"I'd better get going, it's late," I said with a smile. Truth was, I couldn't stand it in that room. Her arm wrapped around his. The look in his eyes. It made me furious with anger. No, worse. Jealously. I couldn't stand it since I'd come up with the ugly yet true realization: Jonathan loved Vera. Real, true, pure, red hot love. Royce didn't love me like that. He sent me flowers, gave me kisses, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. But anyone could do that.

No, the way Jonathan looked at Vera. No. Just...no. Royce never looked at me liked that. Not even the day we were married. I was jealous. Insanely jealous. And I had to get out of there. It was suffocating me.

"Let me get your coat," Jonathan stood and walked to the door, taking my coat from the coat hanger. As I walked over to the door, I heard little running footsteps, followed by a little voice.

"Rosie! Rosie!" Vera's son, Henry reached his little arms up towards me. I chuckled and bent down to give him a little hug, "Don't go Rosie!!" The little boy exclaimed.

"Oh, there, there little Henry, I'll see you again soon, okay?" He grinned and nodded. Again, waved of jealously burned a hole through me. Vera had the one thing I wanted the most in the world. No, not looks. Not clothes, shoes, or even a husband. A son. A little, precious, baby boy, to hold and call her own. To watch grow and learn about the world, until one day he was old enough to make it on his own. She had it, and I didn't. And that wasn't fair.

Jonathan put my coat on me and I smiled at them I'll "Have a good night," I said politely before I made my leave. Once the door was closed, I walked quickly. Once I was out of that street, I ran. My heels clicked against the dewy cement ground as I rushed to get home.

"Hey, Rosalie!!" A voice called when I was a few blocks away from home. I turned around to see Royce and his friends. I smiled politely.

"Hello, Royce," In truth, I hated his friends. They were always going out late at night, getting drunk. It disgusted me. "We should probably be going home, dear," I said, stepping towards him. Without hesitation, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close.

"Not so fast, baby…" I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His clothes were all disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was drunk. They all were. I sighed.

"Rosie….you don't look too happy to see me…" He said, "Gimme a kiss," I tried to pull away from him, but he slammed me against the brick building in back of us. I moaned out in pain. His friends chuckled and surrounded us.

"Royce, let me go," I said bitterly. He only smirked.

"No, no, no….you gotta give me something first baby…" He slurred and ripped the hat off my head, throwing it to the muddy ground. His arm tight around me, he pulled me to the alley way and threw me to the ground. I tried to get up and run, but he punched me in the face.

I let out a scream finally, but he took a clammy hand and pressed it over my mouth, cooing "Shh....Rosie….it'll be over soon." I wigged and was able to stand, but one of his friends punched me in the stomach. I let out a terrified scream when I heard something snap and felt an immense pain in my chest. As if that was some cue, they all started hitting me. I screamed out but Royce covered my mouth the whole time so I wouldn't be heard. It hurt so bad. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the ground.

"Now that's a good girl…." They all chuckled as Royce kneeled in front of me. I moaned out in pain, my vision clouded from the blood going into my eyes. Before I knew it, he was ripping my dress upwards and taking off my undergarments. No, no, no! He unbuckled his pants and then…..

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They all took turns raping me. It was like a little game. And all I could do was watch. I couldn't fight. The only thing I was lucky for was that I was going in and out of consciousness from the beating. The scariest part was when they left. They all just picked up their pants…and left.

I couldn't get away. I couldn't move. It all hurt so bad. I was so sore. I was so bloody. So broken. I slipped into the abyss of darkness once more, knowing I wouldn't wake up.