Over the next week I found myself in a bit of a schedule. Andrew was busy with the President and kissing his ass, so I was left to my own devices, with his goons of course, but still. I always found my way to Rose's with a smile on my face. She would be sitting at the counter with a cinnamon roll and a hot mug of tea every morning.
This morning when I walked in I found Rose to be in the arms of a man I've never met. He was taller than the both of us, maybe 6'3? His build was taller, but lean; you could tell he had a military back ground by his stance. The man had longish hair, long enough for him to slick it back to the middle of his neck. He had one of those ruggish looks.
Walking closer to the bar, Rose spotted me and smiled. "Danny!"
"Rose." I said kissing her cheek. The man was handsome even with the scar stretching across his face and his eyes were a pretty brown, not the ocean color I was yearning to see, but pretty.
"Danny this is my husband Patrick." I smiled at Pat and went to sit down, but he stopped me by pulling me into a hug. Hugging him back I began to chuckle a little.
"Well good morning." I said before being able to sit down. Pat sat down with both Rose and I that morning. We ate breakfast well learning more about each other. I was surprised when he brought up the last name I took on.
"You know I knew a Monroe once." He said, his brown eyes studying my frame.
"Did you?" I asked. Glancing at Rose I could see her frown for a moment and then sneak a look at the goons. Patrick catching Rose's actions out the corner of his eye leans towards me and begins to whisperer.
"He was in my unit, good man, saved my ass more than once."
"I bet he is." Pat's smile grew at my mistake.
"Is?"
"I mean was." Pat smiled at me, but pulled back shaking his head. His eyes spoke volumes as to what he believed.
"So I hear you want to get a tattoo." Sneaking a look at the goons, I take a deep breath.
"I do, but I can't." I said hoping they would drop it. Rose looked up at this and decided to fuck it all by coming around the bar and pulling me up with her. Grabbing my hand she dragged me into the back of the kitchen and up the stairs with Pat behind us.
"Miss!" One of the goons shouted.
"She's getting her fortune read, she'll be back in little bit." Patrick explained to them. Both men shut up and sat down. I raised my brow at Rose who just smirked and shook her head. The three of us finished climbing the stairs and passed through two hallways before entering their home. Did I say their house was massive?
We walked into the living room to find a woman sitting on a couch. Her dark hair was just past her shoulders and her chin curved much like Rose's. "Danny this is my mother Shannon."
"You need to know he's coming." Rose frowned a little while Pat smirked, as if knowing.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, they couldn't know could they?
"The man in your life, he's coming for you. He's on a ship now." I shook my head at her.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please. Come get off it girly, besides I see you and I in the future being very good friends." Rose grabbed my hand and tsked at her mother as we sat across from her on another couch. Pat sat down in one of the few chairs.
"Stop it mother." Shannon raised her blue eyes up at her daughter and started to chuckle.
"What? It's the truth." Those same blues eyes turned their wickedness towards me with a smile. "Isn't is sweetheart?" I didn't say anything, refusing to get them mixed in with Andrew.
"Danny?" Rose questioned well turning towards me. I could feel the tears starting, but tried my hardest to keep them at bay.
"Please. Don't." I trembled out, begging them to drop the subject. Patrick sat up straighter well Shannon stood from her couch and sat back down besides me. She grabbed my hand and froze.
"It's going to be okay Charlie." Shannon's voice broke the wall I had up containing my tears. Standing I broke their embrace.
"I'm sorry I have to go." I said before running towards the door. Before I could make it out Patrick caught me around the waist, turning into his arms I started to fight him. I threw punch after punch at him, but he blocked my attacks.
Both Rose and Shannon were glued to their own spots in the living room well Pat and I went at it for a good 20 minutes, him evading every hit I threw, every kick. He was damn good. Tired out I stopped my movements and backed up against their door and slide down, the tears falling freely.
I rocked like a baby back and forth. "You don't understand." I whispered over and over again. Patrick shook his head and approached me slowly, almost as if he was scared to spook me. When he did reach me, he lifted me into his arms and carried me back to his chair. No one said a word as I cried; I cried for everyone I've lost, for the pain, for my family, for what I know Andrew will do to them and if Shannon was right, for Monroe.
It didn't take long before the darkness took me over.