All Chapters of Blood And Roses: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  The beautiful sun rays peaked lightly through the curtains into my brightly colored room. My blow drier vibrated in my palm as I did a mental countdown of my everyday morning routine before school . My bed side clock gleamed brightly at me and I sighed using my slender fingers to even out the invincible creases on my school uniform. I was dreading the fact that it'll only be a matter of minutes before the usual morning crises starts all over again. I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at my reflection once more in the beautiful French dresser in my room. "Come here Roselle!! Mummy's running late. Don't be a naughty girl sweet heart, we've got to make it to school in five!!" My mother's voice boomed loudly throughout the house I searched frantically around the room, racking my brain for a new place to hide, one nobody would think of easily and a mischievous grin worked it's way

I couldn't stop the feeling of butter flies in my stomach. I took a long shower, using my favorite scented fruity body wash and shampoo. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom to get ready. I giggled excited at my reflection and forced myself to get ready. I brushed my long chocolate brown hair a trait I got from my mom. I decide to add some plaits and smile contentedly when it comes out perfectly. I should ask mom for some mascara but my bright blue orbs are already standing out. I put on my dress and shoes with a wide grin, applied some gloss and hurried downstairs. "Here comes my princess!!", Dad said, watching me descend the stairs. "You look good rose", Royce added with a playful snort.. "Thanks Royce." I replied with a smile. Dad was dressed in one of his tailored tux and Mom wore a dress

I ran faster and harder. Fatigue settled hard on my muscles and I could barely breathe but I kept going. My pretty dress was ripped in multiple places and blood and dirt decorated the once flawless fabric. My ankles were sore and red from the exercise and pebbles rolled under my feet, causing the joint to twist in an uncomfortable manner. Pain shot upwards from my sprained ankle to my whole body. I grew light-headed, weaker and tired with every single step. My shoulders felt as if I was carrying a concrete wall, an invisible chain tugged at my calves and my loafers threatening to bring me down to my knees. I pushed myself, recalling my father's pleading eyes when he asked me to run and determination set in. I limped forward. The days event kept flashing inside my head. How did we move from being so happy a few hours ago to being...... Bile rose at the back of my throat and for the first time since I started run

Adjusting to my new routine wasn't difficult. It turned out the Smith's were not as decent and respectable as they posed . I did everything a help would do and even more. The chores seemed never ending and Richard was a bigger pain in the butt. He tried forcing himself on me twice but I turned him down and that seemed to put me on his bad side.I would be beaten up, starved and made to clean up after their mess time and again. It was like reliving another nightmare. This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it.I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.He was hardly at home and whenever he returned, he was m

 RICHARD'S POV.The drive from my house to Dimitri's was a long one and throughout the drive, my thoughts were fixated on our most recent consignment. It was long past due for arrival and Dimitri was already running out of patience. The damn old man was too smart and unforgiving and the only reason he let papa get away with his many mistakes was because we were family."Boss? There's a call for you", one of my men said and handed me the phone."