Chapter 16: Rosalie's Story

Nessie's POV

I waited patiently for my aunt to begin her story. She laid there right next to me in bed.

I heard her take a deep, unnecessary breath.

"Nessie my story begins a long time ago. Back in 1933. I was young, only 18 years old, and my life was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I was beautiful, and my family was, well, not rich but we were well off. My father was a successful man that worked at our local bank. He attributed his success to hard work without acknowledging the amount of luck involved. Considering, we were living in the great depression. He used to blame others for their own misfortune and I believed him.

There were things that I still wanted. A family of my own and a husband to kiss me when he got home at night. Exactly what my friend Vera had. She was the first person that I was ever truly jealous. She had a loving husband and a baby boy named Henry. Besides that I was truly happy but my parents were not. They were social climbers, always seeking more out of life even though they already had so much more then most other people of the time. So they devised a plan. One day my mother asked me to take my father's 'forgotten' lunch to him. I was confused as to why she wanted me to dress just to take him his lunch but I did it anyway.

Well the bank owner's son happened to be there that day. I caught his attention. He began to court me and send me flowers. Then a few months later he proposed and I accepted. I was more happy then ever. I was finally going to have everything I wanted. A husnband, kids, a family"

My aunt paused during her story. I had a feeling that we were getting close to the most painful part of the story.

"A week before the wedding I left Vera's house late at night. While I was walking home I heard their drunken laughter. I ignored them until I recognized one of the voice's as my fiancee's. I was surprised that he was drunk because he had refused alcohol in the past declaring that he didn't like to drink. I never considered that he preferred something much stronger. They, well, they raped me. They beat me. They nearly killed me. If it hadn't been for Carlisle who smelled all of the blood I would have been dead"

"I'm sorry" I said in a sad voice. Sad that my aunt had been subjected to the same horrors that I had. In a way her situation seemed worse to me. Her own fiancee had hurt her. Someone she had loved and trusted raped her.

"It's okay Nessie. I got my revenge on them. I killed all of his friends first. Saved him for last so that he would know that I was coming. I hoped that would make the end worse for him-but I won't go into the details" I think the horror I felt showed itself on my face. Although I certainly agree that those men had gotten what they deserved. I wished that the men that had attacked me met the same fate.

"Nessie what do you know about your great grandfather Royce King II?"

I was taken aback by her sudden change in topic.

"Uhh just stories really. Back in Rochester, New York 1933 he met a woman, I don't know her name, but they got engaged. A week before the wedding his fiancee mysteriously disappeared. No one ever figured out why. My great grandfather was devastated by her death though. It was at the advice of one of his friends, John, that he take up a new bride. Which is exactly what he did. It was a month after his fiancee's death that he met my great grandmother Lily. They got engaged almost immediately.

Something strange had started to happen though. All of his friends were disappearing. According to my great grandmother it had unsettled him but that was it.

Then came that fateful night. The night before they were to be married. By then all of his friends had vanished and he had grown paranoid. He was staying in a hotel room guarded by some men that he had hired. My great grandmother decided to visit him. That's when they consummated their relationship. They didn't want to wait for their wedding night which was only one day away. It was the first and last time they ever had sex. My grandfather would not have existed had it not been for that night.

Anyway, less then two hours after she left Royce was brutally murdered. No one ever figured out what happened"

After I finished my aunt remained quiet for quite some time. Until she finally spoke.

"Nessie Royce II, your great grandfather, was my fiancee"

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