A/N: This chapter is short, very short. I didn't want to waste much time on this relationship so it's a fast forward through those few months. Big changes for Rose after this. Also, TY to gabyram07 for the reviews :)

Three months passed and Rose was still gone. She wasn't missing, technically, she called home and told Jackie that she was she was traveling, seeing the world, and she was living a glamorous life. But they were lies, she wasn't traveling and seeing the world. She barely even got out of London. Her life was far from glamourous, she spent many nights sleeping in Jimmy's car and some of those nights she didn't even know where Jimmy was.

Jimmy's band wasn't as successful as they seemed back home. He wasn't booking gigs as often and Rose ended up having to get a job as a waitress to help pay for a small flat that she shared with not only Jimmy, but his band and their girlfriends.

Being the youngest of them all, Rose was probably the most responsible. She was the only one who worried if bills got paid or if there was food in the house. Everyone else just partied, drank and lived a carefree life. Then came rumors of girls coming to see Jimmy while she was working, at first he denied it and sweet talked his way out of it then he started getting angry and violent. He told Rose he was tired of being accused of doing things that he wasn't.

After that came insults, insults about her looks, the way she dressed and anything else he, or the others, could think of. Needless to say, Rose was miserable. She sat alone in her room and thought of how badly her life went. She left school, left home and worst of all she left her mum on her own. She wanted to go back but she was ashamed and didn't think she would be welcomed back.

Then came the worst night of them all. She left work early and when she got home she found the rumors were true. There were several people crowding the flat when she walked in. She had to push through and step over people just to make it to her room. When she got there she found Jimmy with not one but two other women.

She finally had enough, ashamed or not, she was going home. She grabbed her bag and shoved a few of her things in there, she would leave everything else behind because it didn't matter anymore. Jimmy grabbed her wrist and squeezed so hard she would have a bruise shaped like his hand for days. He told her she couldn't leave, he needed her to keep working so they could keep the flat.

Rose pushed him off and told him to go to hell and ran off to the door which he slammed shut before she could get out. He warned her again that she couldn't leave and this time backhanded her across the face. Rose stumbled back, placing her hand on her cheek and felt the sting. He gave her orders not to leave the room then locked her in there.

Fortunately, Rose was smarter than Jimmy, far smarter. She left for work the next day with no intention of going there. She left everything behind and headed straight for the train station to go home, her real home. The train couldn't leave fast enough, she worried that someone would find her and drag her back to her living hell.

She boarded the train and waited eagerly for its departure, checking out the windows to be extra sure that Jimmy wasn't out there, looking for her. At exactly 12:45 she felt the train begin its departure. She watched out the window as it pulled away and picked up speed. Finally, she was leaving this life behind and she couldn't stop her tears from coming. Tears of happiness, tears of fear and tears of uncertainty.