Xander's P.O.V
She gave me that look again, the same one as eleven years ago right before the accident.I don't think she realized how it affected me, it hurts, it really hurts.Something in me thought that maybe this time things would be different, my feelings, actions, everything.I still feel the same way, the beat of my heart is the same, the fear and anxiety within me still lurks.I thought loving her this time would be easier because I know, I know what I did wrong, I know how I feel, I know how she feels what she likes what she doesn't.I know her, I know everything. This shouldn't be hard or scary, it shouldn't be bringing back wounds that I tried so hard to hide emotionally and physically.*~*~*~*"Rosaleigh," It's like with each syllable I mutter she increases the speed, we're already sixty miles over the limit.I can tell by the way that she's gripping the steering wheel, the continuous tappI don't know when I got to her side, covering her from the glass shatters and impact of the car hurdling into the ground multiple times.I don't know how tight I gripped the metal poles of the headrest to keep myself from falling, or how tight she gripped onto me.I don't know how many times the car rolled, when the piercing ring in my ear came to life. When I lost my balance and we both went down with the impacts.I don't know when it ended but it did, the car alarm was going off with a piercing shrill in my ear.My vision was black, I could feel a heavy weight on top of me, something dripping off the side of my temples.My heart's hardly beating, my mind moves left and right, between conciousness and the opposite.When my vision clears slightly I realize that the weight on top of me is none other than Rosaleigh. I can't see much, my mind can't comprehend any details but I know they will soon haunt me."Rosie," I croak out causing me to encounter a
It's just silence among us, a few more minutes then the doorknob jiggles and the door opens.What's wrong with me?The water is stopped and I'm picked up, as we enter the room I can tell the temperature has risen.I shiver at the contrast of temperatures, he sets me on the bed and pats me dry in a towel before dressing me up and covering me up in layers of blankets."You were there," I find myself saying.He gets on his knees before me and looks up at me with fearful eyes, "where was I?" Tears well in my eyes, I don't think I'm talking for myself anymore as something says everything I never knew."In the car, you were angry, hurt, scared," "We were in a hospital, you we're crying," a flash of realization passed through his eyes."You don't have to continu–""You begged me, called out my name many times," I bite my inner lip and furrow my eyebrows while my knee bounces.He places his hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing, it does
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I walk in through the door just in time to see Rosaleigh happily trot down the stairs changed and looking more lively.Her eyes glitter when she sees me, "Good afternoon," she leaves a kiss on my cheek and gives me a huge grin.I'm frozen in shock, what in the world is going on?Her smile falters slightly, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind if I borrowed you shirt, I'll go take it off if you want?"I didn't even notice what she's wearing, a simple jean and my shirt, I shake my head and give her a smile."I don't mind at all gorgeous, how are you feeling?" I ask, "I mean after earlier?"She furrows her eyebrows then shrugs it off, "I don't know what you're talking about but I'm feeling great, I was just about to make dinner for us all; chicken alfredo, you want to help? Unless you're tired?" She asks.I pull her into my arms and hug her, she hugs me back giggling. "What's wrong with you?" She asks trying to pull back but I tighten my hold."I'm sorry I missed our date," I say, she
"S-she didn't see me standing by the door when she stuck the knife in the board. When she did, she starting crying, apologizing. She tried acting like nothing happened, took the plate and bowl but dropped them. She was shaking, daddy then she ran out," she remains quiet after that."It's okay baby, she probably got bad news. I'm sorry if she scared you," I apologize on her behalf, she nods her head slightly.I can tell she's still scared, she may not be crying or shaking but her foot never stopped it's movements.I make my way to the front door and look outside, my car is gone and my heart drops.I head back to the office and call Nic, "I need you to track the audi and follow it wherever it is," I command then end the call waiting for no response, I know he would do it.I don't trust her in that state of mind, can you blame me? Last time we both nearly died.Not the time."Where's Rosie?" Lucia asks, I jump slightly and
I ring the doorbell, she opens the door with Nina propped on her hip. She looks like sh*t, her hair is in a messy bun, heavy bags under her eyes and skin pale as ever."She's still sleeping, do you want some coffee?" She offers, I nod and she welcomes me in.The place is a mess, I can't imagine the stress of two children, school and now these news.I follow her to the kitchen where she pours me a cup of coffee and rocks a tired Nina back and forth."It was bound to happen, I thought they would do this earlier than now," she admits, I take the coffee into my hand and take a sip then raise an eyebrow."Logan–despite my warnings–played with the big boys all his years. I wouldn't expect any less from him, now it's finally caught up to him. It may sound bad coming from his sister, but I'm direct not ignorant. My mother was killed by the same big boys she loved so much,"She's adopted.I nod silently, although she speaks with no emotion in her voice. Her eyes give everything off, she's brok
She's finally getting the rest she desperately needs, I ignore the ringing of her phone the first few times but eventually I get up and look for it.I find it between the couch cushions, Lucia's name flashes on the screen. Reluctantly I answer it, quiet sniveling meets my ears."Rosie?" Her voice is cracking, I look down at who she wants to be talking to. As much as I want to give her the phone, I want her to sleep even more."Is it true?" She asks, I face palm myself. Of course, if I saw the articles what's stopping Lucia from seeing them.This case shouldn't even be this big that these news are already out there into the world."Lucia," I whisper as she starts to softly sob into the microphone, I run my hand through my hair feeling sh*tty.She continues to cry, I don't tell her to stop crying or that she'll be fine. She probably won't, Logan may not have been present as much but he was her brother and it won't be the same.It was better that that wasn't there but they had this comfo
When seven hits I leave him and go take a shower then clean up our room, now I'm in the kitchen wondering what I should make for breakfast.I'm craving pastries, but for breakfast? I quickly whip up some waffles, hash browns and eggs then bake.I thought of nothing specific, I just started baking whatever felt right. An hour or so later rapid footsteps meet my ears."I smell brownies...and ice cream!" I look down at the bowl in my hands with wide eyes.Noelle appears first then Lucia, I can see a slight smile on her face. Their eyes rake over the counter; brownies, muffins–cappuccino, vanilla and chocolate– ravioli, apple dumplings.Now currently in the ovens, mixed flavors cookies, blueberry pie and a cake.Xander appears and looks at the counter too, "Is it too much?" I ask, I'll just share some with everyone.The girls reach out to the pastries but I stop them, "after breakfast," I tell them, Lucia gives me this look that says hypocrite but I ignore it.Taking their plates out of t