Oreoskidz - I LOVE YOU TOO.

Welcome to chapter two! So, as you can guess, it's kind of modern day Untold Tale, but I've changed bits and added scenes and such. Next chapter will have an added bit. Let me know what you think at the end of this one.

Rosaline hated her home. It was situated in a rough, rundown part of the neighbourhood, on a gungy estate. Fights, theft and murder were simply a daily occurrence. She lived with her mother, Camilla, who worked in a ladies department store, and her younger sister by two years, Livia. Camilla often took on long shifts and worked at the weekends, just to get by, so Rosaline and Livia often had the house to themselves. When they were younger, Camilla would usually send them to stay at the Capulet Manor, which was how Rosaline had got to know Tybalt. Although, after being with her Capulet relatives, Rosaline always felt a little upset and embarrassed by her background. It was nothing compared to them.

By her side, Tybalt breathed heavily and angrily. Hermia had long since finished protesting, and lay slumped over Tybalt's shoulders. She looked around at the houses warily, and then glanced slyly back at Rosaline. Rosaline could tell what she was thinking. Neither of them had ever liked each other, and were always thinking of ways to get at the other. Rosaline knew Hermia was blaming her for what had happened in the park, and was probably thinking of a scheme to get back at her. Well, Rosaline would just have to get her first. Rosaline was bitchier than Hermia, and so Hermia always ended up worse off. Just as the traitorous little bastard deserved.

"Hey, Ty! Ros!" yelled a voice. The couple turned, and Hermia looked up. It was only Shiraz, one of the girls who hung out in their gang. She was dressed in a sports bra that showed off her belly and baggy tracksuit trousers. Giant, clunky, hooped earrings dangled from either side of her tight ponytail. She was wearing heavy foundation make-up and chewed gum.

Hermia grimaced disgustedly.

"You coming out for a bit?"

"We've been out" replied Rosaline "We're just going home"

"It's well only, it's only like, five" Shiraz went on.

"I have schoolwork to do" answered Rosaline "Tybalt, are you going out tonight?"

"No. I have to dump this slag back home first" retorted Tybalt.

"Oh, Ros, come out and we'll have some fun. It's way more fun when you're there"

"I have work to do. I need to get a high mark" Rosaline replied, in a firm, commanding tone. Intelligence wasn't exactly encouraged on the Burry Estate. The key method of survival was to have as many kids as possible and claim welfare for them and live off that. Unlike her friends, Rosaline wanted out, and so she worked hard at school. She very good at keeping her school life and home life separate. But there were times when they clashed. And Tybalt was involved with both of those.

"You're well boring. Why'd you want to go to school? It's shit"

"Just like your make-up application skills" Rosaline sneered. Shiraz gasped. Tybalt scowled further, and then Shiraz's dimwitted chav brain got the message. She was insulting the closest friend of Tybalt Capulet. Not only that, but on her own, Rosaline could be a scary bitch. Hermia raised her eyebrows at her, and mouthed "Run!"

Shiraz did just that. Tybalt snorted and Rosaline smirked. They continued on their way, until they reached the doorstop of Rosaline's house.

"We're here, Rosaline" said Tybalt.

"Thanks for walking me home" said Rosaline.

"Good night, Rosaline" said Tybalt.

"Good night, Tybalt. And...good night, Hermia"

Hermia did not answer, but scowled. Tybalt watched Rosaline walk up the pathway to her house and opened the door. She ignored a red shiny car that looked a little bit out of place parked outside on the pavement and disappeared inside, expecting to see her mother sitting on the sofa, doing some work she had brought home. But instead, she saw a handsome man in either his late thirties or early forties, standing in the middle of the room. Her mother stood opposite him, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

"This isn't a good place for two young girls to be growing up" he stated, looking around the room with disdain.

"If you hadn't left me penniless for that flighty teenager, then we would not be here" Camilla Oftmoro stood up straight, her eyes filled with hurt. Her mouth wobbled the way it did when she was about to weep.

Rosaline boldly took a step into the room, into the view of the stranger. They looked at each other.

He had dark hair, almost black, but with a few greys in, as if he had run a dusty comb through it. His eyes were a dark, liquid brown, and above those were a pair of tidy, dark eyebrows, in a perfect shape. On his forehead were a few, faint lines, although Rosaline knew that he had had Botox at one point as his expression resembled many of the celebrities in her magazines. His nose was straight, and his lips were tight, above a mainly jaw.

"This must be Rosaline" he said in a deep, charismatic voice. Rosaline let her eyes fall to her clothing. He was wearing the most fashionable suit one could purchase in Verona.

"Yes" answered Rosaline coldly "And what do you want?"

"And where is Livia?" he asked, his eyes turning back to Camilla. There was a scamper of feet above the ceiling and then Livia arrived downstairs. Rosaline pulled her younger sister out from the shadows, and they stood side by side. They looked similar – with golden blonde hair, ice blue eyes and the same face shape. Livia watched the man, a puzzled expression on her face. The atmosphere was tense and everyone seemed to wish someone would speak.

"They appear to have grown into fine young ladies, despite living in this, this…"

"Hovel" Rosaline finished for him. She couldn't help it. It just slipped out.

"Yes. Hovel"

"It was not my fault!" protested Camilla "I just said, you left me penniless, on the streets, pregnant, with a young child. I had to beg my sister for money, and even then I could only afford this. I had to beg for her to get Rosaline and Livia into decent schools. I had nothing!"

"Hmph!" snorted the man. He pulled out a wallet, stuffed with bank notes, and thrust a few into Rosaline's hands. Rosaline looked at the notes, and at the man. The only time she'd ever seen this much money was when Tybalt had raided someone's house "Sort yourselves out. I will be back"

He pushed past them. Rosaline stood dumbfounded, holding the money. When the door slammed, and they heard him driving away, Rosaline shoved the notes to Livia and rushed over to Camilla. She had let go and was crying.

"What is it, mum?" asked Rosaline, wrapping her arms around her gently.

"Who was that horrible bloke?" Livia questioned. Camilla grew calm enough to speak.

"That man," she said in a shaky voice "Is Angelo Fulgencio, the Deputy of Verona. He's also-" she broke off to sob a little. Rosaline patted her back gently, waiting for an explanation.

"He is also your father"