All Chapters of Safe Word: Rosé: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Narrator- The tick of the clock hands bounced off the wall of the kindergarten classroom, housing fifteen children, and their two teachers. Crayons colored beyond the lines of their drawing, giggles erupted all over the classroom, as the children completed their final tasks of the day. Cara smiled and lifted her eyes from the folders she was organizing to look out onto the innocent children who found the simplest reasons to smile in this world. Her eyes flashed to the ticking clock and she soon started the mental countdown which led to the ringing of the release bell. Upon hearing the bell, the children cheered and dropped their coloring crayons. They hurried to their personal cubbies to retrieve their backpacks and lunchboxes. "Alright, alright, boys and girls, line up against the wall, Miss Thompson will lead you out. See you guys on Monday." Announced Mrs. Whitey, a short middle aged Caucasian woman with greying red hair, tied in a loose high bun atop her round head. "Have a goo

Narrator- Cara watched with numbing horror the events that unfolded before her eyes. The nurses and doctors rushed into the room. One the nurses pulled a lever under the bed, and the entire bed with her father's frame snapped into a 180-degree line. His body pulsed, while a respiratory technician removed the nasal cannula from his nostrils then moved aside to allow the doctor room to intubate the patient. The tube was in, and the tip of Joe's pink tongue now slightly stuck out from below the tube and rested on his lower lip. The respiratory technician retook his place as he began manually bagging the patient. A loud beeping sounded from the monitor, and Cara's eyes snapped to the screen. The heart rate had decreased significantly. "Patient is bradycardic." One of the nurses announced."Push one of epi, let's start CPR.""Ma'am." Cara suddenly heard in her left ear. Cara's head snapped in the direction of the sound, her wide, unblinking eyes registering a short nurse of Asian desce

Cara- Disbelief. Pure and utter disbelief. That's where my mind was at right now. I looked over at Jason and tried to understand what exactly he believed in, because right now it was hard for me to believe that he had any common sense. From the moment he walked into my dad's hospital room, I knew he was arrogant. The way he carried himself pretty much expressed that he believed the world revolved around him. Because of this sense of entitlement, I can understand why he thinks everyone should kiss the ground he walks on. Too bad I'm not everyone. I flipped the packet back to the first page, and placed the cap back on my pen. I kept my legs crossed, but assumed a casual position of leaning my spine against the backing of the chair for support. Then, placing my intertwined hands on my higher knee, I settled in my seat and waited for Jason to put together the pieces of my defiance. He looked at me as if I caused a sour distaste to fill his mouth. And I smiled internally, thinking goo

Narrator- When Cara and Cindy emerged onto the second floor and began heading down the hallway on the right-hand side of the building, one of the first details Cara noticed about the hall was the choice of Décor. The Hallway itself contained five brown doors in total, with two doors on the right side, and three on the left. In between each door was a large space occupied by grand potted natural plants. The Hallway concluded with a large window, adorned with white sheer curtains that looked out over the East side of the habitation. Nonetheless, of all the beautiful arrangements, the wall decorations are what truly captured Cara. The walls beheld various grayscale portraits of men and women in what Cara found to be very exposing outfits and erotic positions. On one picture frame, there was a woman with darkened lips and a lace mask on her eyes. She was seated in a chair, her legs spread apart, her arms bound behind her back. There was a man standing behind her, and though Cara couldn'

Narrator- The large, almost empty dining room provided the perfect acoustic for the clinking of Cara's silver fork against the white ceramic plate, as she saw to nibbling away the rest of her food. But that alone proved to be a task, for Cara felt sad and found it hard to swallow due to the ball of unshed tears lodged in her throat. Somewhere along the way of burying her father and being taken from her home, Cara found that with every new face she met today, she hoped to see her father's face in one of them. Except she didn't. Joe's face always brought a smile and a sense of comfort to Cara's spirit. Now that comfort was permanently erased. This realization that she would never see her father again, no matter how hard she looked, caused reality to slam back into Cara's being like a rogue volleyball smacking against a human face. Cara sighed and shook her head. The reality of her father's death turned her world upside down. It seemed that her old world died the moment her father's hea