Revenge On The Scumbags

She stared at him happily. Her eyes were watery, it looked like she would burst into tears any moment from now. "Rosalie, will you marry me?" Her boyfriend asked again when she didn't answer. "Yes Jackson. I'll marry you." She said. Jackson smiled happily and slid the silver ring into her finger. He stood up from his kneeling position, took her in his arms and twirled her around happily while she giggled in excitement. "Thank you so much for agreeing to be mine baby. I promise that you won't regret it." He swore. Applause rang from different people who had watched the blissful moment between the couple. They were in the restaurant of the hotel they lodged in for the night. "Congratulations sis." Rosalie heard and turned to face her step sister, Rose who was smiling at her. She had accompanied them after persuading her sister that she couldn't stay home alone. "Thank you very much." She replied beaming from ear to ear. "I can't believe you'll be getting married before me." Rose said looking sad. "Me neither. But don't feel downcast, I'm sure you'll find someone who will love and respect you like Jackson does to me." Rosalie said trying to encourage her. "Maybe. But enough of that. I shouldn't ruin you perfect night with my sob story. Let's have some fun to congratulate you and your fiancée." Rose said dragging Rosalie towards her hotel while Jackson left after saying he had to receive an urgent call. Rose entered inside her closet and brought out a bottle of champagne from her bag. She took two glass cups from the cabinet and filled the both with the drink. "Here's a toast to my younger sister who'll soon be getting married. Cheers!" Rose said and clicked her cup with Rosalie's. "Cheers." Rosalie said and downed the whole content of the cup. "Have more." Rose urged, filling her cup again She knew she could hold her liquor, so she didn't mind and drank more. She hadn't finished her second cup when she started to feel dizzy. She looked around but everywhere was blurry. Her eyes were spinning. "Rose, I need to go to my room. I don't feel good." Rosalie said. "So soon? Why don't you have another cup of champagne." Rose urged. "No thank you..... I need to go now." Rosalie said and managed to stand on her feet. "Okay. I'll walk you there." Rose said and held her steadily, so she won't fall. She directed Rosalie to a room and led her in. After that, she locked her inside. Inside, she met Jackson sitting on the bed. "Jackson" she called. "I thought you went to receive a call ? What...... are you doing here?" She slurred out drunkenly. He didn't reply but kept staring at her hungrily. Though her head was spinning, she didn't fail to notice his sweaty face and the bulge in between his pants. "Jack...." she called but was cut of by his lips on her mouth. She didn't know when he appeared that close to her. He kissed her hungrily while she returned it twice as hard. She didn't fail to notice that he tasted different, sweeter. But she didn't mind. He carried her up and laid her on the bed. He tore off her clothes hurriedly and without using foreplay, her plunged into her hard and deep while she whimpered in pain. Outside the tent, Rose could be seen eavesdropping and smiling mischievously. |..Around 6:00 am in the morning... Rosalie's peaceful sleep was disturbed by sounds of people quarrelling outside her room. She held her head in pain when she felt a splitting headache. She tried to move but couldn't because of the soreness she felt in between her legs. Her body felt very weak. There were also blood stains on her bed. She smiled when she remembered all that had happened the last night between her and her longtime boyfriend Jackson Hillary. He had finally proposed to her last night in the presence of her elder sister Rose Tucker. Rosalie became drunk after taking a little bit of the liquor her sister gave her and she pounced on Jackson, and they had s*x all through the night. She stared around her room and found out it looked unfamiliar. Where was she? She thought. "I'm so sorry Jackson, I didn't mean for this to happen." " Quiet, do you want Rosalie to hear your voice? Let's just forget this ever happened." Rosalie heard the voiced and decided to go out and check. She put on a new set of clothes she saw in the closet because the old ones were torn off her by Jackson last night. She walked out of the room and went towards the place the voices were coming from. It was her sister's room. She saw her sister lying on the bed naked with s*x fluids all over her and a naked Jackson. He had claw like marks on his back. She immediately knew what had transpired between them and she gasped in shock. Their heads turned towards her and Jackson put on his clothes immediately. He came out of the room and stared at Rosalie looking remorseful. "I'm so sorry Rosalie, I didn't know what I was doing. I thought it was you I had s*x with last night. Please forgive me." Jackson pleaded. "Me too Rosalie. I'm sorry I slept with your fiancée. I didn't know what I was doing. I was drunk." She heard Rose say too but wasn't listening to them. All that was in her mind was the person she slept with that night if it wasn't her fiancée. "What is that?" She heard Rose asking. "What do you mean?" She asked back as she snapped back to reality. "That mark on your neck." She said. Rosalie quicky picked her phone and stared at her reflection through it. There, she saw love bites on her neck. Her face was filled with horror. "So, it wasn't a dream, it's actually real." She thought. "Who did that to you?" Jackson asked suddenly getting angrily. "I don't know." Rosalie replied nonchalantly. "What do you mean you don't know? You had s*x with someone and you don't know who it was?" One could tell Jackson was already furious. "Yes. I thought you were the one I spent the night with just like you did with my sister." She said. "But don't worry, I'm not upset. I give my blessings to you and my sister and here's your ring." She said removing the ring he gave her the last night when he had proposed and placed it on his hands. She didn't fail to notice the happy look on her sister's face but she didn't say anything about it. "Wait, Rosalie. We can fix this. We can make it work. Please don't break up with me." Jackson pleaded, his anger switching back to the remorseful look he initially had on but she ignored him and left for the room she came out from. "This room must be owned by that stranger." She thought as she stared around. She didn't have the time to observe the room last night because she was drunk. The room screamed luxury. Though Jackson was rich, he wasn't that wealthy to own such. There was no trace of the man she had slept with the last night. Just his minty scent. "This is all your fault." She could hear Jackson telling Rose. "How is it my fault? You slept with me and now, you must take responsibility. My sister has already given us her blessings." Rose replied. Rosalie felt a pang of sadness in her heart, how could her own sister say things like that. It sounded like she wasn't remorseful. Rosalie decided to forget about them. She spotted a wad of notes and a paper on the nightstand. It was obviously from the man she had spent the night with. She picked it up and read it's contents. "If the money isn't enough, come to Hart Villa district to find me." She stared at it angrily. Did he actually think she was a prostitute? She took the note and money with her into the room she was supposed to share with her fiancée. She packed all her belongings and left the room ignoring Jackson despite him calling after her.