The song of Storm and Rose

Chapter Eight

“Get up. Stop being weak and pitiful.” He said as he stood over her but she said nothing. Storm was constantly fighting the urge to walk away and leave her in pain but a greater part of him felt like it was wrong and it would haunt his conscience the rest of his life. Storm pulled her up by her hands but her vision was completely blurred, and she was traumatized by the event that just took place. “Rose?” She leaned into him and when he tried to push her away he realized that she was completely weak.

“What have I gotten myself into,” he said as she leaned on him and his hands were still beside him. “Does she not recognize who she’s leaning on?”

Rose began to feel really nauseous. She felt as the irritation in her bowels would try to force its way up out of her mouth, but then it would sink back in and come up, then back in then up again and back in. Then back up and this time there was no going back in, she threw up on him completely drenching his tailored suit.

“No! No! No! Not my tailored suit, Noo,” Storm said crying as he looked in disgust at the contents of her vomit that sat on his suit.

“Where are your brothers for the gods sake?” He lamented as he still looked at his suit. “I’ll have you pay for this, you’ve ruined it completely and this was my favorite.”

“He killed my father, he killed him and has completely ruined my life,” she said to him unconsciously.

“Is she sleep talking?” He asked rhetorically. He sighed knowing he was going to regret every step he was going to take progressively.

He grabbed the keys from her hand and unlocked the car, putting her in the front passenger’s seat, buckling her seatbelt. He took off his suit and folded it into a ball dropping it on the floor at the back of her car, then he got into the drivers seat.

“I’ll so hate myself for what I’m doing. I’ll hate this very day but it is a joyous one as I got to see the one and only Rose Blanc in her state of complete weakness, needing me. Very cocky moment for me.” He said as he put the keys in the keyhole and turned it igniting the engine. He waited for a while for the engine to run before he drove out of the parking lot then out of the building.

“I hate him. I hate him so so much .” She kept muttering underneath her breath. Storm reduced the volume of the classical music playing to listen to what she was saying.

“I hate redhead because that’s what he calls me,” Storm didn’t know why but he had a smirk on his face feeling so much confidence and pride.

“He walks around like he’s innocent but I know. I know the truth. His father is a murderer,” Storm stepped on his brakes abruptly shocked at what she was saying. “He’s a liar. A big fat liar! I know he killed them, I miss you,” she started crying non stop, as the tears flowed down her face and she felt a tight knot in her chest,

“They’re a complete set and I’m left with no one but my brothers. I need them to pay. Pay with their blood.” Storm looked down on her before he resumed driving but this time, on a faster speed than he was on.

The drive down to his own apartment was about thirty to forty five minutes. He knew he could never take her to his family house, Robin might have already told on him to everyone and they’re all waiting for him to return so they can rain down their insults on him.

The gates were opened automatically and he drove in and parked in the parking space provided for him in his house. He carried her bridal style out of the car, into his home and then down to his room. He placed her on his king sized bed and went to his cupboard. He unbuttoned his shirt throwing it in the trash bag, searching for a new top to wear. He looked down at her dress and the heels on her feet.

“When she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll be so furious. I love an anger Rose, what’s the best way to provoke her than having her wake up to new clothes in a strange bed in the house of her enemies. What other logical explanation than the worse fear, ‘I slept with the enemy’. She’ll go bunkers and I’m here for it. All of it.” With that, he took her dress off and noticed the bracelet in her hand.

He held her wrist and pulled it closer to his face to have a clearer look at it,

“This looks like father’s,” he said studying the bracelet. “J B? He has a D R on his, I wonder what the correlation is.” He ignored it for a short while as he took Rose’s jacket off her body. He noticed the tattoo written and drawn on her lower waist

22.04 … the day it all fell apart.

Storm memorised the date and made it his mission to look up the date and find out what exactly she had been going on about. He slipped his big white shirt that was extremely big and wide on her and took her heels off her feet massaging her ankles.

“Panic attack” she said while she was deep in her thoughts. “It happened again, and I don’t know how I survived.”

“Panic attack?” He asked her. She nodded her head, “it’s tiring and scary, it’s draining,” She explained. Harry finally buttoned her up and was about the leave the bed when she held him back,

“You don’t seem like the type to be into night stands, yeah?”

“You would murder yourself truly.” He replied to her.

The door to his room was left ajar and Susan managed to come visit especially now she was on a holiday sponsored by suspension from school. She noticed that the girl whom her step brother was attending to was the enemy of their opposing packs. Storm noticed Susan outside his door and decided to rush to meet her. He followed her until he ended up in the bathroom,

“Isn’t that Rose Blanc?”

“Sssshhhh, yes she’s the one.”

“Wow, what’s your plan with her? What are you going to do with her?”

“Nothing.“

“Nothing? You’re bringing the enemy into our home, and you have no plan to finish her off,”

“I’m not about that life Susan,”

“Yeah, says the guy with over a hundred kill count. Higher than even my foolish brothers.”

“Quiet! Anyways, she’s been rambling about stuff. Stuff that I need to look into, stuff that does not concern you Susan,” he said before she could speak.

“I was just about to ask, just tell me.”

“No.”

“Please,”

“No Susan. Aren’t you meant to be in school by the way?“

“Mother says I’m inheriting fathers properties, what’s the need of going to school? The goal is to make money, and I’m sitting on a load of cash,”

“That isn’t yours. School gives you knowledge,”

“My brothers have been to school, and that is exactly what they lacked. Maybe they went to somewhere else and not school,” Storm chuckled.

“Go away from here Susan,”

“I’m going to check on our guest,”

“Don’t wake her please. My ear drums have finally had a rest.”

“Why did you even bring her?“

“The fool is drunk and was almost sexually assaultied, or was she, almost r***d? It’s either of the two. I won’t want that to happen to you.”

“You’re a good person and I wonder why father fails to see it.”

“Now now young girl, I will alert your mother that her daughter is missing.”