Would You Be Mine? ~Adam Lambert~

I was 17 when I ran away from home. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was a druggie. That's what happens when you live in Hollywood. I never got to live a normal life. Dad made me drop out of high school to get a full-time job that's where I met my best friend Violet, which wasn't so bad but my father would beat me every night; mom would be in her own world.

Where are my manners? My name is Rosalie Valentine and I'd like to tell you a story. It's a great story full of love, friendship, anger, violence and a pop star. You may know him or not. He changed me and my whole world. Before I met him I pushed everyone away. I didn't know how to love but he, he showed me.

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June 2nd

I left the Pub. I went down an ally passed the park 2 more blocks I made it home it was already 12. I walked up the steps and open the door to hell. Dad was standing holding a beer. He looked at me as I closed the door.

"About time you got your ass home."

I flinch at the harshness in his voice.

"Sorry," I spoke, looking at the ground.

He came closer to me and I papered myself for the worse.

"Please don't hurt me," I begged.

He slapped me hard, sending me to the floor

I laid there putting my cheek against the cold wood floor hearing the rocking chair Mom sat in creaking.

"I'll do what I want you little bitch."

He kicked me hard in my stomach.

"Stop!!" I screamed.

That made it worse. He grabbed me by my hair off the floor shoving me against the wall and started choking me. I was crying.

I'm officially going to die, I thought. 

He threw me into the other wall. My whole body ache and tasted blood in my mouth. I looked at him, his eyes were not the eyes of my father. They were monsters eyes. I cried harder. I knew what I had to do. I have to run away. I heard the pounding of rain over the ringing in my ears. I looked at him he had a knife in his hand. 

When did he get a knife? I thought.

"Come here little Rosalie."

He came closer. I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and I kicked him hard he fell to his knees but he managed to get the knife behind my knee. I screamed in pain. I punched him in his face. I ran out the door the best I can, I stop at the bottom step. The rain hitting me hard. Soaking my clothes. I started shivering. 

"Rosalie!" I heard my father scream my name.

I started limping/running away the best I could. I manage to get to the park and stop at a bench. I rip half of the shirt in the front now showing my bruised stomach. It stopped at the top of my belly button. I shoved the ripped cloth in my mouth grabbing a hold of the knife. My screams were muffled by the cloth as I pulled the knife out. I quickly took the ripped cloth out of my mouth wrapping it around the wound very tight. I manage to walk to town seeing a small store open.

"Better than anywhere else," I spoke out loud to myself hoping I can use the bathroom.

I knew the Pub was closed and I didn't want Violet seeing me like this. I walked to the front door an open hurried over to the door changing the sign from open to close. 

"Sorry." She mouthed looking frightening.

I glared at her and turned around. I started walking more into town. My leg was throbbing and I'm positive I'm leaving a blood trail. I stop at a crosswalk waiting for cars to pass before I could cross the street. I heard a car door open and close. I was scared but I didn't wanna turn around and face death.

"Rosalie?"  I barely heard him say my name over the pounding of the rain. He put a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turned around meeting his beautiful blue eyes.

"Adam?" I said in disbelief.

He had an umbrella and brought it over me. He slid off his jacket and brought it around me managing to hold the umbrella over me. His jacket felt warm and it smelt amazing. The scent was strong but I couldn't describe it.

"You wanna come with me?"

That brought me back to reality. This isn't some stupid fairytale. He's a popstar and I'm just a broken nobody.

"No." I shoved off his jacket.

I don't need him. 

"Rose please, I'd feel better if you were with me."

I was mad probably at my dad but I took it out on him.

"I don't need your help! Your just a spoilt rich boy looking for some fun! Stay away from me!" I threw the jacket on the ground and took off running the best I can.

I went back to the park and laid on the same bench as earlier. I fell asleep to the pounding of the rain.  

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