Roses POV

"I said open up!" yelled a man on the other side of the door.

"Who's that?" Jack asks me.

"How am I supposed to know?" I ask.

"You just went out there."

"So now this is my fault?!" I yell.

"If you don't open the door we'll be forced to kick it in!" yells a man.

"Rose, go into the bathroom and hide." Jack demands.

"Jack don't leave me alone again." I whisper.

"I won't Rose, ever, and if we separate I'll find you again." He cups my face and kisses me, the door slams down and a few men with armed guns run in and knock Jack out, the last man to run in was someone I knew very well. Cal.

"Rose." He walks over, looking unimpressed. The men dragged Jacks limp body out the door, and put it safely into a van. I could feel tears on my cheeks, he was away from me once again, and the last moment we had was practically fighting! And now Cal and I were alone.

"Rose dreary, do you know how worried your mother has been?" Cal smirks at me, impressed with his work with Jack. I give him an evil look. Cal walked over to the cabinet at the end of the bed, and simply stroked his long finger against the Rose that was in the vase, and I only just noticed Jack had brought it back as an apology.

"I wasn't worried, of course, I knew you were with him and I knew you wouldn't be very far, you see." He smirked at me evilly.

"What are you going to do now, Cal? Beat me a little more, throw me against a wall, and then ra-,"

"Do not say that word Rose, ever!"

"Why, because you're afraid of it?!" I yell, "You're sure not afraid to do it."

"Pack your things, you're coming with me."

"You'd be dammed if you think I'm going to walk out of here with you, scum!" I spit at him, just like Jack taught me.

"What has gotten into you, the gutter rat has clearly made you crazy!" Cal stomps his enormous foot and swipes the vase off of the cabinet. I fumble back and trip on my bad leg.

"Rose are you okay?" Cal rushes over and tries to help me.

"GET OFF ME!" I scream. Cal stands up and backs off.

"That gutter rat has a name," I steady myself up using help from the bed, "his name is Jack, and he didn't change a damn thing about me!" I step forward closer to Cal,

"but what I'd like to know is who the hell are you, and where is the Cal I grew up to know! You want to talk about change, what do you think made me run away, maybe it was the fact I couldn't choose what I ate," I take another step, he steps back, "or what I wore," I step, he steps, "or what I could talk about," I step, and have him backed into a wall, "or maybe, just maybe who I wanted to marry!" I give him direct eye contact, lift my right hand and slap him on the cheek.

"You're a coward."