Rose walked slowly along the sidewalk, not caring that Cal was already back. Her thoughts we consumed by only Jack. Cal only came into mind when she reached the hotel. Cal was standing in the Lobby, staring angrily at her.
"Hello Sweetpea. You're back." He said in a forced calm voice, since there were some people there.
"Hello C-Cal..." Rose said, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Come on." He walked over and grabbed her tightly by the arm, and starting leading her to her room.
When they reached hers, Cal no longer seemed under control. "Where the hell have you been?"
"On a w-walk. I was feeling stuffy, and wanted fresh air."
"Did I tell you that you could leave?" Cal came up closely to Rose, only inches from her face, and she could smell alcohol on his breath. "You will never do that again, acting like some damn runaway dog!" He paused, and let go of Rose's arm. Rose took this opportunity to back away; she could feel a bruise forming on her arm. "Don't back away from me you little slut. I saw you talking to that scum in the park again."
"He's an artist, Cal. He was showing me his w-work." Rose watched as Cal walked up close to her again. He looked into her eyes, and then kissed her roughly on the lips, Rose pushed him away, and backed up. She could notice that Cal was getting angrier, "Cal, nothing happened."
Cal looked up at her, and then slapped her across the face. Rose fell back onto her bed, and put a gloved hand up to her cheek. She sobbed, and watched Cal through her tearful eyes.
Cal took a deep breath and then took one last look at her. He then turned around and walked away. Rose turned and laid her head down her bed, curling up as much as she could in her corset. She cried silently, and closed her eyes, wishing her nightmare would end soon.
"Hello Sweetpea. You're back." He said in a forced calm voice, since there were some people there.
"Hello C-Cal..." Rose said, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Come on." He walked over and grabbed her tightly by the arm, and starting leading her to her room.
When they reached hers, Cal no longer seemed under control. "Where the hell have you been?"
"On a w-walk. I was feeling stuffy, and wanted fresh air."
"Did I tell you that you could leave?" Cal came up closely to Rose, only inches from her face, and she could smell alcohol on his breath. "You will never do that again, acting like some damn runaway dog!" He paused, and let go of Rose's arm. Rose took this opportunity to back away; she could feel a bruise forming on her arm. "Don't back away from me you little slut. I saw you talking to that scum in the park again."
"He's an artist, Cal. He was showing me his w-work." Rose watched as Cal walked up close to her again. He looked into her eyes, and then kissed her roughly on the lips, Rose pushed him away, and backed up. She could notice that Cal was getting angrier, "Cal, nothing happened."
Cal looked up at her, and then slapped her across the face. Rose fell back onto her bed, and put a gloved hand up to her cheek. She sobbed, and watched Cal through her tearful eyes.
Cal took a deep breath and then took one last look at her. He then turned around and walked away. Rose turned and laid her head down her bed, curling up as much as she could in her corset. She cried silently, and closed her eyes, wishing her nightmare would end soon.