When Rosie found herself back at the tower the young Gothel was hunched over trying to hid from her mother. It had been a long day being chased around the whole isle.

Rosie was at least happy that she got her hands on some food. She had caught it when someone was throwing it out and multiply that by seven.

She sat her beg half filled with food on the kitchen counter. she huffed dragging herself up on the countertop putting a pile of chips on the bottom left. She leaned over pulling out a bunch of fruit.

"Rosie!" Gothel  cascaded down the stairs she was pure anger.

the girl jumped at the sound falling off the counter. "ahh." Rosie's eyes teared up in an incent.  she held her head it hurt bad. Her eyes had made black spots she could see the lights. "mother?"

***

When the blonde girl finally woke up her mother was brushing her hair.

"mom?" She looked up at the elder woman confusion lost in her eyes. she tried to sit up but her legs pulled her the other way.

"yes Rosie?" Mother Gothel held a brush in her hand the brussels almost completely gone from its old age.

Rosie yanked her leg and found the rattle of a chain. She looked away from her mother and down to the chain on her right foot that aloud her of maybe a yard of movement. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone out." She pulled her body as far as she could the the woman that raised her. Rosie tryied to hug her mother. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"No!" Mother Gothel pushed the young teen off of her. For someone who choses to be called Mother she isn't a good one. 

"Please!" Rosie stumbled to follow the gray haired woman to the door. "no. no. no. please don't leave me here. Mother I promise I'll never leave again." The door slammed in her face.

Rosie cried for until she fell asleep, the whole next day, and the night after.

She didn't leave the room for a week she didn't think she could face her mother.

Why did she hate her? why did everyone hate her?