It started off simple enough, really. She was just a small town girl, looking for bigger and better things. She had worked in shops all her life, never having her A-levels really fucked her over for anything better. But she did it to herself. All over a bloody stupid boy.
She was small, 5'3 and 93 pounds. Underweight, hipbones sticking out, tailbone sticking out like it was prominent. But even with her working and her mother they couldn't afford good food. Not anything that would help Rose put on weight.
So when her best mate Shareen had told her about the ad in the paper looking for strippers, she put on her best black dress that showed off her body, and coupled it with a pair of black heels. She knew she would have to prove she could do the dancing, so underneath was a pair of lace booty shorts, that she knew showed off her ass perfectly, and a beaded fringe top matching it. She had small tits, but this outfit worked with her body.
The strip club was an hour away, so she quickly got ready, gave her mom a kiss, and told her she was going out with Shareen, knowing she wouldn't approve of her job choice, before jumping into Shareen's car.
John Smith used to be a simple man. He had a wife and a daughter, but that all changed when he came home to his wife in bed with the guy she worked with, Rickey, the idiot. River had pleaded with him, begging him to take her back, and that it had all been a mistake. But when he wouldn't, she packed her and their daughter's things, before walking out the door. He got a letter a couple of months later, telling him that they were in America. And not to bother to come looking for them.
Like I said, he used to be a simple man.
After his wife left him, John bought an empty studio, turning it into a strip club. Because what's better to heal a broken heart then having girls sit on your lap and give you attention? It was boring tonight. All the girls were the fucking same. Dark brown hair, black hair, blue eyes, green eyes. He was bored. Bored of these girls, so he put an ad out. Hoping, just hoping that one of the girls who applied was going to be different than the rest.
Oh how right he was. Jack, his best friend told him the girls were here, sighing he downed the rest of his drink, (His favorite Clementine Vodka.) before getting up and walking to the door. "And remember Doc, be nice to the ladies." Jack said with a wink before walking away. John just gave a grunt of understanding before stepping through the door.
Rose was nervous to be here. To see all the other woman here, lining up for the same job spots she was. But they all looked the same. Dark hair, light eyes. It confused here. Maybe it was a look they had here. But that wasn't about to stop her, not when she had borrowed her friend's car, and drove to the next town over to get here.
She was lost in her own head, thinking about what kind of lie she could tell her mom, if she did indeed get the job. She'd have to take money out of her paycheck to buy new outfits, if they didn't offer any. Not that she would want to wear them anyways. She wasn't overly fond with sharing sweat with anyone.
Finally she looked up, when the room quieted down. She heard him before she saw him. He was sizing the girls up, she knew that much. There was 20 girls there, he pointed at 5, before asking them to leave. 'Already have too many girls that look like River.' He thought before scanning the room again, he hadn't looked at her yet. She was standing next to a tall girl who was a tad bit chunky. But her face beautiful. Rose had hoped if she didn't get the job, she did. He pointed out 5 more girls again, asking them to leave. Only leaving 10.
He pointed out 8 of them, saying that Jack would be in touch and thanks for stopping by. It only left her and the plump girl. She was confused, because she was pretty sure he hadn't seen her, but his voice stopped her. "You, what's your name?" He asked the other girl, "Isabella." A swift reply, like she had done this before. "Alright Isabella, go with Jack. He'll get you setup." Then he turned and looked at her, I mean really looked at her.
She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair and golden brown eyes. She was skinny, too skinny might turn some of the guys off, but he didn't care. He wanted her here. "What's your name?" It came out like a smooth whisper and Rose almost lost her nerve. But she quickly swallowed before answering. "Rose Tyler." He smiled at that. Most girls used fake names, and he was going to make sure before he sent her up on stage she was ready.
"Well Rose Tyler, are you ready to start?" His question was simple; she didn't know the hidden meaning behind it. So she blindly answered "Lead the way." With a smile on her face that within the next few months would be ripped off her face.
They went back to his office and he gave her forms to fill out, took her I.D's, and gave her more forms when she was done with that. After what felt like forever, he led her to a small private room.
"Well Rose Tyler, show me your moves." He said before sitting down on the leather chair in the middle of the room, in front of a stage. She was nervous, and wanted to prove to him that she could it. She quickly pulled off the dress, showing off her thin body. She stepped next to the pole before her favorite song came on. She could dance to this.
And she could. The way she moved her body up and down on the pole had brought John's dick to life. Not something any girl has done since River left him. By the time the dance is over, John wants her. But he can't have her, not yet. He has to break her, like he's broken. He tells her to lie on her back, and open her legs.
She thought it was weird, but needed the money. So she did, when she opened her small pale legs, John almost came undone. He could make out the small line of her clit through her panties.
"Stand up." She did, quickly, almost scared she did wrong. If she noticed his rock hard dick, she didn't say anything about it. She quickly followed him back to his office. He sat behind his desk, trying anything to get his dick to go down. Rose looked at him in wonder. "What's your name?" She finally asked him, her curiosity eating at her insides.
"John or the Doctor. But most people just call me John." God, he never could keep his mouth shut. She smiled, a sweet little smiled, and John wanted to pretend it was just for him. But he knew better. He should have known better. "You can start Monday. Work is always usually a bit slow, but Mondays are a good day to start." He told her, getting everything ready, judging by the dress he guessed she was poor and he was proven right when he looked at her address. "Here is 500 dollars. Buy some nice dresses. Do you have a car?" Because he would be damned if one of his girls were taking the buses. She shook her head no, while biting her lip. John felt his anger bubbling up. "Did you take a bus?" He asked her quickly, his anger rearing its ugly head. "What?" She asked, confusion ringing off her pretty voice. But that did it, he snapped. Slamming his hands on the table, he asked her again. " .Take. ?" He asked. Slower this time, but venom dripping off every word.
Rose was scared, and she ought to be. But she didn't know fully, no. She didn't know what kind of trouble she was, and by the time she'll figure it out she'll be in too deep. She frowned before answering, "No I took my best mates." He felt his anger quickly melt away. Good. But bad, she needs a car. "Tomorrow morning be up at 7AM and outside." He told her before handing her what felt like a lot more than 500 dollars. But she didn't want to be rude and count it in front of him.
She quickly thanked him before rushing out the door. 'He's kind of scary.' She thought to herself before exiting the club. She went home, washing off the makeup and taking off the dress and bra. Keeping her panties on. She didn't care if her mom walked in the room, it's not she hadn't seen her naked before.
Sleep found her quickly, and before she knew it, was 6 in the morning. 'Perfect timing' she thought bitterly to herself, she hopped in the shower, washing off the sweat of yesterday. She stumbled into the kitchen 15 minutes later, hair up in a towel to help it dry, a pair of sweat pants hanging off her hips and cupping above her ankles, her favorite hoodie thrown over it. She needed coffee.
By the time her hair was dry and the coffee was done it was 6:30. Time to get ready. She threw off her sweat pants and changed into a pair of old skinny jeans and a black tank top. She curled her hair, slightly. So it came down in loose waves, before putting on a tiny bit of lip gloss.
She looked pretty. She was skinny sure, but she liked her body. She was standing outside at 7. Smoking a fag. Watching the way the smoked played in the air before disappearing. Finally two cars pulled up. One was a black SVU and the other was a Cadillac Escalade. John got out of the drivers sit, and she was guessing it was Jack who got out of the Cadillac.
"Here." Jack said, while throwing the keys at her. She was confused, but was quick to catch the keys. "What?" Was the only question she could get out of her tired mind. John smirked before answering. "I need my girls to have a car. This is one of the best out right now. Enjoy."
Rose was shocked. She only started working there yesterday, and now on top of the money he had gave her , he was giving her a car? She wanted to whine, say it was too much, but she didn't just muttered a quick thanks before taking another drag from her smoke. Jack jogged up the steps before stealing a smoke from her pack that was sitting on the table next to her. She glared him but he only gave her a cheeky smile in return. She felt her anger slip away. She couldn't be mad at Jack. Not really.
She finished her smoke and gave John another small smile, that he really made up his mind, was for him.
"So, I get to get drive this?" Rose asked in awe. She was more awake, and ready to drive. John usually didn't let the girls drive when he was around, but he wanted to see how Rose did. "Sure. Jack take the SVU." He said before sliding into the car.
She wasn't sure if she even be smoking in this car, if it was really hers, or just hers until she stops being useful to him. But she didn't have to worry for long because he was pulling out his pack of smokes from his jacket and lighting one up. What if she wanted her car a smoke free zone?
She quickly pulled out, asking him where they were going. "The Mall." His voice thick with smoke and some other emotion she couldn't place, not that she really wanted too. Fucking 7AM. She turned on the heat, hoping to warm up a little. Her little body got cold often, and she couldn't afford getting sick when she just got a new job.
They finally pulled up to the mall, not quite as packed as it would have been if they went later, Jack right behind them. John's face flushed from the heat, told Jack he could ride back with Rose if she was going to have that damn heater blowing like that. Rose felt bad about it and felt her face slip into a frown. John just gave her a wink.
They quickly found themselves inside of the store. "Jack, go get her sizes, and take care of everything else… I have business I need to take care." John said before giving Rose a small kiss on the side of her forehead. It was weird, this was the first time he's actually touched her.
Not that she minded, not really. She flipped open her shitty little phone that barely worked to see that it was 7:30. Her mom wouldn't be home until 12, then she would probably just cook something and pass out.
Rose felt kind of guilty, that she was out here spending all sorts of money and her mom was working hard at a shop. But this was a part of the job, even though it felt like it wasn't really. Because that girl Isabella should have been too if it was.
Rose knew she was skinny, but when they said she was a size 00. She didn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it. She made them give her a pair of shorts to try on, and when they slide on her body perfectly, she was upset with her, and even Jack frowned at the shorts, as if they offended him horribly.
Next came the bra 31 A cup. 'Are you fucking kidding me?' Rose thought to herself, wishing Jack wasn't here, writing all of it down. It was embarrassing learning how she treated her body so badly that she couldn't even wear a small shirt. Jack pulled out his phone before sending a quick text, and moment later his phone buzzed. He looked at it grimly before smiling at Rose and announcing that they were buying her a new phone because, really, hers was quite horrible and ugly.
She ended up with an iPhone sticking out of pant pocket. Before Rose could even pull out her wallet Jack already had a credit card down, paying the 400 dollar bill. She glared at him, and he only smiled back. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to pull out her wallet for anything today.
They ended up at Victoria Secret, where Rose ended up with 10 pushup bras, to help pretend she had tits, and a couple of thongs. They ended up shopping a lot longer than she thought, and she was tired. She pulled out her new phone, and looked at the time. 4PM flashed back at her. She was getting coffee, Jack paying for it or not.
Though, he shouldn't. They already spent five thousand on clothing, purses, makeup, and her phone. But she was tired, and John was taking forever. So she bounced over to the coffee shop and ordered an ice coffee and Jack was right behind her ordering a coffee and something to eat, for Rose. Not him.
She wouldn't eat a bite until Jack bought something, she thought she heard him mutter something under his breath about women and how controlling they all are before stomping his way back to the coffee shop and buying something small to eat.
After they finished their meal. Well, Rose only finished her half way, and met Jack's worried eye with an apologetic smile. Her stomach was small. And it couldn't handle a lot of food at once. Finally Jack's phone rang, and in a few moments she felt a familiar body behind hers.
John sat down next to her, eyeing the bags, before asking Jack how much he spent. "Oh five thousand give or take." He said it like it was nothing. Just so casual for men to spend this money on their girls. Well maybe it was, Rose didn't know. She was new to all of this, after all. "Good, we need to leave. Now." Was all he responded with before pulling Rose up by her hand, quickly dropping it and grabbing some of the bags. Bitching about how they should have already put this shit in the car.
They were finally off, and something felt strange. John was driving this time; she was tired from all of the shopping and didn't feel like doing it herself. She felt her eyes zone in on John's hand, and saw the hints of bruises starting to form. She didn't comment, though. He would tell her if he wanted her to know.
While they were shopping, John was dealing with a pimp who was being too rough with one of his girls. And he wasn't listening for anything, so Jack finally did what he did best, let his anger take control of his body and started to beat him until he was an inch of his life. When he was done he leaned down next to his body before whispering "Do you understand now?" and walked away.
The pimp would probably try to strike back, but if he did… If he did, he would be good as dead. He cared about all of his girls in some form or another. Even if they all bored the fuck out of him, and they all looked the same.
But now he's back in the car with Rose and he can feel his anger melting away like rain drops on a heated pavement. And Rose, this girl doesn't even know what she does to him. He knew she thought five thousand was a lot. But he'd give her the stars if he could.
And now they're back at her house, and they have to say goodbye, Rose looking almost as sad as he feels inside. But he won't let it show, she'll learn to put up a guard around him. She'll learn not to trust him.
She'll learn not to play with fire and not expect to brunt.
Her first night went by easy. She was expecting it to be hard, It was harder explaining the car to her mom, finally just telling her the truth, she promptly kicked her out. Screaming she wasn't going to have a whore living in their flat, well really, her mom's flat now.
But she shakes off the memory and moves her hips to the music. She's got on a tight lace deep-V teddy that ties in the back, matched with a pair of lacey black panties that shows her ass off in a wonderful kind of way. Her hair is straight, and her eyes are lined with black. She's the look of perfection, and she doesn't even know it.
A guy requests a private show with her, and Jack steps in, before she could answer. Telling him that she doesn't offer it, but they have lots of other girls who wouldn't mind. But this guy wouldn't budge and she was glad Jack said no for her. Because she was worried he would have hurted her if he got her alone.
The guy snarls at Jack and shoves him hard; Jack kind of loses his balance, falling on Rose, who had stepped down from the stage. They both fall down on the ground, hard. Rose rubbed her arm, knowing it was going to bruise. But it wasn't Jack helping her back on her feet. No it was John, and he's got this glare going on, the kind of glare you don't want staring you down. It's the look of an oncoming storm and she doesn't want anything to do with him at that point.
But he isn't focused on her, no. His eyes are trained at the guy, who even though is properly piss drunk is clearly scared, because he looks like he's about to piss himself. And Rose almost smiles, but the throbbing in her arm made her think differently. John grabs him by his throat, before slamming him into the wall.
This isn't good. He's probably going to kill him if Jack doesn't bounce back on his feet soon. Rose looks around and doesn't see Jack. For the first time she actually thinks he's an asshole, but he appears moments later with the cops, who doesn't seem to care that John is choking the life out of some piss poor guy, and they slap handcuffs on him before taking him away.
John doesn't let Rose dance for the rest of the night. But he allows her to serve drinks and flirt with the guys, while he's watching. He's always watching her. And he doesn't even care if she catches him anymore, because someone almost hurt her the moment he looked away, so what was the fucking point in looking away anymore?
Rose flirts, and when they ask her for her name she tells him it's Noelle. John smirks at the comment. Because they'll pay for her for tonight, and they don't even get to know her real name. Not that she should have ever told him, not that she should have stepped into this life. But she did, and now she can't walk away. Or she won't, whichever sounded better.
When the night is over and she hands over her tips, John tells her to keeps her. The other girls gasp and some glare. But she just shrugs her shoulders before bidding him a goodnight. She walks out to the parking lot, where it's almost pitch dark. 'Really need to get some proper lighting for this area' She thinks to herself before walking to her car.
She made around 300 in tips tonight that means she could rent a motel for the night, and take a shower. She didn't know what to do about her clothing. Everything she owned was sitting in that car. Even a picture of her and her mom. She'll keep it, even if her mom hates her, hates her more than when she ran off with Jimmy Stone and left her all alone, again.
All though, Jackie Tyler hasn't really been alone, not really, not entirely. Sure Pete died, but she had Rose, then countless men after that. Rose pushes the thought down before driving the closes motel she could find. It looked a bit run down, but if she was going to stay for a couple of nights then she needed something cheap.
The room ended up costing her 50 dollars per night. Cheaper than most, and dirtier. She was glad she stripped her room bare before leaving that flat for good. She threw off the motel's sheets and pillows before putting her own on.
She sits up the room to make it feel a bit more like home, but no matter how many things she puts in there, it will be home. She never actually counted the money John gave her. She sat on the bed, in just her panties, before grabbing her purse. She quickly pulled out the white envelope, and counting the cash. He gave her three thousand. All in 100's, that plus counting the tips she made. She could probably buy a little flat.
Her cellphone buzzes. She quickly pulls it out, hoping that it's her mom and that she's changed her mind. But it's not, It's John, asking her where she was and why he saw her car at the motel. She sighed to herself, probably should have picked some place a bit farther from the club, but she needed to save her money.
She quickly gave him to the speech that her mother gave her earlier that day before releasing how tired she was. She wanted to go to sleep, but John wanted to come over. "Fine." She muttered before clicking the end button.
She fell asleep before he got there. She woke up around four in the morning, John lying down next to her, shirtless, pants off. She took a moment to gather her floating thoughts before it hit her that John was actually lying down next to her. She took a moment to look at his body. He was gorgeous. Not that she would let him know that. But he had abs, not a 12 pack or anything. But he had them, he was strong. But he also had cuts on his stomach, and legs. He had something that looked like a gun hole healed on his chest.
She was brought out of her staring when John's voice startled her. "Like what you see, ey?" He asked her, humor rolling off his body in waves. But she did, he was sexy and she was wet. And now that she thought about it, she was also cold. She looked down at her body to see that she was still wearing just panties, and the way his hair looked all messy and her makeup smeared from sleep, they looked like they both just had a royal fuck.
John looked down at her chest, her small nipples hard from the cold A/C in the room. He reached out his hand and flicked one of her nipples. Watching her face for any change. The only thing he got from her was a straighten back, which made her tits pop out even more. Maybe she wanted him to play with her nipples. Maybe she wanted him to suck on the tiny little pink nipples while fingering her little pussy.
He could feel his dick get hard at the thought. It was demanding attention, and before Rose could even stop herself she took her small fist and grabbed him through his boxers, earning a sharp hiss at her. A warning sign, a red light.
But she didn't care. She pumped his dick a few times until he was fully hard and wanting to slam it into her until she was crying his name. He wanted to bury his teeth into her skin until he could taste her blood on his tongue.
He pushed her so that she was on top of him. He could feel how wet she was through his boxers. She sighed, a wonderful little sigh while dry humping him, slightly. Just causing enough friction that they both felt it. He ripped her panties off, not feeling bad when she whined. He'd buy her another pair.
He pulled down his boxers, freeing his dick from that tight thing. He hissed when Rose whimpered at his size. He wasn't small. Nine inches, and thick. She was in this too deep, she couldn't back out now even if she wanted too.
She moaned a small little moan when he rubbed his finger against her clit. Feeling how wet she was, feeling how ready she was. "Please, John." She whined in his ear before sucking and biting the skin of his neck softly. He wanted to tease her, though. He wanted to learn her breaking point of when she couldn't take anymore and would beg him to let her cum. Because, oh he was going to make her beg.
Make her beg until she was blue in the face. Finally her whimpering had turned him on to the point where he was leaking pre-cum and Rose was taking her thumb and wiping it on his cock, making it twitch. He couldn't make her beg. Not tonight.
He flips them, so he's on top of her and finally he pushed himself inside of her. Fuck she was tight, and he was thick. Thick and ready to fuck her tight little cunt. He waited a few seconds, waiting for her body to get ready for his cock, before pulling out and slamming back in, earning a scream from Rose.
'Good, I'll make you scream all night.' And he did, he went hard, hard enough where she thought she was going to be split in half, then he went soft, he was edging, teasing them both. Bringing them to the edge just to bring them back again.
Rose was feeling angry and sore. She wanted to cum, and she wanted him to cum. She thought about all the sexy little things she could say to make him do it, to make him give her what she wanted. But she finally thought of the perfect words to make him slip up and lose control.
"Please Doctor, cum inside of me." And the next thing she knew she had hands wrapped around her throat, not hard enough to actually hurt her, but hard enough to know that she was his. He was pumping hard, and fast. She actually thought he might have rearranged her insides at one point, but then he tightens the grip just a bit and she sees stars and her orgasm hits her full force. Tightening around him, which set off the chain reaction, making him cum inside of her. She's still on her high, but she feels it. It's warm and feels so fucking well on her sensitive body. She shudders.
He pulls down and she feels extra empty. He gives her a Xanax and tells her to go back to sleep. The next day at work they act like nothing happened, and I guess that would have been okay but Rose had feelings for John now. And he was ignoring her, opting out for another girl, she had light brown hair and brown eyes. Rose felt jealous course its way through her body. She gave so many lap dances that night that even after she gave John her tips, her cut was 800 dollars.
She steps into the motel, expecting to be alone, and not to see Jack laying down on her. Looking through his phone, bored as hell. He wasn't at work today, but she wasn't about to ask John when he was busy flirting with another girl. He smiles at her before sitting up. She sighs slowly, taking off the dark red dress she was wearing. Leaving her in panties in a bra.
She didn't care if Jack saw her this way. It's not like it's something magical or anything, but the way Jack is looking, all scared, she rolls her eyes and throws on a pair of white shorts and a black tank top. He thanks her, before getting down to the reason he was here.
"I found you a house. With your tips and the actual money you make you can afford it no problem. Plus we already kind of bought it. So it's yours. Enjoy" He said really fast, hoping to avoid the fight that was sure to come, but she was tired. "Thanks Jack, I'll move my shit tomorrow. I'm just really tired. Work was crazy." She said before crawling on her bed, not caring if Jack was still there or not. He didn't like the thought of her being alone in the motel like that, so he made her take an Adderall, and soon everything is in her house.
How fucking weird, her house. How quickly her life has changed in the last two weeks alone. The house already came with a bed and couches and everything she would need, and it already has food. And she's thinking John probably set this up after they fucked. Because she was pretty sure he only gave her that Xanax so she would sleep.
She didn't care. She liked this pill, she was bouncing with energy. She asked Jack for some more. And he threw the bottle at her. Telling her not to O.D or John would kill him, with a serious look in his eye and a smile on his face.
She knew he wasn't joking, so she promised. She looked around her room, not quite feeling tired. She opened the drawer next to her bed, and found another pill bottle. This one for Xanax. She quickly took two, and felt her body calm down enough for her to sleep. When she woke up, Jack was in the living room watching TV, and eating cereal. "Morning sunshine. John said not to bother to come into work today unless you have the house all done, and if you don't then feel free to take me shopping." He said while wiggling his eyebrows.
Rose just snorted and started making some coffee. She needed it. Her body was fighting the drugs in her system and she needed to give her body a jumpstart. Finally the coffee was done, and she was sitting next to Jack while slipping on it. She did need something's for her house, but she felt like John didn't want her there for something else. "Jack, who is that girl with light brown hair, and brown eyes? She's kinda tall, like John's height." He didn't answer for ages, taking his time to look at his phone before looking up at her again.
"That's Reinette, but she goes as Madame De Pompadour…" He trailed off. He was leaving something out. And it bothered Rose. She told him she didn't need any shopping, and that he could leave. He looked kind of hurt, but so was she, by the goddamn lie he was telling by not telling.
Finally around six her phone rang. It was John. Pissed off and alone she ignored it. He called again receiving the same damn thing. He didn't call back and she thought he got the hint until he showed up at her house, in her living room staring her down like she had three heads for not answering him.
"You didn't answer your cellphone." He told her, hands on his hips. He kind of looked like a dad, and she kind of wanted to laugh. "I'm aware, Daddy." She told him, while batting her eyelashes and tried not to laugh. She might have been high. Just a little bit.
"You're high, then." John said, almost as if he read her mind. Rose was pissed off, so what if she was high, they were feeding her other drugs, like weed was going to hurt her. Well it might, she's not expert on this thing. "Yeah I'm high, sorry I'm not like your Reinette, but I needed something to help my stomach calm down enough so I could eat." The words sprung to life like bullets hitting the wall. It was silent. Then she thought 'The silence is coming' And started to laugh. John didn't think it was very funny.
That much was clear when he grabbed her by her throat and started to choke her, harder than last time. His fingertips were going to leave a trail of bruises behind. He let go of her throat to start his attack on her arms. He was angry, she opened a can she shouldn't have, but she didn't care. He didn't get to treat her this way. Like she was some ragdoll.
When he was done, he kissed her harshly on the mouth before walking out the door. John knew right then and there. He had probably lost her forever. But forever didn't have to be so long. He always thought about killing himself, and if Rose left him he probably would.
He thought she wouldn't come into work the next day, but he was proven wrong, his little girl was dressed in a white dress that showed off her body. Makeup covering her neck and arms. If anyone looked they wouldn't see the damage he did to her. But he could see the patterns under the makeup. He could make them out. Even makeup couldn't help her from the grips of his hands.
But she was here, and she was smiling and joking around. And when Reinette tried to come up to him he felt a sinking pit in his stomach when Rose looked away and went to talk to customer. He fucked up, he hurt Rose and he didn't know how to fix it.
Or if he wanted to fix it. Maybe Rose should know what a terrible person he was. Maybe Rose should walk away. But if he only knew that stubborn met with stubborn wasn't going to be let go of so easily.