Tom stepped out of his trailer into the wide flower field in front of him.
He could see the forceful waves breaking onto the vicious rocks of Brittany.
The rough wind felt cold but put his mind at ease.
He needed to be alone with his thoughts for a while.
The last couple of months had been very weary for him both physical as mentally.
His heart was confused and hurt.
For a long time now he wanted to tell Rose the true depth of his feelings but he never got up the nerve to do so.
Her trailer stood lonely and abandoned, staring out at the dangerous sea and the orange sunrise in the sky.
He wondered if she would be awake.
The curtains were still closed but then again...
Tom wanted to talk to her so very much and there was no one in sight, maybe this was the moment he had waited for so long.
He braced himself as he silently knocked on her door.
No answer.
He felt that the door was unlocked and stepped in.
A horrible smell descended on him and he nearly fainted as he saw the man lying in a puddle of blood with a potsherd forced between his ribs.
Without even closing the door he ran towards William's trailer.
William Burbank was the director, made sure everything happened according to plan and was the group's shrink.
Tom could see be the quietness of the trailer that Will was still asleep but he didn't care.
A hard knock disturbed the peace of Will's sleep and softly mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" he said in an annoyed tone.
His hair was muddled and his eyes still stood sleepy but as soon as he saw the seriousness in Tom's behavior he knew it was something important.
"Something happened in Rose's trailer." Tom said in shock trying to catch his breath.
"Rose?" Will whispered as he ran out his door, bare footed and in his baby blue pajamas.
Tom stayed close to him and looked tense to the white trailer with dark streaks of the rain.
The grass felt very cold and moist under his feet but Michael didn't care.
What could have happened to Rose? Without her, he could kiss his movie goodbye but that wasn't the thought that ran through his mind.
Over the last couple of weeks he'd grown very close to Rose and she had become very special to him.
A fetid stench reached Will's noise and although he couldn't really place the reek, he knew it divined no good.
From outside he could see a puddle of red and his heart raged.
As he came closer he saw a man lying in the middle of it with a potsherd through his heart.
After a heartbeat he recognized the man: Caledon Hockley, the bastard who had abused Rose in so many ways.
Will didn't even feel sorry.
"Tom, you call the police. I'll try to find Rose." he said in a determined voice.
Tom only nodded and walked towards his trailer.
Without caring about the way he looked, Will jumped in his jeans, grabbed his black t - shirt that said 'To beer or not to beer' and stepped in his shoes.
Fighting against the strong sea wind he followed a path that seemed to be used not too long ago.
Looking from side to side he walked slowly passed high oaks and low bushes that carried beautiful white and yellow flowers.
He stopped in front of a bunker where the nettles were underfoot.
Will had a feeling he was at the right place.
Rose stared at Jack who seemed so peaceful in his dreams.
She wondered what he was dreaming about, who he was dreaming about.
There was something about this man that made him different from all the others.
Something that separated him from all the rest.
Was it his deep blue eyes which seemed to pierce right through your soul or his soft touch on her hand?
She didn't know but she knew she would never ever forget Jack.
Silently Jack opened his eyes while Rose kept taking every detail of him in.
"Hello sleepyhead." she said playfully.
"Look who's talking." he teased back.
For a minute they said nothing and just stared in each other's eyes.
Both of them suddenly heard twigs crack outside and Jack quickly got up his feet, he didn't trust the situation.
He saw man, probably in his late twenties, early thirties who tried not to get burned by the nettles which resulted into some very strange poses.
As soon as he saw Jack, he restored his posture and asked in a threatening voice: "Have you seen a young girl passing here last night? She's around eighteen and has marked red hair."
From inside Rose recognized the voice and stepped out.
"Will, I'm here."
Will's face lit up as he saw Rose, safe.
"Rose, you got to get out of here. The police are already looking for you. Tom found Cal an hour ago."
Rose's face turned pale as she remembered him.
"Just go. You don't have to explain. Make sure you're alright."
He threw Rose a little wallet that contained a healthy sum.
"To get out of here." he explained.
Rose nodded and stepped towards Will.
"Thanks." was all she could say as she gave him a hug.
"Now go!" Will repeated again with tears burning in his eyes.
She nodded again and looked at Jack, this meant their goodbye too.
"I'll come with you." he said firm and convinced.
Rose couldn't hide a little smile.
"Are you sure?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.
"I got nowhere better to go." Jack answered with a smile on his lips too.
He could see the forceful waves breaking onto the vicious rocks of Brittany.
The rough wind felt cold but put his mind at ease.
He needed to be alone with his thoughts for a while.
The last couple of months had been very weary for him both physical as mentally.
His heart was confused and hurt.
For a long time now he wanted to tell Rose the true depth of his feelings but he never got up the nerve to do so.
Her trailer stood lonely and abandoned, staring out at the dangerous sea and the orange sunrise in the sky.
He wondered if she would be awake.
The curtains were still closed but then again...
Tom wanted to talk to her so very much and there was no one in sight, maybe this was the moment he had waited for so long.
He braced himself as he silently knocked on her door.
No answer.
He felt that the door was unlocked and stepped in.
A horrible smell descended on him and he nearly fainted as he saw the man lying in a puddle of blood with a potsherd forced between his ribs.
Without even closing the door he ran towards William's trailer.
William Burbank was the director, made sure everything happened according to plan and was the group's shrink.
Tom could see be the quietness of the trailer that Will was still asleep but he didn't care.
A hard knock disturbed the peace of Will's sleep and softly mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" he said in an annoyed tone.
His hair was muddled and his eyes still stood sleepy but as soon as he saw the seriousness in Tom's behavior he knew it was something important.
"Something happened in Rose's trailer." Tom said in shock trying to catch his breath.
"Rose?" Will whispered as he ran out his door, bare footed and in his baby blue pajamas.
Tom stayed close to him and looked tense to the white trailer with dark streaks of the rain.
The grass felt very cold and moist under his feet but Michael didn't care.
What could have happened to Rose? Without her, he could kiss his movie goodbye but that wasn't the thought that ran through his mind.
Over the last couple of weeks he'd grown very close to Rose and she had become very special to him.
A fetid stench reached Will's noise and although he couldn't really place the reek, he knew it divined no good.
From outside he could see a puddle of red and his heart raged.
As he came closer he saw a man lying in the middle of it with a potsherd through his heart.
After a heartbeat he recognized the man: Caledon Hockley, the bastard who had abused Rose in so many ways.
Will didn't even feel sorry.
"Tom, you call the police. I'll try to find Rose." he said in a determined voice.
Tom only nodded and walked towards his trailer.
Without caring about the way he looked, Will jumped in his jeans, grabbed his black t - shirt that said 'To beer or not to beer' and stepped in his shoes.
Fighting against the strong sea wind he followed a path that seemed to be used not too long ago.
Looking from side to side he walked slowly passed high oaks and low bushes that carried beautiful white and yellow flowers.
He stopped in front of a bunker where the nettles were underfoot.
Will had a feeling he was at the right place.
Rose stared at Jack who seemed so peaceful in his dreams.
She wondered what he was dreaming about, who he was dreaming about.
There was something about this man that made him different from all the others.
Something that separated him from all the rest.
Was it his deep blue eyes which seemed to pierce right through your soul or his soft touch on her hand?
She didn't know but she knew she would never ever forget Jack.
Silently Jack opened his eyes while Rose kept taking every detail of him in.
"Hello sleepyhead." she said playfully.
"Look who's talking." he teased back.
For a minute they said nothing and just stared in each other's eyes.
Both of them suddenly heard twigs crack outside and Jack quickly got up his feet, he didn't trust the situation.
He saw man, probably in his late twenties, early thirties who tried not to get burned by the nettles which resulted into some very strange poses.
As soon as he saw Jack, he restored his posture and asked in a threatening voice: "Have you seen a young girl passing here last night? She's around eighteen and has marked red hair."
From inside Rose recognized the voice and stepped out.
"Will, I'm here."
Will's face lit up as he saw Rose, safe.
"Rose, you got to get out of here. The police are already looking for you. Tom found Cal an hour ago."
Rose's face turned pale as she remembered him.
"Just go. You don't have to explain. Make sure you're alright."
He threw Rose a little wallet that contained a healthy sum.
"To get out of here." he explained.
Rose nodded and stepped towards Will.
"Thanks." was all she could say as she gave him a hug.
"Now go!" Will repeated again with tears burning in his eyes.
She nodded again and looked at Jack, this meant their goodbye too.
"I'll come with you." he said firm and convinced.
Rose couldn't hide a little smile.
"Are you sure?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.
"I got nowhere better to go." Jack answered with a smile on his lips too.