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Ch. 20 That's When I'll Stop Loving You

"Rosy get back here," Brittany yelled, grabbing my arm as I tried once more to walk away from her. She yanked me back to my place next to her making Cody and Dean chuckle. She had better be more gentle or she'll pull my arm out its socket and I ain't snapping it back in. "You are going to have fun tonight." I shrugged. Cody punched my arm lightly.

"Come on, Rosy. Maybe Snickers will even come out." Again, I shrugged. I wasn't in the mood to be here right now. I hadn't been in the mood to be anywhere when they came and kidnapped me. I really need new, nicer friends.

"Rosy, we're sick of seeing you mope around all day and all night. All we want is for you to be happy for at least an hour," Brittany said, rubbing my arm gently. A sigh escaped my lips.

"I am happy, I'm just tired." Dean raised an eyebrow, obviously not buying the lie. Damn him. No, matter of fact FUCK HIM. Ugh, tonight was going to suck so much. Couldn't I just stay home and sleep in peace?

"You can sleep when you get home. Now come on," with another yank, Brittany pulled me into the club. Immediately, I squinted from the bright lights that flashed before my eyes. Dean put his hand on my back to help guide me to the bar. Cody and Brittany were going to the dance floor so I wasn't too worried about it. We sat down at the bar seats in which Dean ordered two shots for us.

"I don't-" I started, looking over at him warily.

"Too bad. Rosy, I'm really starting to get worried. This isn't you at all."

"You mean it's not the old Rosy." He rolled his orange eyes.

"Whatever, whoever this is, I don't like it. None of us do."

"I know you guys don't but there's nothing I can do about it." He nodded, putting his hand over mine. I looked down at our intertwined hands for a second before looking away. Dean was my best friend and I didn't want to think of how romantic this gesture was right now. Love fucking sucks. My eyes wandered around the club aimlessly. I didn't think he'd be here tonight. I had hoped he wouldn't be. Yet, my eyes still met his ice blue ones. A fiery rage flew around in my stomach as I turned quickly.

"What's wrong," Dean asked, looking around to see what caused my sudden movement. I forced a smile.

"Some old guy just winked at me, that's all." Dean raised an eyebrow but left it alone. When we got our shots, I took mine immediately. I was going to need it. "Hey, can I get another one," I asked the bartender who smiled flirtatiously at me before nodding.

"Ew," I heard Dean murmur. I looked over to see Brittany and Ray swapping spit. Get a room. Lately, they've been inseparable. If they weren't together then they were texting or on the phone with each other. It's cute but a bit weird at the same time. But whatever floats their boat.

"That's disgusting." Dean chuckled.

"Glad to know that I'm not the only one." His eyes moved on to a new sight and the grin that was on his face fell completely. Shit. "You know…?"

"Yea," I said before taking my second shots.

"So that's the old man who winked at you," he asked as he pulled me closer so that he could put his arms around me. "Cause you know I have no problem kicking some guy's ass for messing with my girl." I rolled my eyes but giggled.

"Oh shut up. I am not your girl."

"Correction: You're not my girl yet." I rolled my eyes again but giggled. Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to him to see his jaw had tightened as he had looked away. Good. I didn't want to put up with what happened tonight nor did I want to talk to him. What would we say anyway? As if there is anything to be said. We hadn't spoken in what seemed like years. "Don't worry about him," Dean said, making my attention go back to him. Oh shit, was I really staring? That's awkward.

"I'm trying." I felt a tap on my shoulder. The look on Dean's face told me who it was but I had known anyway. Reluctantly, I turned to face him. Our eyes connected and a bit of sparkle returned to his ice blue ones.

"Hey," he murmured. I tried to smile but I just ended up pressing my lips even harder together. "Can I buy you a drink?" I ignored him, looking down at the design on the bar counter. My thoughts were going to the dark side again and I didn't like it.

"I'm gonna go dance with Britt," I muttered so that both boys could hear me before hurrying off to where Brittany was bouncing up and down. Since she was already drunk, I have no idea how, she just went along with dancing with me. I didn't really dance though. Well unless you call shifting your weight repeatedly from foot to foot dancing. This whole thing was just a stupid excuse to get away from Scourge. I really didn't wish to be near him right now or anytime soon. At the same time, I didn't wish to be dancing right now. I hadn't been in the mood for much lately. Hands circled around my hips.

"Dance with me," he whispered in my ear. Brittany looked back and forth between him and me, stopping so that she could intervene at any moment.

"Don't touch me," I said, moving my hands so that I could pull his off. I stopped as soon as I felt his skin undermine. It was still warm and smooth like it was before.

"One dance. Please." Reluctantly, I turned my head so that my jade green eyes would meet with his ice blue ones. The gleam that used to be in them had lessened to some extent but since they were pleading, I couldn't help but to nod to his request.

"I'll just leave you two alone then," Brittany said before waltzing back into Ray's arms. With a sigh, I turned in his arms. He looked down at me in frustration and confusion.

"Rosy," he started. I put my finger up to his bubble gum colored lips, silencing him before he could say something that would bring tears to my eyes.

"No talking. Just dancing." He rolled his eyes, taking my hand off his mouth. He intertwined our fingers together, causing unwanted blush to fly up my cheeks. Dammit, why'd he have to go and do that? Stupid Mexican.

"Why can't we just talk about this like adults, Rosy? We're not eleven nor is this a game of hide and go seek. I'm tired of chasing you around only to get silence. We need to talk."

"No we don't. What's done is done, okay? Over. Squashed. The past."

"Oh really? So you're over it?" I nodded, trying not to meet his gaze. He'd know I was lying if I looked up. Even if he didn't, I'd probably burst out crying anyway. "So then why aren't we together again?"

"Because we're not." He rolled his eyes, not buying what I was getting at. Gently but too fast for my liking, he pulled my body up against his. He put his lips at my ear. I shuddered from the familiar feeling of his soft lips brushing against my sensitive skin.

"I miss you, Rosy. And I know you miss me too. We can be happy again. I promise that we can work something out."

"Yea well that's what you said last time," I said, pushing him away from me. Immediately, his hand grasped my wrist tightly.

"Don't. Please don't walk away. Not again." A broken look came upon his face that made my heart crack a bit. I didn't like seeing him looking like that. Broken up or not, I still cared about his emotions. The last time I saw him cry was the last time I ever wanted to see it – ever.

"I'm sorry, Scourge, but I really have to get home." He hesitated, looking down at my arm as if he was debating something in his head. He had better let me go or I will… what would I do? Damn, I'm really not the old Rosy that I used to be.

"Everything okay here," Dean asked as he walked up beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Scourge's mouth twisted into a slight grimace at the sight. Dean looked down at my ex's hand holding my wrist before shooting him a glare. Scourge happily returned it. Not this shit again…

"Would you two cut it out?" I yelled, making them both look to me in disbelief. "I'm tired of this hostility between you two! I get it! You both want me! But I am sick and tired of you two fighting over me! Right now, I just want to be alone! Away from anything with a fucking penis so how about both of you go in a cemetery and play dead!" I stomped off, letting both of them watch me with looks of shock and their mouths hanging wide open. Stupid ass men.

I walked all the way home in my heels. At the moment, the pain of my feet wasn't on my mind. Well it was, just not that bad. Scourge was on my mind mostly. I hated how much I missed him. I hated what caused us to break up. I hated what happened in the first place. I hated that I had to keep running from him. I knew that I couldn't keep stalling the conversation. What I dreaded was the unknown.

I mean, what's the point of Scourge and I talking? We were never friends to begin with so how could we be friends now? Especially with all the feelings that we both know are still there. I love him. I'll always love him but I can't be with him again. Not after everything. Things wouldn't be the same. They never could be. It wouldn't matter how hard me or him tried. Our relationship was over.

Wasn't it?

Tears fell from my face as I curled into my bed when I returned home. I didn't want our relationship to be over. I never did. But I walked away. I walked away multiple times from the love of my life. Just left him standing there in the pouring rain that is the hurt both of us are going through. Weren't we meant to be together? We had to be to. We just had to be! He was everything I'd ever wanted! He still is everything I'll ever want. No guy will ever compare to him. Not Dean, not Cody, not any other douchebag who tries to walk into my life. I just wanted my douchebag. The one who would threaten me when we first started talking. The one who comforted me in the cemetery. The one who took my virginity and then left. The one who saw me cut and still wanted to be with me. The one who loved me for who I was and not what I had to offer. The one who I love with all my heart.

When can I open my eyes and stop feeling this pain? Is this what a real heartbreak feels like? Feeling as if there are knives stabbing at your heart? Having tears fall down your face uncontrollably and no way to stop them? If it was then I definitely don't like this feeling. Eventually I cried myself to sleep but I couldn't sleep peacefully. Not with the absence of his arm around me or his chest to snuggle my head upon. Damn, I missed my Scourgey. I wished I didn't but I did. Love is a bitch, I swear.

By the time I was actually getting somewhere with my sleep, there was a knock at the door. My eyes opened as did my mouth to yell at Scourge to answer the fucking door. I didn't find the man I loved beside me. Just an empty side of the bed. The knives clawing at my heart came back as the present rushed back to my mind. I had been dreaming about the memories, silently cherishing them. Reluctantly, I got up and walked down to the door. As I went, I got a look at the time. Noon. Who the fuck was coming to see me at this time? Everyone knows that I don't start fully functioning till 2:00. At least I didn't look like total shit. My messy bun was even messier from my movement in my sleep but at least my sweatshirt and sweatpants would due.

I opened the door to see Scourge and Dante standing there. My mouth almost dropped from my surprise. I hadn't expected them coming here. That and the fact that I barely recognized Dante when I first looked at him. Had it been that long since I last saw him? I mean those muscles weren't there before nor were those super long legs. He was more than an inch taller than me now. What the fuck was Scourge feeding this kid? Easily, I pulled up a smile at Dante. "Hey mini D," I said, my voice coming out a bit hoarse. Wow, was I really crying that hard? Immediately, he embraced me, squeezing me tight in his arms.

"Hey Rosy," he said as he picked me off my feet and swung lightly. Okay, now where did this super strength come from? I couldn't help but giggle in his grasp and return the hug. Suddenly, I felt bad. Not only had I been avoiding Scourge but I'd also cut myself out of Dante's life. At least he didn't take it harshly since he's hugging me so tight. When he set me back down and released me, I looked to Scourge who was staring at me.

"He wanted to see you," he explained before lightly ruffling the tween's hair. "But I also need to talk to you." Shit. I wanted to make up some stupid excuse but I knew that I couldn't stall the conversation anymore. Sooner or later I knew it was going to come up. I guess we're going to have to go with sooner.

Dante made himself comfortable as Scourge and I retreated up to my bedroom. A new flood of emotions ran through me as the memory of the first time we were in here ran through my mind. Yes I was drunk and what happened was supposed to be a mistake but I don't regret doing any of it. I'd do it all again as long as it was with him. I looked over to see that he had picked up one of the pictures of us that I had laying on my desk. A faint smile came upon his lips as he studied the picture. I walked up behind him to look. A soft smile came upon my lips at the picture as well.

In the picture, I was smiling as I was flipping Scourge off at the same time. He was kissing my cheek although he was holding his hand in a gun shape to my head. Haha, our relationship was so weird. We looked so cute in the picture though. I remember the day I took it. Scourge and I had been play fighting and he threw my camera at me so I just started snapping pictures. That was a fun day. "Do you think we could ever be that happy again," he asked, breaking the bittersweet silence. I shrugged as I looked away. I went over to go sit on the bed so that there would be some distance. He sighed lightly before his footsteps made their way over to the bed. He sat beside me. We didn't speak for a little while. There was only the soft sound of the TV show Dante was watching downstairs. I'm not sure what it was but it seemed like some type of horror show. Probably Saw. Bleh. "Rosy," he said, jerking me out of the trance I hadn't noticed I'd been in.

"Yes, Scourge," I replied.

"Why did we break up after Javier died?" Hearing his name made me flinch lightly as did tears come to my eyes. "Was it because we couldn't take it? Or was it because our relationship had run its toll?" I shrugged. "Rosy, you're the one who took that step so you must know." A tear dropped from my eye as I thought back to the reason of why I walked away. Scourge noticed the tear and one his hands wiped it away for me.

"He looked just like you, Scourge. Eyes, hair, nose, everything. Looking at you those first few weeks were rough because you just reminded me of him. I know that it's not fair to you that I did that but I couldn't deal with missing him. I mean, my baby died in my arms just a half hour after I gave birth to him. You and Dante saw that. You both held him. The doctors even said that he was perfectly healthy. So why did he die, Scourge? Why in my arms did he have to die? Why did the upper power do this to us? What did we ever do wrong?" Tears were streaming down my face by now. Without a word, Scourge gathered me in his arms. His sweet smell of cinnamon buns rang through my nose immediately, causing me to cuddle up against him even more. He held me tight in his arms as I cried. I was grateful that he didn't speak and say something that would unintentionally make me cry more. When I settled down, he pulled away a little to look down into my eyes.

"Rosy, you know that we did nothing wrong. Things just happen sometimes. I know that you may feel like this is all your fault but it's not. None of that was your fault." He wiped away my tears as he spoke.

"But you were so excited to be having a son and-"

"I still have Dante," he said with a shrug. I started to feel a little infuriated.

"How can you not feel any type of hurt over this! Our son is dead, Scourge! Why are you not hurting as bad as I am?"

"Trust me, Rosy, on the inside I'm crying just as hard as you are right now. But I need to be strong for you right now. I can't be crying while you're crying. That'd get us nowhere, now would it?" I looked away, pissed off that he was right. He put his hand under my chin and guided my face so that I would look back up at him. "Look, Rosy, I know that we'll never forget about what happened but we've got to move past that. We can always try again." I shook my head furiously.

"No. I don't want to. Not for the same thing to happen all over again."

"So a couple more years before we try again?" I glared up at him. A small smirk grazed his lips at the sight of me pissed. "You just need some time, that's all." I shrugged.

"I just don't want to risk losing another baby." He pressed his lips against my forehead gently.

"We won't know if we can have another one if we don't try." I hated how right he was being right now. Fucking asshole. Since when does he want to be all wise and shit? "So, will you move past it?" My eyes brimmed with tears again. "I'm not asking you to forget because I know you won't. I just want you to be happy again. Seeing you down like this has to be one of the hardest things I've had to witness in a while." I sniffled, wiping at my moist cheeks.

"Okay. I'll try." He nodded, pulling my head back against his chest. I started to relax in his embrace, soaking up his warmth as if it were the last bit of water on earth. To my annoyance, he started to pull away. I looked up, about to tell him to stay put, when he pressed his soft lips against mine. Damn, they still tasted like cinnamon buns. Wait, no, what was I doing? I pushed him away as I moved backwards to increase the distance between us. "What the hell," I asked, well more like yelled but same thing. He moved closer to me, grabbing my hand.

"I still love you, Rosy. I will always love you. I don't care if you push me off a bridge, I will still have feelings for you. You don't know how much I have tried to get over you. To get over Javier. To get over us. But I can't. I don't know why but I can't. The only girl I want is you. Nothing can change that and nothing will change that. Please, Rosy, give our relationship another chance. I miss you. I miss holding you, kissing you, touching you. Hell, I even miss being annoyed by you." A small smile came upon my lips at that. "Please, come back to me."

"I love you too, Scourge and I do miss you but I'm just scared. What if we break up again?" He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back against him. Back into his warm and loving aura. He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into mine with a passion that I don't think I'd ever seen in him before. I'd really underestimated his feelings for me. He would stop at nothing to get me back. I could see that already.

"We won't, baby. I promise, we won't." I nodded.

"Okay."

"Okay? What does that mean?"

"I mean that I'd love for you to my Scourgey poo again." He rolled his eyes at the nickname but a small smile came upon his lips.

"Damn, you're annoying." I scooted closer to him.

"Mmm, you know it's sexy." His smile grew, a bit of his sharp teeth starting to show.

"Damn straight it is." He looked down at my lips before he started to lean down closer. I closed the distance, kissing him passionately but hungrily at the same time. Not getting to taste his sweetness had driven me crazy these past few months. Now, I was going to take every chance I could to be intertwined with him. "I love you so much," Scourge whispered in my ear after he tackled me to lay down on the bed.

"I love you more than you'll ever know." He smirked before kissing me again. We barely got each other's clothes off when his phone rang. Scourge sighed in annoyance as he got up to fish his cell out his pocket and answer.

"Hello," he said, his accent on full blast. He listened for a minute, his eyes getting wider as did he get mad. "Alright, be there in a few days."

"You're leaving," I asked as he hung up. He crawled back on top of me.

"We're leaving. Me, you and Dante."

"What? Why?" He kissed my lips.

"It's time for you to meet my family."

So, I'm alive! Haha, sorry for not updating in so long. Got a lot on my plate right now but I did make time to work on this chap little by little. I know it may seem rushed and a little predictable but I just needed a tragedy to throw in for some apparent reason. I don't know. Oreos.

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