Heeyyy! I'm am so sorry, finals were so hard but I'm done with school for the summer! That means more updates…hopefully. I've also had writers block lately. Okay, need to cover something. Look, guys I've looked at my stat's and I have a lot more reader than people reviewing. I need for y'all to review. It doesn't have to be super long or anything, just maybe a hey, I really like this story, update soon. or even Update. Just something to let me know y'all are liking the story. Sure, I love those long reviews but take what I can get. SO please, please, please REVIEW! If I don't start getting more I might start where I have to have a certain number of reviews before I update. If I do then a lot of people aren't going to be happy because they'll be waiting a while. I don't mean to sound like a bitch but I don't want to be writing a story that people don't even like, a waste of my time and your time. Got it? Good, 'cause here's the next chapter.

~!Rose!~

Rose Point of View

I woke up to an empty bed. I was a little sad at this. I was about to roll out of bed when something hit me, like bricks almost just a bit more pleasant. I told Drake I love him. Did I regret? No. Did I want to take it back? No way in hell. Did I love him enough to marry him? Hell to the no. Okay, maybe if I wanted to marry in the first place I would. Well… honestly, my ideas about no marriage are starting to fade, no thanks to Drake. Was I secretly loathing him for turning me into this huge Damsel in Distress questioning her own beliefs? Yes, yes I did. I laid there thinking how much I was changing. I was suppose to be this badass, not the mushy, pathetic house wife. Where the hell did she go? The only thing I could think of is that she was slowly walking out the door, way too fast. I mean for the sake of Christ, I was sad when he wasn't in bed with me a few moments ago. How pathetic was I? Very. I mean very pathetic.

I ran a hand through my bed tossed hair and dragged my ass out of bed.

I could smell breakfast all the way on the steps of the Manner. Drake hadn't been anywhere in the house, so logic says he's at the Manner. Logic says so.

"No, Rose. Drake's not here. But he told me to tell you that he was in town picking up a few things and he'd be back later," Kelly confirmed. I frowned.

"Damn him, he knew I've been needing a few things from town."

Kelly shrugged and replied.

"Call him."

I rolled my eyes and held up his Blackberry.

"With what?"

Kelly stopped scrubbing the pot she was on and thought for a second. She bit her bottom lip and she looked away.

"Well… um.."

"Where is Drake?" I asked forcefully. She knew, I know she did. She didn't say anything just looked down and scrubbed the next pot quickly as if I said nothing. I felt a uncertain rage coil in my stomach.

"Is he cheating on me?" I blurted. Kelly dropped the dishware she was on and looked at me, shocked.

"No! I'd whip his ass personally if he was," She shook her head blond locks brushing the soapy water. I put hands on my hips and asked again.

"Okay then, where is he?"

"Not my secret to tell," Kelly told me.

"If you love me you'll tell me," I told her. She looked at me pathetically and said.

"I love you so much but nope, can't say," She said. I let out a frustrated growl and stormed out of the Manner.

We had just loaded up the back of the truck full of hay, Drake still gone. Christian and I were cutting the wire from the hay bales, I cut one of the wire so quickly it shot back up and nearly hit Christian. He gave me a look but nothing more. When we had cut all of the wires, I threw down my wire cutters and they nearly it Christian in the groin.

"Geez Rose! Watch it, I want children. Who pissed you off?"

"It's about to be you if you keep talking, and the next time I won't miss," I snarled. He put his gloved hands up in truce.

"Enough said."

When Drake finally came back he had tons of grocery bags.

"Okay, this what I've been worried about?" I asked a bit more annoyed than angry.

"Pretty much," He confirmed. I rolled me eyes and him and started to pick up some of the bags to him carry in.

"Is there anymore?" I yelled from asked from the doorway .

"Yeah!" He yelled back. I spun around to grab the rest when I ran into a brick wall.

Okay, a guy.

A really cute guy.

A really cute guy that I didn't know.

I looked up at the guy.

I heard Drake walk up behind me. I turned around and pointed.

"Who this?"

He spoke from behind me.

"Raven…Raven Chesher."

I spun around on my heel and held out my hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm-"

"Rose - Rose Hathaway, I know. I've heard of you," Raven said, he cheeks going ever so slightly pink. I grinned.

"Oh, was it good or bad?" He cracked a grin.

"Goodly badass," He said. I bit my bottom lip as I tried to hold in a broad smile.

"You can tell me at dinner. That is if your staying."

He nodded and I realized I was still holding his hand. I took my hand back, he seemed to just of noticed it too.

A few hours later, I got all the info.

Raven was Drakes best friend in High school, at the academy, even though Raven was three years older than Drake. Raven fled right after graduation to find himself according to Drake. Now he's back and trying to settle himself. Drake and I had just left the barn after herding the horses in for night, we were still talking about Raven.

"So, he's working on the Ranch? Does he have to be trained?" I asked.

"Nah, we both worked on a cattle Ranch as kids during the summers, he knows what to do," Drake shrugged. He grabbed my hand and I can't help but feel a bit guilty. I love Drake but I just thought of how cute Raven is. I looked away and slightly shook my head.

"What's wrong, Rose?" Drake asked. Shit, he noticed.

"I've got a headache and my stomach's really bothering me, I think I'll call in without dinner," I lied. I looked him right in the eyes… and I felt bad because to be honest, I don't know why but I just needed some space from Drake. We were just always together and well I need some air.

He nodded, believing my lie without a second thought. I let go of his hand and splint to go to our house. I walked into the house and headed straight to the bathroom. I quickly stripped my dirty, sweaty clothes as I walked. I mean, this is my house. I undid my hair as I turned on the water faucet. I'm so, so glad we have a huge garden tub. I sat on the edge, naked waiting for the tub to fill. Once it was I slowly dipped myself into the hot water. It was really hot - painful hot but it relaxed my sore, stiff muscles. I let out a quite moan, partly because of pain of the hot water. My body began to relax at the temperature, once it did. I ducked my head under the water. I popped it above the water almost immediately. I laid back in the hot water and let it soak in. I breathed in deeply and slowly let it out. I closed my eyes and just laid there for a long time. I don't know for how long - hours for all I know. All too soon, when the water cooled off I started to wash up. I put shampoo in my hair and slowly washed as I let my mind wonder.

When I got out of the bath it was hours later and Drake still wasn't home. He probably was drinking and passed out with Tim at the Manner. I slipped on red short shorts and a white tank top. I pulled my wet hair up and slipped out the front door, which I forgot to lock. All the lights at the Manner were out, which confirmed that Drake was probably passed out on the coach. I was barefooted and could hear the muted sound of my footsteps. It was really late - could tell that much. I walked around for a while not knowing what to do or go and yet knowing that I was wide awake. I ended up sitting on the wood of one of empty holding cells that we would wild mustangs in. The warm summer wind blew slightly and I breathed in the fresh breeze.

"What the hell are you doing at past one am?" A deep voice said behind me, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped and fell off the fence of the holding cell. I fell of the hard packed ground beside someone's feet.

"Ooph!" I let out the strangled sound. I looked up to see a grinning Raven. I groaned at the pain coming from my ass and tailbone. I partly fell on the bruise from the horse kick.

"Thanks for catching me," I remarked. He held out his hand, which I ignored and got up myself up, brushing myself off.

"I tried to help you up," He said shrugging. We both got up and sat on the fence again.

"Yeah, helps a lot more than catching me. Which by the way would have been a lot better. Well, you could have actually made a sounds while walking over here, that would have been even better," I told him, settling on the fence. He gave a shrug and dug around in his pocket and pulled out a can of Copenhagen. I made a face. He seemed to notice it and offered the can to me, I slapped his hand away, nearly knocking the tobacco out of his hand.

"I was tryin' to be nice, damn."

"That is fucking nasty shit," I told him. He shrugged and took a pinch and put it in his mouth. I got up to leave. He groaned and put it up.

"Okay, okay. I put it up, damn. Is really that big of a deal?" He asked. I turned and looked at him.

"No, but doesn't mean I like to see people spit and put shit into their mouths," I retorted. He leaned over and spit out the snuff.

"Better?" He asked, annoyed.

"Not really, but better."

He laughed an annoyed and sarcastic laugh.

"Geez, no one mentioned the fucking bitch you can be,"

I looked at him.

"I'm a complete bitch, but I can't deny my own nature. Don't like it get the fuck out of here, plain and simple, right?"

We paused, staring each other down, a battle of the willpowers. After a long and hard glare he finally said.

"We're going to get along just fine."