going to be bringing him to therapy for a bit." I sighed in relief knowing that his terrible habits might reside for good.

"Until he's recovered, you're going to be staying with me." Louis stated, a toothy grin appearing.

"Excuse me?" I replied, my fists clenching in frustration.

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