Broken By A CEO

Chapter 9

Rose POV

Her eyes were like fireworks. A burst of colour and vibrancy like no other. She was beautiful. I had never seen a girl so happy in my life and there she was standing right in front of me. No wonder her parents called her that name. So full of charisma and happiness. Gosh I wish I could be just like her. That's what society needs these days but when I saw her now, she was scared. She kept looking at me, looking at my hands.

I look down to see blood gushing through my fingers. I looked back at her to see her on the floor lying in blood that had come from a hole in her abdomen. Next to her was a sentence written in blood. I tried to back away but I was held still like restraints were holding me.

I held my breath. This was a dream, this has to be. I close my eyes but when I opened I saw the same sentence surrounding now my dead parents.

'ITS ALL YOUR FAULT' my breathing had gone from normal to hyperventilating. I was shaking and scared.

What do they mean? It's my fault. Who is is that's causing this?

I walk closer to my mother and notice the rose in her hand. The once red rose now tainted with blood drops. I cover my mouth to prevent a sob from letting loose. I look down to stop the pain but it didn't work until....

Until a hand grabbed my wrist covering it in blood. My mother was looking at me with red eyes in anger. Once again she said the words that I didn't want to hear.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT" then she closed her eyes again and I screamed backing away from the bodies that with every blink multiplied with everyone I cared for being on the pile. All my family, my friends, all dead. I shook more than I thought possible, I cried harder than ever.

Fear, fear is my enemy.

Fear of small places.

Fear of pain.

Fear of death.

Paranoia.

Nightmares.

All things that scare me has appeared in just a week. As I look away, I notice the blood drops creating a small puddle that was slowly coming near me. It looked like a slithering snake.

"STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP!!!!" No one listened as I was backed up against the wall and the blood ran up my leg, up my stomach, up my neck and covered my entire body. I couldn't even look at myself anymore. I closed my eyes and heard ruffling. I opened my eyes to see the dead bodies awake with red eyes coming near me chanting the same sentence.

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault." I closed my eyes and for the second time screamed.

"AHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I jolted up and looked around as quickly as I could. Checking myself for blood anywhere, checking the room for people dead, checking for the same sentence. It scared me how much things had changed in that short dream. My breathing jagged and uneven but then what do you expect when you experience a nightmare like that. I've never had a nightmare before but I now understand. It's horrifying.

It was still dark but I didn't want to go back to sleep so I went to the bathroom and washed the sweat off my face before finally surrendering myself to tears and falling to the floor leaning against the door with my knees against my chest.

I can't remember ever falling asleep until I woke with constant yelling ringing in my ears. I already have a headache from crying a lot. I was on the floor of the bathroom still lying against the door.

"MISS GREENE, MISS GREENE WHERE ARE YOU??" Mr Brooke was yelling. Yes I knew it was him since I've become well acquainted with his yelling. He does it a lot. So I honestly don't care anymore.

"I'm in here." I said weakly and he opened the bathroom door. Luckily I had moved quickly enough so that I don't fall backwards. When I looked at him, he was looking at me frustratedly. Why does he always get annoyed whenever I'm doing just something random. I'm a random person okay, not a single normal bone in my body.

"What are you doing down there?" He asked and I knew the exact answer I wanted to give. It was gonna be slightly funny to me but may piss him off slightly.

"Sorry sir, I just thought since we all walk over the floor like its nothing, I decided to give it a hug." I stifled a laugh that was about to come out. He just rolled his eyes.

"In the bathroom though? Is it because of the nightmare last night?" I gasped. How on earth did he know about the nightmare. Oh crap, the screaming. I have a tendency to speak in my sleep and say the words in dreams. I must have screamed in my sleep.

This isn't good.

I didn't want him to know the truth. He can't. Those scare he and if he knew then he will know my greatest fear.

"Yes the bathroom, I feel better here and by the way I had no nightmare. Oh wait I did scream when my crush sent me on the spooky horror ride in my dream but other than that it was fine." He just merely nodded and left the room. No help? Wow so nice isn't he? I'm glad he fell for that explanation. I would be screwed otherwise. I didn't have a backup plan.

I quickly got up and headed back into the bedroom when I noticed mr Brooke on the phone. His hand that wasn't holding the phone was clenched and he sounded angry. His shoulders tense, his muscles tight against his skin.

I decided to be kind so I went over to him and provided him with a light massage on his shoulders. It didn't work though because he stiffened even more. Yet he still continued his call until...

"hang on a second." Then pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked angrily and i replied with the honest answer.

"You looked tense, i thought I'd give you a bit of stress relief." He nodded and resumed his call but decided to walk over to the bed and sit on it.

Is he actually letting me massage him? Wow!! That's new. His tense shoulders relaxed after a few minutes of being under my touch but he still had a clench hand. Now what are we going to do about this?

His body relaxed as I continued to massage him. I decided just to massage his shoulders, neck and back since I didn't want to go too far. He was very satisfied and leaned back into my touch which made me smirk. He's so confusing sometimes, his face looking frustrated by whatever is going on in the call. Maybe he lost a deal, maybe someone lost a file, maybe there's a company spy that's never been caught. You just never know what's going on. I wasn't really listening.

I was humming a light song in my head, I think it's the song from the latest Cinderella movie. Dilly dilly I believe it's called. I'm not a hundred percent sure so let's just leave it at that.

His body turning to look at me. He looked into my eyes and a wash of oceanic heaven hit me hard on the face. It was pure and natural. Something I've never witnessed before. Is unusual and spontaneous.

I've never been like this with another man. I've had previous boyfriends but none that I could fully stare into the eyes. It makes me feel strange in the stomach as if my stomachs dropped. Is it in fear? Is it in anxiety? I don't know. It's scaring me. I don't feel right in fact I don't feel well at all.

I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up. Moments later mr Brooke came in and held my hair while I continuously threw up everything in my stomach. I knelt on the cool tiled bathroom floor which relaxed my body.

The dizziness is a symptom of the condition that causes this vomiting. The condition is getting worse and I knew it wasn't long. I really need to see a doctor about it.

Once I was done I washed my mouth out and drank some water. It wasn't nice to be sick especially in front of my new boss.

"What's going on?" Seriously no 'are you alright?' Or 'do you need anything?'. Wow how selfish is he. That's just so rude and disrespectful.

"I'm fine." He just shook his head in disbelief before grabbing his phone out once again.

"Hey......sorry to bother you once again but I need you.....it's urgent.....WHAT!!!!!......WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?......ok, ok but you should have told me this before..... It's getting worse and she's just thrown up for a good fifteen minutes and slight blood as well.....thank you.....see you in a minute." He put the phone down and stared right into my eyes.

Oh crap is it because I didn't tell him about the condition I have? I didn't think he needed to know. I don't reveal everything about myself to a random stranger. So why is he so pissed off about it? It's like I killed his family or something.

He looked at me in the eyes and clenched his teeth in anger. He said the next thing slowly and frustratedly accentuating every syllable and letter.

"Why...didn't...you...tell....me....you.....have.......cancer?"