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Chapter 34

       I spent the majority of the day cleaning up the house. Luce had finally come home, only to leave an hour later for her job, and dad was supposed to be coming home sometime in the afternoon.

       I had to make sure the house was perfect before I could even drop the whole 'Rex staying here' bomb on him.

       I haven't talked to him since he had left, and I had no idea whether or not Luce told him what happened with the whole Tate thing. Either way, he wasn't going to be happy.

       I needed to take some time and prepare a speech or something... Try to get my words and feelings to cooperate enough to make my dad understand that I need Rex. To live, to function, to breathe.

       Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic.

       But Rex was my everything and my father just can't try to keep him from me.

       Breathe Rosalyn. Breathe.

       Rex had been gone for what seemed like forever, but in reality it had only been two hours. I didn't know what was taking him so long, but I prayed that everything was okay.

       I knew going to see his father was a bad idea.

       It was another ten minutes before I had finally finished scrubbing the house spotless. I let the Windex flop on the counter and turned to my master piece with a content sigh.

       Spotless, absolutely spotless.

       The house phone started ringing as I began putting all the cleaning supplies up and I hurried to answer it. Hopefully it was Rex calling to tell me everything was okay and he was on his way back-

       "Hello?"

       "Rosalyn, just the person I wanted to talk to."

       It wasn't Rex.

      My breath caught in my throat at the voice, at that voice.

       No...

       "Who... is this?"

       I knew who it was. I could never forget that voice, but somewhere inside of me I prayed for this to be some kind of sick joke.

       "Don't be daft, dear. You know who I am."

       My grip tightened on the phone, my breath started entering my lungs in painful swallows, and I could feel the panic starting to build like a train rolling on its tracks. The only thing keeping me from falling on the floor was the sturdy wall holding me up.

       I couldn't speak.

       And I don't know why I didn't hang up the phone.

       "Hm, well this is a change. Nothing to say for once in your life, child?"

       "H-how did you get this number?"

       The panic crept into my chest like an icy wave that cocooned around my heart and my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. The only thing popping into my head were disgusting images of a dark room and two terrifying people.

       I needed Rex.

       "Numbers aren't hard to find these days, you know that. Don't play coy. Anyway, I just called to see how you were, maybe pay a visit-"

       "You can't come near me!"

       The words tore from my lips before I could stop them, but the air entering and leaving my lungs rapidly only had the panic increasing. Oh god I was going to start hyperventilating.

       Rex...

       "Excuse me?" The women's voice hissed, and I could just imagine the dark red stain of her lips pulling back in a sneer. "What did you just say to me, you brat?"

       My breathing got worse.

       "There's a... restraining order. Dad... will... kill you."

       It was hard to talk. My chest hurt, my throat burned, and the wall was no longer enough to hold my dysfunctional body up right. I fell to the floor in a heap, the phone still clutched painfully to my hear.

       I was going to die.

       They were coming for me.

       And they would kill me.

       "You think I give a crap about what that pansying son of mine will do?"

       I was going to be sick.

       When the tears started falling, and air could no longer reach my lungs I knew I was in deep trouble.

       "He couldn't keep you before, do you honestly think he can now?"

       I was going to throw up.

       "I'm... almost... eighteen." I gasped against the panic ice wedge being shoved down my throat.

       "Exactly, and no one is going to miss a new adult who ran away."

       The line went dead.

       And then panic sets in.

       I tried to look around the room for something, anything, that could help me, but came up with nothing. Rex was the only thing that ever helped the panic.

       And he wasn't here.

       He wasn't here.

       I started screaming when the front door began to jiggle.

       My hands went into my hair, my body curled in on itself, and just like at Halloween my vision turned black. I couldn't see. I couldn't see. They were here. They were coming to punish me. They always did when I was upset.

       When I screamed.

       Oh God no, the room.

       I screamed louder.

       The front door banged open, but I didn't even bother trying to hide or protect myself. Maybe if I screamed loud enough my lungs would explode and they couldn't take me.

       Hopefully I would die.

       "Rosalyn! Rosalyn!"

       I only screamed louder at the male's voice and my body automatically trembled as a heavy figure fell to their knees beside me.

       "Rosalyn stop! It's me, honey. It's me." Strong arms scooped me up off the floor like I weighed nothing and curled me into a chest twice the size of mine.

       "I got you sweetheart, it's okay. It's just me." Dad cooed softly as he rocked me back and forth like a child against his chest.

       "Dad..." I was able to croak out even though my throat felt as dry and rough as sandpaper.

       "Sh, honey. It's okay, just breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Remember?"

       I could barely nod as I pressed my face into his thick shoulder and cried. I followed his directions, but the icy wedge of panic in my chest didn't go away. And I had a bad feeling it would be there for a while.

       "Do you need your inhaler?" He asked softly as his giant hand petted down my hair. I shook my head and gripped onto the lapels of the jacket he was still wearing as I forced my breathing back to normal.

       It wasn't them at the door, trying to break in, trying to get me. Just dad coming home... and seeing me in a big ball of pathetic panic on the floor.

       I gathered myself together enough to pull away from him, but the panic in my chest stayed.

       My head was killing me.

       Dad laid me back down on the floor, but brought his hands to my face and cupped my cheeks so he could stare down at me with worried eyes. "Honey what's wrong? What happened?"

       His face blurred as the tears filled my eyes once again. I sobbed and curled back into his chest as his arms wrapped back around me.

       "She called dad, called. They got our number. They probably know where we live, and she said they were going to... pay... a visit-"

       Oh god, I was going to throw up all over my father.

       His big bulky figure stiffened under me before he gently continued petting my hair. "Sh, sweetie, sh. That's not possible. They don't know where we live-"

       "But she called! They have our number! I-I-"

       "It's okay, it's okay." He soothed again as my breathing became haggard once more.

       I forced myself to calm down.

       I needed Rex.

       Dad was like a stiff boulder under me, and I knew without asking that he was just as terrified as I was. He was just better at hiding it. "Don't worry Rose. I'll call the cops right now, they'll come over and check everything out don't worry."

       That knowledge was little relief.

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Trey

       Rex looked worn out when he finally came out of the visiting room. His hair was a mess and the dark circles under his eyes only looked worse. "You alright man?" I tried to keep the worry out of my voice, only because I knew how much he hated hearing it.

       He hated feeling pitied.

       "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get the fuck out of here." He grumbled and headed for the entrance without a backward glance. Brett and I followed without question.

       It was silent as we walked into the darkening parking lot. Rex didn't even look back at us as he climbed into his car and turned it on. Brett and I got into my SUV.

       "You think he's alright?" The older Dimajio asked quietly as we pulled onto the highway behind Rex.

       "Not at all."

       We stayed silent until we turned onto the little side road that would lead us to my neighborhood.

       "What do you think went down in there?" Brett's voice was low, but loud enough for me to hear and I cast him a sideways glance.

       "I'm not sure, but I have a feeling Rex won't be able to sleep for a while."

       "Same."

       Subject change.

       "Jax stay the night last night?" I cocked an eyebrow at him as he slouched down in the passenger seat to get more comfortable.

       "Yeah. I actually like guy."

       I laughed.

       "Yeah, me to. He's cool."

       There was another minute of silence before I had to ask the question that was eating away at my brain.

       "Him and Denton are pretty close-"

       "Don't." Brett growled before I could even finish the sentence.

       I let out a heavy sigh.

       "Come on man, it's not like anyone would care-"

       "It's not like that Maguire. Just drop it."

       I dropped it.

       For now.

       You could have cut the tension in the car with a knife... until we pulled into my neighborhood. Brett's arm shot across the seat and nailed me in the chest as I started to pull into my driveway. I lurched at the painful sensation and slammed my foot on the break.

       "What the fuck man-" I started to shout until I looked over and saw that his eyes had gone as round as saucers. I rubbed my fist into the stop that he nailed before following his gaze.

       My stomach dropped.

       "Holy fuck, Trey. Those are cop cars."

       Captain obvious was right, and with the parking job that Rex had done in the middle of the street and his figure running like his life depended on it, left no question in my mind that they were there for princess.

       Fuck me.

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Rose

       The door burst open and nearly flew off its hinges just as I finished telling the deputy on the couch what had happened. My eyes shot up at the sound, dad jumped to his feet, and the three cops squished into my living room reached for their guns.

       All the panic, terror, and despair that had been clawing away at me ever since the phone call completely left when I saw the worry stricken boy I loved running into the foyer.

       He came to a screeching halt when he hit the living room, his eyes glancing around frantically, until they landed on me.

       "Who the fuck are you?" The deputy I had been talking to demanded as they all started pulling the gun from their holsters. Bile rose up in my throat at the thought of those barrels pointed at Rex.

       Rex ignored them and walked almost painfully slow into the living room, his eyes glued on me and his jaw locked tight. I wanted to cry. I was so happy to see him.

       I didn't give him a chance to answer the cops before I ran across the space between us and lodged myself into his arms. His hands automatically started running along the expanse of back, his head bent down so he could bury it in my neck.

       "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? What's going on? Did they touch you?"

       He started firing off questions like they were bullets from a gun, and I'll I could do was shake my head and bury my face further into his neck. "I knew I shouldn't have fucking left you alone." He forced me away from his chest just enough so he could grip my chin and force my watery eyes to look into his icy ones.

       "Baby, are you okay?"

       And just like that, the worry in his eyes and the ache in his voice made the tears in my eyes fall like waterfalls. He let go of my chin and crushed me against his chest.

       I held onto him as tight as I could.

       Rex was shaking, and even though his arms were like iron around me I could feel the tremors going through them. His breathing was rough in my ears and when I glanced up enough to look at his face the fury there nearly frightened me.

       "I'm okay, Rex. I'm okay." I whispered softly even though, mentally, I was far from okay. But he didn't need to know that right now.

       He buried his face back into my hair.

       "I'm alright. I'm alright." I murmured over and over again as his body shook over me, his arms like cages around my waist.

       I could feel the tension in the air ease as the officers realized Rex wasn't a threat to them, or us and as he calmed down enough to pull his face away from my neck, the deputy doing all the talking walked over to us.

       Rex tucked me into his chest, like he could keep me safe there forever, and turned his hard eyes on the cop.

       "You the boyfriend?"

       I couldn't see the cops face, but I was sure he had an eyebrow raised. My heart jumped at the question. Just as I was about to pull myself away from Rex and tell the deputy no, Rex squished me against him harder.

       "Yeah, what's going?"

       My heart stopped.

       My breathing caught in my throat.

       Did... did Rex just say he was my boyfriend?

       Oh my god, I think I died and went some place way better than here.

       "Threatening phone call, restraining orders broke, can't give out the details, but I'm sure your girl can."

       Your girl can.

       I'm Rex's girl?

       Rex's body stiffened above me, and that's when I realized what else the cop said.

       Restraining orders broke.

       Oh god, I never told Rex about that. He was going to be mad.

       The deputy turned back towards my father and held out his hand. My dad took it. "We'll go back to the station and file the report right away Mr. Summers. We'll have patrols stationed around the house until the threat has been handled. No one will get near your daughter."

       Rex's arms tightened around me.  

       He stayed silent as my dad thanked the officers and walked them to the door, scary silent. When dad came back to the living room he glanced over at our embrace and frowned. This was it. This was where he was going to tell Rex to let go of me and get out.

       I started to pull away from Rex to gather the words I needed that would get dad to allow him to stay, when my father started heading down the hallway.

       "I'll give you two some time to talk."

       What in the world....

       Well that was unexpected. A small smile pulled on my lips as I stepped away from the warmth of Rex's chest and raised my eyes to meet his. My smile fell.

       "You better tell me what the hell is going on, right now Rosalyn."

       I gulped.

       The cold fury in his eyes was enough to make my chest ache, and he hardly ever called me Rosalyn...

       I frowned and rubbed my fists into my eyes. This wasn't going to be easy. I knew he deserved to know the truth, but that part of my life was not something I enjoyed reliving.

       I was still trying to build up the courage to tell him, when a soft grip covered my wrists. Rex gently pulled my fists from my eyes and pulled me closer to him, his hard gaze soft and warm once again.

       "Baby, you can tell me anything..." He pulled my hands to his chest and stepped forward enough to lower his head and press his lips gently against mine. It wasn't like our most recent kisses, but it was soft and gentle and amazing nonetheless.

       "So why aren't you?" I hadn't realized I was crying again until he gentle began kissing the water off my cheeks.

       Oh god, this boy broke me.

       "I-I... I didn't tell you everything... about when I was little." My hands curled into his shirt like he would leave me if I didn't. But he just nodded, like it wasn't a big secret to him and gently eased me onto the couch.

       "The people that took me from my dad they weren't... they weren't nice people." I didn't know what else to say for a moment, but Rex's hand running soothing paths up and down my arm helped keep me calm.

       "Your grandparents." He said softly, like he was reliving that conversation on his rooftop that seemed to have happened ages ago. I nodded my head.

       "My grandparents," The word tasted like bile leaving my mouth, "Were not nice people... They aren't nice people." I could feel the muscles in his body contract and expand, but his grip on my arms were still gentle.

       "What did they do to you, baby?" His words were soft, but I could hear the fury he tried to hide. I blinked to keep the tears at bay.

       My fists tightened in his shirt and I couldn't bring my eyes up to meet his. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to tell him everything?

       "They..." I had to swallow before I could continue, and Rex sat patiently through my whole inner turmoil. "They didn't like me." And then it all spilled out.

       "They said I was defective. Unwanted. Something was wrong with me and they couldn't figure out what, but the punishments were supposed to help. I just had to learn to keep my mouth closed and only speak when they wanted me to. They didn't like my report cards, they didn't like it when I talked about school, they didn't like the thought of me having friends, and when I did something they didn't like they... they..."

       I sat back and let go of his shirt to run my fingers heavily through my hair. I couldn't look him in the eyes, he would see I was defective to.

       "They did what, Roza?"

       Roza. Roza. Always calling me Roza, like I was some sweet stupid little rose. I wasn't. I wasn't sweet, I wasn't good.

       I was defective.

       "Baby flower, look at me." His hand lifted off my arm and wrapped in my hair, gently urging my face around until I could stare up at his beautiful chestnut eyes.

       "I don't want to force you into telling me things you don't want to, but there is some stuff that I need to know. This is one of them. Let me help you." He brushed the hair out of my face and stared at me with those eyes I would die for.

       I closed mine.

       "They had this room on the top floor of their house." I licked my lips. "They called it the quiet room. Whenever I did something wrong they would put me in the quiet room and leave me there for a while."

       Rex hand stopped moving down my hair, the grip on my arm loosened and it took all I had in me to open my eyes and look at him. The horror written all over his face was enough to make me want to be sick all over again.

       "Oh my god, Rosalyn... You're dream the other week, that was... that was..."

       I closed my eyes again and slumped into myself.

       "It was real. It happened."

       There was silence between us, for what felt like a very long time. I let out a heavy sigh. I already started the story, might as well finish it. "Sometimes there was physical punishments, but not a lot. They didn't want me going to school and having a teacher asking too many questions, you know?"

       His grip dropped to my arms again, but I couldn't look up at him.

       "But they loved using the quiet room. They would stick me in there usually for the weekends. Have their servants bring me food once in a while, if they remembered. They loved their mental punishments, and being stuck in a box with no light or sound for days sure did a doozy on the brain."

       I had no idea where all this was coming from, it just was. And it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon.

       "Rose stop." Rex's voice was a hoarse croak, and his grip on my arms were weak like he had no strength left in his body. Well, he's the one who wanted to know, and now he gets to deal with how defective I am.

       "That's how the panic attacks started. Even if I was only in there for a few days it felt like years, and after a while I started thinking I was never going to be able to leave, because they had forgotten me or just wanted me to rot in there. Either way I thought an angel or something had come to take me away every time the door opened and light came into a room."

       "But it wasn't an angel, and I always ended up back in there."

       "Oh god. I'm going to be sick." Rex let go of me and leaned over the couch with his head between his knees and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He did look a little green actually...

       "So when dad found me and found out how loco in the head I was he filed a restraining order against his parents for me, stuck me in therapy, gave me a bunch of fancy looking pills, and apparently I'm "better" now."

       "Rosalyn." His hand snatched out from around his waist and clamped onto my wrist so hard I thought it would break. "Stop talking or I'm going to throw up everywhere."

       I 'humphed' and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let go. "You're the one that wanted to know." I felt edgy, like for some reason I could be a total sass bomb out of nowhere. But Rex got the crazy train rolling and I didn't see it stopping anytime soon.

       After all, I was defective.

       But I stayed quiet and let green boy get himself back under control. He finally leaned back against the couch with a grunt and rubbed his free hand over his eyes, the other still gripped firmly around my wrist.

       "Why didn't... you tell me that sooner?" He groaned.

       I wanted to roll my eyes. Seriously? He still looked like he was going to barf, even after everything we've been through. I didn't even want to know he would do if I had told him this sooner.

       My free hand curled into a fist on my thigh.

       "I thought that..." I licked my lips and let out a heavy sigh before closing my eyes. And just like that, the sass bomb deflated and I was back to being pathetic Rosalyn.

       "I thought that if I told you, you wouldn't want to be around me anymore. That you would see how defective I was and would throw me away..."

       I couldn't look at him. I couldn't bring myself to look up and see what would be swimming behind those gorgeous eyes of his. I didn't think he would leave me. We've been through far too much for that. But I also didn't want him just hanging around out of pity.

       I couldn't live without him, but that didn't mean he couldn't without me.

       "Rosalyn." He had leaned closer to me and cupped his warm hand under my chin. He lifted my face until I was forced to look into his eyes.

       "You stupid girl."

       I frowned at that, and my heart took a swan dive, but I didn't blame him. I didn't think I was that great either.

       What surprised the hell out of me was when his lips crashed against mine and his hand went to cup that back of my neck in a grip as tight as a cobra's. He kissed me like he was starving and I was the first thing he had eaten in days. But it didn't last long and he pulled away from me not a moment later. We were both breathless at the intensity of the kiss.

       I didn't know what that meant. What he was trying to tell me. One minute he's calling me stupid, and the next he's kissing the day lights out of me.

       But when I glanced up at him in confusion, my open and damaged heart on my sleeve, all rational thought left my mind.

       The look he was giving me was... intense.

       "I love you." 

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Are you all as surprised as I am right now? Cause I mean, like, I was just writing and then BAM Rex drops this load on me. Like damn boi chilllll.

This is all of you right now:

Worship me please?

Jk....

Maybe.

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