(A/N: So here is the sequel to Abused and of course, Rose just can't escape her drama! Well, I hope everyone likes this story as much as the last one.)

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns everything but the plot and new characters.

(Rose's P.O.V.)

I stormed away, betrayed tears trailing down my cheeks. Christian's warm hand grasped my arm. I turned to him, glaring at him.

"What do you want? To hurt me more?" I demanded, glaring at him. The scene echoed in my mind. Christian kissing his ex, Natalie, on his bed, his shirt off, her clothes sprawled all across the room.

"Rose, I love you."

"No you don't."

I shot up in bed, angry tears dripping from my eyes. Two years, I had left, and yet, thoughts of Christian still littered my brain, just like the broken pieces of my heart, littered all over that damned town. But the memories were still there, they still stung in the back of my mind. He had cheated on me with his ex girlfriend Natalie the summer after we graduated. I fled from the town without looking back. I never wanted to see any of them again. But the hardest part, was saying goodbye to my sober dad and step mom Annie. Yet, I did it, and I left. I got out of the soft bed I had slept in for months now, and walked into the kitchen. My room mate stared up at my tear streaked face, momentarily forgetting the open book lying on the table in front of him.

"Are you okay, Rose?" He questioned, sincerely concerned for me.

"Yeah. Just that dream again." I answered. He knew the dream all to well, having heard every detail attached to it.

"Listen, how about we go to the new club downtown tonight? You need a break. Your mind is claiming you victim and tightening the shackles the more you give into the pain." I smiled, fondly.

"That sounds, lovely, Mini Shakespeare in the making." I teased. He held up his hands in mock defeat before grinning at me.

"You are something Rose." He remarked.

"And don't you forget it, Jeremiah." I told him, aiming an apple at his head, which he caught with ease. He bit into the apple, than smiled his gentle smile at me. He had the warmest brown eyes, and what you could call 'emoish' dark brown hair. And he amazed me. He was kind, and caring. And totally head over heels in love with Candice. Of course she didn't know that. They met long ago, at a skating rink. He had a girlfriend, her name is Celeste. Blue eyes, and light blonde brownish hair, freckles splattered across her face. Than he saw Candice, big soft bright blue eyes, and black hair. The two were a match made in heaven. She didn't know, she was never even close. He was so perfect for any girl, except me of course. The only thing I would ever find perfect was soft black hair and icy blue eyes with a fire in them. I sighed, and plopped down into a chair. I snatched the book away from Jeremiah, and almost died laughing.

"Romeo and Juliet? Really?" I managed between fits of laughter. He turned a bright red.

"Oh shush." He told me, taking it away from me.

"So, you seeing Candice anytime soon?" I questioned. His face turned an even darker shade, if that was possible.

"I don't know. She's pissed as hell at me again." He mumbled.

"You know she'll get over it." I assured him.

"I hope so."

"She will. I'm going for a run." I told him, than walked upstairs, changed into a sports bra and black shorts. I slid into my old cheer leading tennis shoes, still the same perfect, untainted white. I called my goodbye and ran out into the warm August air. I turned on my Ipod and heard Right Here Waiting by Staind. I was so wrapped up in the song I didn't even notice my surroundings, until I smacked right into someone and fell back on the sidewalk.

"Shit." I groaned at the pain in my back. I stood up and pulled out my ear plugs.

"I'm so sorry." A male voice boomed.

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't paying any attention." I told the stranger, waving a dismissive hand.

"Turn around. Lemme see your back." I did, and I felt a liquid like substance spread as his fingers glided over my back/

"You're a little scraped up, but it'll be alright." His fingers than found the black ribbon that has been tied around my neck since I was twelve. Lissa gave it to me on my twelfth birthday. It was a thin black ribbon with a small blood red rose charm.

"Rose?" The man's voice asked. I whipped around and searched his face. I looked at his eyes, the green color of ocean foam, and it clicked.

"Adrian!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around him. He held me tightly, twirling me in circles.

"How long have you been here?" I questioned as soon on he set me on my feet.

"A week or two. Sydney left me about a month after you left. I've moved around and ended up here." He told me.

"Why'd she leave you?" He looked down into my eyes.

"Because I'm just a little too not over you." I threw my arms back around him. This was God telling me to move on from Christian.

"I love you, Adrian."

"I love you, Little Cheerleader." He leaned down and ghosted a kiss on my lips. Though it was Adrian's lips, all I felt were Christian's. It would always be Christian.