Or if he wanted to fix it. Maybe Rose should know what a terrible person he was. Maybe Rose should walk away. But if he only knew that stubborn met with stubborn wasn't going to be let go of so easily.
Rose woke up with glitter all over her body. She had scrubbed her body raw, but it was still there. Dancing on her pale skin. Annoyed that this glittery shit was still sticking to her body, she threw her hair in a loose bun, before grabbing her cigarettes off the night stand next to her bed before lighting one up.
She didn't really care if her house smelled like smoke, it's not like she bought it, and she was currently pissed off at John. 'Fuck it.' Rose thought while taking a long drawl off her smoke. It tasted bitter, like how she felt. She slowly picked herself off her bed. Still just in panties, she probably should have thrown a shirt on. Jack usually was down stairs but she didn't care. It's not like he hadn't seen her naked before.
She walked down the steps, counting them, 20. If they wanted her to gain weight they were doing a shitty job at it. If she wasn't dancing, she was walking up and down these damn steps. She was right; Jack was on the couch watching TV waiting for her to wake up. "Jeeze Rose, just because you have a nice body doesn't mean you have to show it to me." Jack joked when he saw her; she just gave him a lazy smile before heading to the kitchen.
"So, are you going to speak to him today?" Jack asked. Rose didn't bother responding, he didn't understand or didn't know, or probably wouldn't care even if he did find out. The last time she was alone with John he choked her, tried to break her down to his level. And it worked, but now she wouldn't speak to him, wouldn't even look at him when she was at the club.
Still wasn't allowed to give private shows, still couldn't see her mother, not that she wanted too at this point. The last time they spoke, Jackie basically told her she was a mistake and would have been better off getting hit by that car with Pete. But Rose swallowed it down.
She wasn't dealing with anything today. Not from Jack, John or her mom. Today was her day off, and she intended to enjoy it the best way she could. Shopping. Her old life seemed so foreign to her now. All old friends lost. She couldn't even call Mickey up for a casual fuck because he was engaged to some girl, Martha.
"I'm going shopping. You can join me, or you can sit on your ass all day." Rose told Jack, before swallowing some of her coffee. Deeming that it tasted fine, she put it in a to go cup before walking back up the stairs.
Putting out her cigarette, she thought about what to wear. It was warm out, summer was here. And the weather was fucking hot. She threw on a pair of short shorts, which were light blue before matching it with a grey spaghetti strap tank top that was low enough to show off her tits.
She threw her wallet and cigarettes in her purse before sliding her feet into a pair of grey flip flops. She already had makeup on from last night, so she just touched it up. She left her hair alone. Deeming it looked fine like that, before walking down the steps again.
She hadn't gained any weight. Her body still looked small. But she didn't really care. A lot of the girls at the club were a lot bigger than her. So when the guys came in looking for skinny, she was right there, smiling a fake smile.
When she made it back down stairs Jack was sitting at Kitchen Island, drinking a cup of coffee. "Ready?" He asked, looking her up and down. Sure, he knew he couldn't touch her, not without John killing him. But he could look at her, she was fucking gorgeous, and while Jack usually liked girls who had meat on them, Rose's body was sexy.
"Yeah. Let's go." She said before grabbing a pair of sunglasses. She knew what people thought of her. She must have looked like such a whore, out with her pimp. But she didn't give a fuck. Because when she got to shop, she was able to relax. And pretend most of her old life didn't hate her, or that she got a little wet when John got so rough with her.
She threw Jack the keys before sliding into the passenger's seat. She wasn't about to drive if Jack was here. He drove better than her and she just didn't have the energy to deal with the shit. He ended up taking to her a different couple of places. She got a bunch of new clothing, but her favorite was probably a tank top that said 'Bitch Relax' Rose thought she could wear it when she went to the club. Maybe some of the girls would get the hint.
They usually gave her dirty looks when she came in, because it was totally her fault that John basically stalked her every move. Dumb fucking sluts. She finally felt hungry so she made Jack take her to McDonalds. She ended up getting chicken nuggets with chips, and an ice coffee.
Jack joked that she lived off coffee, and she just winked at him. It was around 7 by the time they got home. Even though Jack didn't live her, he might as well. She thought he was probably her bodyguard or some shit. John was protective of her.
Jack got the bags while she unlocked the house. The lights were on; they were off when she left. She figured it was just John. But she was wrong. She walked up the steps, to her room. Where she thought John would be waiting.
But when she got there, she saw a bloke with dirty blonde hair, and a bruised face. She was nervous, and she was sure if she screamed he would probably kill her, or hurt her. Something like that. He was looking at her, like she was a toy. And it made her insides twist. It looked like his cheek bone was broken. She looked at his arms, also covered in bruises. Maybe he was crazy and thought this was his house.
"Stupid whore, look what your pimp did to me." He screamed, that probably caught Jack's attention. But Rose was more focused on making sure this dude didn't come near her. She didn't have much luck, he sprung off the bed, trying to grab her but Rose was fast.
She ran down the steps, screaming for Jack. If he was supposed to be her bodyguard then where the fuck was he? The guy caught her, making her lose her footing and having them both fall down the steps. Her body landed roughly, she checked in her mind mentally, to make sure nothing was broken before quickly sitting up. She looked at him. He looked passed out, so she tried, as fast she could to stand up. She did it, she was walking away, or so she thought. He reached out and grabbed her ankle, tripping her. He probably weighed 100 pounds more than her. And she was scared. He had this dark look in his eyes. "He wanted to hurt me, while I'm going to hurt him. Don't worry; I'll have fun killing you." He said before grabbing Rose by her neck, 'Really, again?' she thought to herself before he wrapped his fingers around her neck.
She could feel it, her windpipe closing as his grip got tighter. She wasn't about to let this fucker choke her to death, if he wanted to kill her. He was going to have to try harder than that. She brought her knee up, hitting him in his balls. He let go of her neck, grabbing his balls, screaming he was going to kill her.
"I think, I really think you should get off her." A dark voice said, Rose couldn't turn around to see, but she was pretty sure it was John. So that's where Jack was. "I'll kill your stupid whore, for you ruining my face." She heard a gun click. And said the first words that came to mind.
"Go to hell." She felt the bullets go by her, they landed in his body. Four shots and his body landed on hers. She was grossed the fuck out, but Jack and John moved quickly. Pulling his body off hers, before John was checking her. Making sure nothing was seriously wrong.
She really just wanted a cigarette, and maybe to wash this blood off her body. "I'm fine, stop fucking poking and prodding me." She said, finally. After John was checking out her back. She knew she had bruises. She just didn't know she had one on her face. He threw his pack of cigarettes at her, before telling her to go up to her room.
She knew better than to tell him no right now. She might have been hurt, but John probably wouldn't have minded adding a few more bruises if she didn't listen. So she quickly kissed his cheek, muttering quick thanks before walking up the steps.
She took a shower, letting the blood wash away. Cleaning her body with steaming hot water. Finally when she was out, she settled on a pair of boy shorts and one of John's shirts he had left here. She threw her hair up in a towel before lighting up a smoke. She stepped out onto the balcony, blowing the smoke up into the air. Watching it disappear. She was cold, but the house felt hot.
She stayed out for what felt like hours, watching the stars. Finally John joined her. She didn't ask about the body, she didn't want to know. He just grabbed a smoke, before sitting down next to her, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it on her shoulders. She guessed seeing someone get shot right before your eye does change things a little.
"John. You won't let me do anything, but you keep talking and flirting with that other girl. What the fuck are we?" She finally asked, unable to keep her mouth shut, John sighed before rubbing his face.
"I have lost things Rose, so many things you'll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken, knowledge that would make parasite gods blaze. So just trust me when I say that other girl? She's nothing, she's just another person in this world."
He didn't answer her question, she didn't expect him too. She didn't even know why she asked. She shrugged his jacket off, throwing it back at him before stepping back inside. She really didn't want to deal with the rest of the night.
She crawled into her bed, letting her head hit the pillow. A few minutes later she felt John lie down next to her. He was shirtless, and she knew where this was leading. Rose turned to her side, facing him. He was gorgeous. Really properly gorgeous.
He had shaggy brown hair, and brown eyes. Skinny, but not too skinny. Kind of perfect. And he was here, lying with her. Looking at her like she was this amazing thing. Maybe she was, who knew. But she knew if he kept looking at her like that there was going to be trouble.
He was shirtless, his chest rising and falling with each breath. They were slow breaths, like he was trying to remember this moment forever. Maybe he could, maybe he couldn't. She didn't know, but the way he licked his bottom lip when he saw that it was his shirt she was wearing was almost too much.
It was always almost too much with him. Always intense. He was like a God, looking to come down. Rose finally took a deep breath before leaning in and kissing him. It wasn't like before, this kiss was slow. His tongue didn't demand her to open her mouth. No. It was soft, it was slow. It was almost like two lovers trying hard to remember a moment they didn't want to forget.
He reached his hands up, playing with her loose hair, feeling how soft it felt in his hard hands. John felt her moan in his mouth. And it almost made him come undone. He had to be careful. The last time he lost himself with her, he choked her. Made her not speak to him for a week. This water was weak, and he needed to make sure it held him up properly. But Rose, oh God, Rose. She was his weakness. She was his undoing.
She felt him slide on top of his lap. He was lying down, and at this angle, he could see her beautiful brown eyes, almost hidden behind her blonde hair. John brought a hand up to move it out of her eyes. He could see her eyes, so full of distrust, but another emotion. Not one he's seen since River. Love dancing around in her soft gentle eyes.
Rose could feel him get hard under her. His boxers grinding against her panties. It made her wet. It always did. He lifted the shirt off her small body. He saw her ribcage, sticking out. Her collar bones, her beautiful collar bones that he loved licking and sucking on last time.
He grabbed both of her breasts, one in each hand. Playing with the nipples, feeling how soft they were. She moaned softly, edging him on. He bucked his hips into her, grinding against her. He could feel how wet she was. And he wanted, no needed to be buried deep inside of her.
He flipped her off, so she was lying on her side, looking away from him. He slide off her panties quickly, along with his boxers, before slowly rubbing his cock against her clit. He bit back a moan, feeling how wet she was, how wet she was for him. It was a gorgeous feeling, how tuned her body was to his.
He slipped into her quickly. All at once, letting her feel how big he was, letting him feel how tight she was around him.
He moaned for the first time. He couldn't hold it back, it couldn't, wouldn't. He wanted her to know that he enjoyed her body. Playing with her tits, because, they were so small and perfect. She let out a moan, throwing her head back, into his shoulder.
He could feel it, she was close. And he wasn't far behind. She was slowly losing herself while he was buried balls deep in her tight cunt. He bought his hand down, finding her clit quickly, helping her lose her.
With a loud moan, she tighten up around him. Feeling her orgasm sent him over the edge. He came deep inside of her. By the time her body had stopped shaking and he had come down, he didn't want to pull out. But she was tired, he could tell. He pulled out quickly. She whined at the loss, but hushed up when John pulled her back down on his chest. She fell asleep to him kissing her face where the bruises were.
The next morning Rose woke up with a pounding headache. She remembered last night, and how John and she had sex… Speaking of, he was still there. As her body started to wake up, she could feel his arms curled up around her upper body. Holding her close. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she needed to pee and needed a cup of Jo badly.
She tried slowly to slide out of his arms, but he just tightened them, grunting at the fact she was trying to move. She rolled her eyes before trying again. She didn't care if she woke him up, she was going to pee. "Stop moving." His voice thick with sleep. She rolled her eyes again before responding, "Let me go, or I'll give you a golden shower." His arms loosened up quickly before he rolled to his side, letting out another grunt, that sounded something like "It's way too early to deal with this shit."
After went to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. No wonder John was so worried. Her right cheek had a massive bruise. The black and blue form looked weird on her skin. She didn't like it. So she quickly put on makeup, hiding it the best she could. She probably should have iced it last night, but she was busy.
She went back to the bedroom, throwing on a pair of panties, and sweats, before finding a tank top. She threw her hair up in a ponytail, before walking down the steps. She figured Jack might have been here, and she was right. But he was asleep on the couch. He looked tired, circles under his eyes. 'Poor guy.' She thought before heading to the kitchen.
Her head was still throbbing, and she didn't have anything that would make it better. So she went into Jack's jacket and found what she never thought she'd find on Jack. Weed. With a quick smile she made cup of coffee before going back up to her room. She quickly found the pipe she was looking for, having bought it last week.
Jack was probably planning on them smoking sometime soon. But that was too bad, because her head was hurting and she wasn't waiting for him to wake up. She quickly packed the bowl, before lighting up and taking a small hit. She wasn't sure how high this would get her, and she still had work tonight. If John let her go. Which she doubted, but she still wanted to make sure she could if she could. Taking a small sip of her coffee, feeling the warm drink go down her throat. It was early, probably around 5 in the morning. The sun was just coming up. It was beautiful.
She watched the sky and smoked a bit more, deeming that her headache was gone; she lit up a cigarette, inhaling the smoke. Feeling it inside of her lungs. She laughed at the feeling. John came out soon after. Sniffing the air, he just laughed, which in turn made Rose burst out in giggles. He just shook his head, before leaning down and kissing the side of her head.
"We'll get your eyebrows and nails done today." He said before smoking the rest of the bowl. She nodded her head as a yes, feeling how weird it felt to move her head up and down. She smiled at him. She could feel her heart tighten up when he looked at her, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. He was beautiful and she was falling in love.
Falling in love, no. Bad feeling. She couldn't… She wouldn't love him. He was broken, he was different and she used to be nothing but gold light and now she can feel it turning black. Being around him changed her, and it changed her so much that her own mom didn't even know it was her when she rang her up.
But she did, she fucking loved him. She fell asleep to his beating heart, like a drum. Thump, thump, thump, thump. She knew he was human, could feel his skin, could hear his heartbeat. But he wasn't human, not really. Something turned him to stone, and she felt like if she would blink around him she would wake up in a different place.
They stayed outside until the birds came out, singing. The sun shining brightly. She didn't want to get a tan. She liked her skin the way it was. So here comes the change, here comes her walking back through the door into her new life.
By the time Jack had woken up it was around 12. When he asked Rose if she was high she just giggled and gave her a cheesy smile. They stayed in the house and smoked for another couple of hours. Feeling the drug take a hold of their bodies and they would laugh at stupid things to try to forget last night. But no matter how many stupid jokes Rose made, or how many times John said something, there was darkness in Jack's eyes, a darkness she didn't was ever going to go away.
Finally around two John announced they were getting pizza. They ended up getting cheese and some meat thing for John and Jack. When the food came, John was quick with his credit card. Leaving Rose to pout. She never could pay for anything.
After they ate, John told Jack to take her to get eyebrows and nails done. Saying he needed to deal with something. Something Rose probably didn't want anything apart of. Jack quickly laced up his boots before pulling Rose out the door. I guess whatever the reason was, they wanted her out of the house, and fast.
John sighed, rubbing his face up and down. He was tired, and when Rose woke up and left him alone his body woke up naturally, not liking the loss of her body next to his. And now he had to deal with aftermath of what happened last night. He knew Rose put on makeup to hide the spots.
But John needed to make sure Jack did a good enough job covering up his tracks. He normally did. But he wasn't a hit man; he didn't know how to do a deal break. He threw on his jacket before stepping out the door.
He drove for three hours. Tapping his fingers against the steering well. Not feeling like turning on the music, he drove in silence. Finally he was at the warehouse. A gift from his old friend Harold, back when they were first starting out. Now he was just another competitor. Another guy on a power trip who made his girls call him 'The Master' John rolled his eyes at the thought before moving on.
He checked to make sure there weren't any traces of blood, once that was done he went to the next town over to buy Rose new bed sheets. He was sitting there, on her bed. He wanted to buy her a new bed, but thought she probably wouldn't like it. Not that he cared, but he could pretend for her.
He picked out black bedding. Perfect. Next was to hire a maid team to clean up. He knew it had to be someone he trusted, with that amount of blood on the ground they would know someone was killed there. Taking out his phone he dialed one of his old friends who owed him a favor. Now that everything was taken care. He could go back to Rose's house.
He was going to ask Jack to move in with her. They could all share that house, since he never really went back to his.
After Rose had gotten her eyebrows and nails done they had only killed two hours. Jack pulled out his phone, shooting a quick text before frowning at his phone. He took them out, getting her new shoes and some new outfits for the club before heading home. Driving extra slow.
It was around 8 by the time they had gotten back. Jack was quick, in the house first, making sure Rose was right behind him. But John was sitting on the couch, the house smelled like chicken and chips. She smiled at the thought of John cooking. But stranger things could happen.
He quickly grabbed the bags from Rose before making her sit down on the couch. "Are you hungry?" He asked her, she knew some of her makeup had rubbed off, and his eyes had zeroed in on the spot. Tired of the way he was looking at her she told him yes, shooing him off to the kitchen before she headed up stairs to change.
After Rose left, Jack joined John in the kitchen. "Listen Jack, I know you have a real life outside of Rose. But I want you to move in with her. Harold has made some threats against her and if a low level guy like that could find her, then I know Harold can too." He told him, before putting some chicken on the three plates. "That's fine; I basically live here now anyways. Not like there's anything left for me in my old life. Thank God." He told him before taking two of the plates and heading to the dining room.
John frowned at the memory, when he found Jack he was a low level prostitute, barely holding it together when a man would request for him. But John bought him from his pimp, clearing him from any debts he owed. When Jack asked John why, he only answered with "Everyone deserves a second chance." Jack ended up working for him after that, taking care of the girls. Walking them to their cars. Making sure nobody fucked with them at the club.
Rose finally came down a few minutes later, freshly showered, dressed in a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose shirt that looked like it belonged to John. When his clothes were in her closet, she didn't question it, only took one of his shirts and put it down on her small frame. She frowned at the bump that was starting to form on her stomach. She was bound to put on weight. But didn't mean she had to like it.
She quickly ate her food, shocked at how hungry she was. She would never be able to eat that much without being high. But she didn't bitch; she was tired and wanted to curl up into a ball. "Jack are you staying tonight? Cause if so, you know you can always have one of the bedrooms. I bet sleeping on the couch isn't good for your back." Rose teased. Jack laughed before responding, "Yeah. I figured I'd stay here for a while." She only nodded her head, understanding why.
Finally she was lying in her bed. Curled up under her new blanket. It felt soft, and she liked the way it rubbed against her skin. John joined her, pulling her into him. She was almost asleep before she remembered something. Rose's eyes popped open.
"John?" He only grunted in response, he was tired and he wanted to sleep. "John wake the fuck up." He opened his eyes, glaring at her slightly. "What is it?" He asked tiredly.
"I think I'm pregnant."