Hey guys so I started writing this story the other day, Yes the main Character is called Rose but it has nothing to do with VA or Titanic xD it just seemed to fit the character :) soo I hope you enjoy and read on...

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OF WHAT'S TO COME:

Pain flared though my right bicep, I pulled my arm away from his iron grip, "Don't touch me!" I growled. I could see the anger was dying in his eyes, I knew he didn't want to fight with me but anything right now anything I touch turns violent and against me.
"Please, Rosie," I flinched at the nick name that my late parents gave me, "I'm your brother. Stay, I can't do this alone and neither can you." Everything about him pleaded for me to stay, but I couldn't.
"Nate, I... I can't I'm sorry. I need to get away." And with that I turned and ran.

PREFACE:

Ever since I could remember my life was never easy. Yes I had a very loving family who spoilt me and loved everything about me, but I knew I was never worthy of such love and I also knew that eventually I would ruin it.

My parents had always said that they wanted a large family. And for a few years that had just that. My eldest brother, Cameron; was twelve when I was born, Nate came second; and was eleven, Eddie; nine and Ryan who was three, after I was born last but not least Phoebe came along, but our mum died giving birth to Phoebe. I was always the always the odd one out; all my siblings had either golden blond hair or mousy brown hair and they all had blue eyes, me on the other hand had such white blonde hair and my eyes were extremely dark brown, I liked to think I looked kind of like Taylor Momsen – a girl can only dream.

Me and Phoebe were a year apart and from the first time I set my eyes on her in our fathers arms I knew I'd always protect her. As we grew up it came more and more obvious I was different I was smaller and more curvier than the others they were all tall and very skinny, the boys were giants compared to me and even Phoebe quickly grew taller than me. I was always hot headed even as a small child but when I went to secondary school my temper got worse, I was constantly in fights with other students from the word go.

CHAPTER ONE...

Tomorrow would be my first day of year thirteen (sixth form), Nate joked that it was amazing I lasted it so long. I was lying in bed; the same bedroom I shared with Phoebe. I stared at the ceiling I was kind of nervous, I guess. I sighed and closed my eyes and felt like I opened them a moment later as my alarm buzzed in my ear. I quickly ran to the only bathroom in the house just as Rayan was wondering sleepily towards it I flashed past him and locked the door, moments later as I was getting into the shower he was banging on the door and wining.
"Sorry Eddie, You should have been more awake bro." I shouted back and chuckled to myself.

Once I was out of the shower I walked over to my room to see Phoebe had gotten her clothes for today out and were lying on her bed, I cringed as all I saw was different shades of pink, I gulped murmuring to myself "better you than me" and turned to my own closet. My style wasn't EMO or complete Goth but it did have some tendencies to stray that way, I liked to think of myself as a badass with a hint of bicker thrown in for very good measure. In other words: a lot of black. I pulled out some black jean shorts which had a shredded look to them and a few studs; which I added. Then I pulled out a long plain top which from the front was nothing special but when I turned around the back was like a shredded spider's web. I also pulled on some black lacy underwear and some black fishnet tights as I looked at myself in my mirror; I hummed, what else was needed? I reached down to the tights and started pulling them in random places making bigger holes. I slid my feet in to my favourite pair of pair of boots, they were black and had spikes and studs all over the ankle area; they were very worn in. I did my make up; black eye shadow all around my eyes for a smoky eye look, then a flick of white liquid eyeliner, then black mascara. No other make up as needed. I slid my many rings on my fingers and put my earrings in then walked down to join my family for breakfast. (AN: the out if is on my profile)

I was putting my leather jacket on when I heard my dad "Phoebe, sweetie do you want me to take you to school or is one of your brothers gonna take you?"
" No dad it's alright I'm gonna go with Rosie."
"Yeah dad it's fine I offered her a ride on my bike, it's finally finished!" I said excitedly, I had been working on building my motorbike for a month now, I had brought it cheep off a dealer, it was an old Harley – D and it was far from working. But I had worked my magic and it's now as good as it was when it was first made, if better. I love cars and motorbikes, my mind just clicks when I'm around them, I understand them and I forget the world for a little while.

"What no way? Why didn't you tell us?" my dad was excited as well.
"I know I'm sorry I only finished it last night and you weren't here so I couldn't tell you then and you know me in the mornings" I joked. "How about when I come home after school I take you for a ride dad?"

"Sounds good to me," he kissed me on the check, "Now be careful and have a lovely day, I need to get going." He shouted his goodbye's to everyone and was out the door in a flash.

I waited for Phoebe and I was getting inpatient, "Hey Pheeeeeeeeb!" I called up the stairs, "What's taking you so long, come one let's get going!"

"Alright, alright, calm down, I'm coming!" was her reply as she tottered down the stairs in her all pink outfit. She had on heels as well. I blinked about to say something about her turning her butt around and changing but my brothers all beet me to it.
"OH HELL NO!" They all shouted together.
"Oh come on guys! Rose wears her stuff all the time." I raised my eyebrows to that, "don't look at me like that you know exactly what I mean." She snapped.
"I don't go around wearing very short skirts without tights and very high heels." I stated, "Plus if someone tries it I can show them they don't touch what they can't afford, if you catch my drift." I joked trying to make a lighter atmosphere.
"Drift caught too many times!" a new voice piped up, I spun around to see Ryan's Best friend, Billy, standing there with his usual smirk plastered on his face, I rolled my eyes as he continued, "and yet I never learn my lesson." Ever since Ryan had become best friends with this goon when they were in year ten at secondary school he had always hit on me and I would always show him exactly what I thought about him hitting on me.
I ignored him now though going back to my little sister still standing on the stairs, "Look Phoebe, why don't you just put some flats on for today and we'll talk about this later otherwise we will be late." I said softly, she was the only one who got this reaction out of me. Normally I was hard and threatening or loud and funny, but never soft and nice only towards Phoebe.
"Wow, guys I think I need a sit down," Billy piped up again, "I think my hearings gone, did Rosie Posie Slater just say she didn't want to be late?"

"Shut it, Billy Elliot," my nickname for him, "or I'll shut it for you!" I growled.
"Well... I don't think that's such a bad idea, you know, you shutting... my mouth" he said seductively.
This time I wasn't the only one who growled, although my brothers all knew he was joking around it sounded like he might have gone a little too far this time, I glanced at Nate he was most like me, we got on well as we liked the same things and he liked to protect me because everyone else knew I could take care of myself far too well, but Nate liked to be there me. Nate had risen as Billy said this, which combined with his growl was enough to make Billy shrink back into the sofa. I laughed out loud, "You're a twat, it's too funny to be around you" I laughed, making him smile and look like he achieved something, but then I turned scary and serious, "Get out."
This whipped his smile clean off his face, "W-what?" he stammered in shock.
"You heard me." I said simply, my face must have been terrifying because he murmured something about seeing Ryan later and was out of the door in a second.

As soon as the shut behind him every one burst out laughing, Nate was crying by the time Phoebe came back down the stairs looking a bit more descent. She took one look at us and rolled her eyes, pulling me out the door and called behind us our goodbyes, as I was still laughing.

I died down by the time we reached my bike I gave her my helmet with a mental note telling myself that I need to pick up another one. We hoped on the bike, I made sure her arms were tight around me before I stared the bike. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair as I drove, but it was over quickly as I drove into the schools grounds. I dropped Phoebe off, not wanting her to be late, and went to park my bike I never really cared for school I only stayed in this long was for two reasons; One being Phoebe and the other being art; I had always loved art it was one way I could feel free.

I walked to the reception, "Hey Dorothy, how was your summer?" I asked, I had learnt to be nice to the receptionist and you could pretty much do anything and not get into trouble, it's like she just turns a blind eye that you're leaving in the middle of the school day – it's brilliant!
"Oh hey there Rose, yes my summer was very enjoyable thank you," she said brightly, "and yours?"
"Yeah D, you know how it is," I gave her a big grin, "Um can I have my timetable, please?"
"Of course just bare with me a minute and I'll go and get it." She smiled and walk to the back of the room. I sighed and turned around leaning on the counter I watched as students passed, I didn't have many friends in this hell whole; no one got me apart from Jess and Steve. Jess was my height and had a big bundle of blonde dreadlocks with random things platted in to them, like me she had many piercings. Steve was very tall, handsome, dark and mysterious, and they were dating. Luckily for me there wasn't a lesson where I didn't have one or the other in to keep me company.

I was in my own little world, when I noticed some girls in my year staring at me. I smirked when I realised that it was Katie Palmer, the school slag. I have had numerous fights with her, but she never got the picture; that I don't care.
"Hey girls, how was your summer?" I asked sarcastically in a girly voice.
"Er, don't talk to us."
I laughed, "Now, now be nice." I smirked, "we wouldn't want to relive last year now would we?" Last year I was in the fight of my life. I was walking home when about five of Katie's friends and her jumped me and I fought them all.
At the mention of this some of her friends cringed back behind her; this made me laugh even more, "Hey Katie, why don't you take your friends advice and walk away?" I smirked and turned back to Dorothy who had just come back to the reception.
"Here you go love, have a nice day." She smiled.
I smiled back, "thanks D, yeah see yea later." And with that she disappeared back in to the room.
Suddenly my head was being yanked back and I saw red. I twisted around so I could punch Katie in the face, with that she let my hair go – I was free for a second, but then she was on my again scratching me and pulling my hair. I pulled my arm back and punched her square in the jaw making her stumble backwards; I pushed her to the floor and kicked her in the stomach. With her down one of her friends; a braver one, came at me I pushed her against the wall and began to punch her, but someone grabbed me from behind. I fought them for a few minutes, trying to free myself; I shouted "Let me go, so I can go back to beating the shit out of theses stupid little girls, who think they can mess with me!"
"No." Was my only answer, the guy who had me in his steel grip had a husky voice laced with an accent, one I had never heard before.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what I can or can't do, let me go!" He chuckled, it was a nice sound which rumbled though my body as I was pushed against his chest, but I didn't have time to worry about this guy not yet anyway. I decided to change tactics "dude, yeah let me go I won't do anything, I just want to get to my lesson." I tried to turn my head to look at him but I couldn't.
He seemed to be thinking about if he could trust me, which if he knew me he wouldn't do. Just as I felt his arms relax someone shouted, "Oh hell no! Don't let her go, when has Rose Slater ever been known to want to go to lesson?" I growled I knew that voice!
"Fuck off Kevin!" I screamed.
"Awww it's alright Rosie, if you just calm down then you'll be let out of the big Russian's grip." He said in a patronising voice, I growled again.
"OK," I said to the guy who still had me pinned to him, "You let me go I promise not to go for the sluts but I can't promise I won't hurt the dickhead at the back!"
He chuckled again, "Just calm down a little first, deep breaths-
"I'll deep breaths you when I get out of this!" I growled interrupting him.
He out right laughed this time, "God you're making me laugh more than I have in the last month!" his mouth was now inches from my ear, "Maybe we could get to know each other?" he said seriously, God if his appearance is as hot as he sounds I could defiantly get to know him.
I hummed, "maybe we'll see, I don't even know your name or even what you look like, so..."
I gasped as he spun me around, Jesus! He was way hotter than any other person I'd seen, ever!
He was very tall with broad shoulders; he had deep brown eyes and spiky brown hair; he was dressed all in black, black jeans, black tight top that showed his muscular chest he had a charcoal jacket on and a bag slung over his shoulder. He was hot! And just my type; he looked like a badass.
He now held me by my arms, eyeing me up and down it was making me feel self conscious, and I never feel self conscious. "What?" I asked quickly.
He smiled and shook his head, "nothing,"
"Um, so what's your name anyway?" I asked.
"Let's walk and talk, shall we? I don't really like the whole crowd thing." He smiled and pulled me along as we walked. "Why were you fighting them girls?"
I stood still, stunned, "Dude, tell me your name now!" I was getting inpatient why wasn't he just telling me his name, AGH boys!
He chuckled, "sorry I keep forgetting," I rolled my eyes, "My name is Patch."
"Finally, hi patch, my name is Rose and no, you may not call me Rosie; unless you want a black eye." I said sweetly.
He chuckled again, "hi Rose, so tell me why were you fighting them girls?"
I sighed, "I have been in too many fights and I'm not gonna lie I start most of them – and end them," I added, "but that fight I did not start." I said honestly, "Me and Katie have never got on, I guess were like cats and dogs." I smirked I knew which one I'd be.
"Hummm," he didn't seem to believe me.
"Look you may not believe me, but ask anyone in this dump. But right now I need a smoke." I stormed out side.

So what do you think? :3 I hope you enjoyed I enjoy writing like a badass! :D R&R please :P till next time...