Hey guys! Sorry about the delay (again...). I've been so preoccupied doing nothing...Anyway, I'm sorry about the short chapter, it's just I've sort of lost the plot of Focus. I have no idea what I'm doing with it now. I will continue to post chapters, don't you worry ;)
Her clothes ripped, her skin bruised, her soul, broken. Rose dragged her tired feet across the stony path leading to the mansion, her hair ruffled and messy. She felt numb, all the event of late were too much for her, breaking her slowly.
As she finally got to the door of the mansion, she felt her legs wobble under her. She didn't have the energy to tried to stop herself from falling to her knees. She sank slowly, her grazed knees begin to bleed again.
She sat staring into the distance, her mind shattered. She cupped her elbows in her hands as the cold morning breeze swept through the homestead. She wanted Connor, wanted his comfort, his encouragement.
Right on cue Connor appeared from the woods, his hands filled with game. He looked towards to her, his eyes lighting up in sight of her. He strode over quickly. She managed to give a weak smile before she leant her head against the mansion wall.
Connor frowned, she would usually be bounding towards him. He jogged over, his face flooding with concern. "What is wrong?" he asked, kneeling down beside her.
She gave a sigh. "N-nothing."
But he could see the dried tears on her face. "Rose, what happened in Boston?"
Suddenly Rose's face contorted in pain, tears forming in her already red eyes. Connor pulled her into a tight, comforting hug, stroking her hair softly. She continued to sob into his chest, balling his robe into a fist.
After the tears died down a little, Connor lifted Rose's face from his chest, her eyes glistening from the crying. "Tell me Rose," he demanded softly, removing her tears with his thumb.
Rose swallowed, was it a good idea to tell him? But it was Connor, he would continue to ask until he got an answer. "He hurt me, Connor."
Hope you enjoyed ;)