Rose chapter 2

Controlled Childhood
Trigger warning: contains spousal abuse and language. Mentions of adultery.Don't read if this upsets you.

Sitting down comfortable after working so hard in the garage, I began to write. I'm writing this journal my family's stories so people later will know our lives mattered. I guess before I tell you about how my mom tried to tame my dad, I should first tell you about my mom's life.

Her dad, grandad Moe, had a rags to riches story. He started out working in his father's small flower shop, and through schooling, was able to get high up in the state senate. He used his power wrongly though. He got close to the mayor of Storybrooke at the time and convinced him to basically let him run the town. Mayor George consented and my maternal grandfather became filled with power.

He acted like a king and started controlling my mind mom especially. Her mom, my grandma, had died shortly before mom turned six. Granddad Moe took over Belle's life trying to get her into politics. My mom loved books however and wanted to be a writer. Moe got really upset and they constantly fought. She almost let out her big secret. She knew Storybrooke's ideas about magic though, and kept it hidden. Until tenth grade choir class with the crippled but sweet Rumpel, and the mysterious Mr. Zoso.

Suddenly I stopped writing because I heard raised voices coming from downstairs.

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"How dare you still see him," Gaston was shouting drunkenly. "I thought you understood you are mine"

"You don't know where I was. I could have been out with Ruby and Ella." My mom shot back. "And I never 'belonged' to you. I don't 'belong' to anyone."

I was hiding at the top of the steps, but because mom said that, Gaston threw a plate at her and I came rushing down. Thankfully mom was not hurt because she had ducked out of the way. Gaston was starting to foam at the mouth and his hands were shaking. "Out with your friends. No way. Not dressed in that slut outfit your wearing. You were supposed to be working."

"You monster. Don't call my mom a slut. You don't even have a job and all you do is drink all day," I shout angrily after I see that mom is fine.

"And your mom dresses like the whore that she is, and sleeps around all day," he fired back pointing at her black tight dress.

"That was uncalled for," mom said getting her courage back. "I work two jobs and you sit on your ass all day. You're a lazy good for nothing rat, and the only reason why I married you was because I wanted a good father for Rose. You will never be a good father, or husband, or even a good man."

During this time that mom was fighting back, Gaston was getting worked up. He threw plates and cups, even books at her. He had foam hanging from his mouth and his face was red as a beet. I knew this would not end well. Still, mom just kept talking, and dodged his missiles.

Suddenly he rushed forward and said, "You married me for my inheritance. You knew I was rich and all you could think about was the slutty dresses you wanted to buy." He started beating and kicking her while I screamed for him to stop. "Please leave her alone," I begged. "Please stop hurting my mom." He actually stopped and I thought it was because of me until he said "So the whore would like to speak." He had her in a choke hold and she was struggling just to breathe. "I'll be gracious this one time, speak," he said as he let her go. Her dress had been ripped down the side and torn on the front. Purple bruises were beginning to appear on her face and arms. I could see blood dripping from her red knee to the ground.

"Say what you want to say," Gaston growled, spitting everywhere. Mom looked into his face and said calmly but fiercely, "I asked for a protector and look at what kind of protector I got." She then gave him one hard slap to the face, which surprised him. "Rose, honey where's my purse. I'm leaving." I scrambled around quickly looking for her purse and gave it to her. I knew I wasn't to come with her, because if she was leaving 'leaving' Gaston she would have grabbed some clothes. No, this is just a cool down.

"Hell no you're not leaving." Gaston suddenly shouted after he got over his shock. But she was already out the door. When she turned on the engine to her car, he grabbed her favorite bookcase and tossed it to the ground. "Hell no she not leaving. I'm leaving." He stalked out of the house and slammed the door. I watched one, then two cars leave this miserable house and drive down Enchanted Forest Lane. Frustrated that no one cared about me, I turned towards the mess.

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After I spent all afternoon cleaning the garage, then getting 20 minutes of rest before the fight, and now I had to clean another mess, well it was exhausting just to think about it. But I knew even mom would be mad if I didn't clean up. While I worked I thought back over the fight. Gaston often talked about his big inheritance. His father was lawyer friends with grandpa Moe and had been very wealthy. When he died, Gaston had got his money, but then immediately squandered it. He tried to act like he still had around eligible ladies. Anyway, right around that time I was born and mom abandoned my dad. Moe practically forced Gaston and Belle together, and Gaston's charming words also helped. Then we left Storybrooke and came to enchanted Forest Lane because mom couldn't take the memories of my dad.

I fumed because Gaston had never been a good man. Even though my dad wasn't either, he would never physically hurt mom. Why she still stayed with Gaston when he was worse than my dad was something I'd never understand. I tried to support her because I loved her, but it was hard. She didn't understand that she didn't have to be married to him. Her two jobs were enough to take care of the two of us. It was only Gaston's drinking habit that was putting us in the negative. Heck, I would even quit school and get a job if she would let me. But I knew she wouldn't; mom values education.

I wish I could talk to my best friend Emma about the fight, but she lives in Storybrooke. She's a lot like me because she has magic too. Speaking of magic, I also wish I could use it to clean up, but I have no control over it. I tried that once and I ended up burning the tablecloth and curtains. Mom also shies away from her magic, but unlike me she was had a teacher. But that's a story for another time.

I finally finish putting the big pieces of glass in a bag, sweeping the floor for the little pieces, and arranging the books in alphabetical order. Tired, I went upstairs to write this down.

Tell me if you think the rating should go up because I wasn't quite sure. Also the next chapter is short and will be updated as soon as I edit and revise it. I will probably be updating more now that school is finally out.