The Beginning to an end

Chapter Twelve:

Rose POV

“What the hell is going on now!?” I went to step into the kitchen but never made it that far as I was pinned up against the wall by a couple unknown guys. I could hear everyone trying to come in and see what was going on but heard them stop as a bunch of guys surrounded them and had guns pointed at them which pissed me off. “What the f**k?! Who the f**k are you and what the hell is going on!?”

“Is this her?” I looked forward to see two really good looking guys staring at me. The one that spoke looked to be about 6’2 give or take. His eyes looked to be a little darker shade of blue than Drake’s were, his hair was brown and had some curl to it; everything went perfectly with his olive skin. As the other guy came closer and I got a better look at him, he had the same eyes and skin tone as the other guy but his hair was more of a reddish brown and he seemed to be a foot or so taller then the other guy. The guys who were holding me let go and backed away while the two guys stood in front of me. ‘They must be brothers’ I thought as they stepped closer to me. “I asked if this is your daughter, Sebastian.” 

“Yes, she is.”

“In my opinion, she looks nothing like you or your wife.”

“Just what are you trying to say, Remus!?” my dad growled at the guy I now know is Remus.

“What’s your name?”

“Don’t talk to her!” my dad tried to push past the two of them only to be shoved away by a few of the other guys, who I think were bodyguards or something; I watched as he ran into the counter. I never broke eye contact with Remus and his brother.

“I wouldn’t do that. Don’t get in the way Sebastian or you will regret it. Now, what’s your name sweetheart?”

“You first.” I glared them and crossed my arms over my chest. They looked at each other before smirking.

“I like her, Remus. She’s funny, not to mention beautiful and feisty. She would fit in perfectly, don’t you think?”

“I do but let’s save this for later, shall we? This is my last time asking sweetheart; what’s your name?”

“Why do you keep asking me when I know you already know it?”

“Excuse me?”

“You asked if I was their daughter which means that you did minimum to a lot of research on my parents and me.”

“Haha smart too.”

“Yes we already did research on you and your family but we want you to tell us your name.” I stood there staring at them before sighing.

“Rose. My name is Rose.”

“Full name. Complete full name.”

“Rosalind Marie Meyers but I prefer to be called Rose. It’s less of a mouthful. And you are?” I looked at the brother whose name I didn’t know

“The name’s Nicoló but everyone calls me Nico.”

“I’m…”

“Remus.” he nodded before leaning down and really close to my face. I leaned back as far as I could as Nico did the same.

“Are your eyes really this beautiful of a chocolate brown?” I didn’t say anything before answering.

“Yes” they stared at me before Remus snapped his fingers and a bunch of men came in with my friends. I saw Phoebe on the verge of crying as a gun was bring pointed at her head as I glared at the brothers while they smirked.

“You’re lying, Rose. And we don’t like liars.”

“What do you want!?” I said through gritted teeth. I looked over at Drake and saw him calm. I looked at the twins and saw they were the same way. Shouldn’t they be scared or worried like Fee? 

“We want you to be honest with us. That’s all we ask right now. And if you don’t…” I watched as Remus lifted his hand and the safeties on the guns were clicked off and men pointed guns at my parents. “The people closest to you will pay for it. Do we have a deal?”

“Why are you doing this!? Who are you!?”

“Do. We. Have. A. Deal?”

“Yes. Fine. Whatever. Ask your damn questions so you can get out of my f*****g house!” the next second a hand hit the area next to my hand and I glared at Remus.

“Language little girl” I leaned forward as I said in the cold voice, staring right into his eyes. 

“Or what? You’ll kill me? Go ahead and try, let’s see how far you get. That’s what I thought. Now ask your questions so you can leave.”

“Are your eyes normally brown?”

“No.”

“Are you wearing contacts?”

“Obviously.” I heard Nico snort while I looked directly at Remus who didn’t look happy.

“Is this you natural hair color?”

“No.”

“What is you natural hair color?”

“Auburn with copper highlights”

“And your eyes?” I looked at my friends and then at the guys holding the guns before looking at my parents. They looked scared, pissed off and were glaring at me.

“Rose” I looked at Nico as he leaned down to look directly into my eyes.

“What color are your eyes?”

“Green”

“Show us please.” 

I took a deep breath as I reached up to take out my contacts. While I was, I heard someone walking around the kitchen, opening and slamming cupboard doors and drawers. Once I had them out I kept my eyes shut so my eyes could adjust to not having them in and jumped when I felt a hand brush against mine.

“It’s ok. Give me the contacts. I have a small bowl to put them in.” As Nico spoke I felt Remus softly stroke my cheek.

“Open your eyes, Rose.” As I opened my eyes, it felt like the air around us froze. Everyone was staring at me and I looked at Phoebe who smiled as a few tears ran down her cheeks. I looked at Drake, Alex and Justin as they stared at me. I felt a finger under my chin, guiding my face to look up at Remus and Nico.

“Damn.. Once her hair goes back to auburn, she would look just like him. Right?”

“Yes she would. This changes everything. I thought it would be a joke when we found that letter in his office but I guess it’s true.” I was trying not to freak out as I looked between the brothers before looking at Phoebe. My head was starting to hurt more and more and it was getting to the point where I think I might pass out soon. It was taking all of my strength to keep standing.

“What do you mean ‘it’s true’? What’s true?” they ignored me as they turned and looked at my parents.

“You lied. Sebastian. You said she was your daughter when it’s clear she’s not. She looks nothing like you two, nothing at all.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course she’s our daughter!” my parents shouted together.

“Oh really? Then why are there no pictures before what looks like her being six or seven? Huh? Most parents have all kinds of photos of their kids ranging from after they are born to them growing up; I know our parents are like that. Yet the oldest photo of her looks to be from when she was six. Why is that if she is your daughter as you say she is yet, again, she looks nothing like both of you?” what they’re saying makes sense if I think about it… no matter how hard or long I searched the house for, I never found any pictures taken before I was six. They would always get mad at how much I looked like my uncle who didn’t look like my dad except mainly for his the eyes. Is it true? Am I not their daughter? Am I adopted? No. It can’t be true. I’m not adopted. I’m Ruby and Sebastian Meyers daughter. I am Rosalind Meyers. I didn’t know what was happening anymore. I could hear people yelling, things being thrown at the wall. I looked up and saw my dad, no, Sebastian fighting Remus and trying to fight Nicoló at the same time. I looked over and saw that Drake and the twins had broken free and were fighting the bodyguards two or three at a time. 

I looked at Phoebe and saw her struggling in the arms of one of the guards. She was staring at me looking worried and fought harder as I leaned back against the wall, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore so I leaned my weight against the wall. It was getting harder and harder to breathe and the kitchen was starting to spin. The shouting got worse and so did the fighting. I watched as Drake tried to run to me but was stopped by more men. I watched as Ruby tried to get out of the grasp of the men holding her but failed and watched as her husband tried to fight both Remus and Nicoló.

The only thing going through my mind is that I’m not their daughter. I was never their daughter. It all made sense why they never treated me like a daughter and how they were never loving towards me. They were always on trips to get away from me. They never showed up to any of my school functions because I wasn’t their daughter. I was a nobody in their eyes. A nuisance that they want to be rid of. I was struggling to breathe, the pounding of my head becoming to hard to bare with as I fell to the floor on my knees.

“ROSE!!” I heard Phoebe scream and I looked up to see her running to me. I wanted to reach out to her but my body wouldn’t move. The last thing I saw was everyone running to me; Phoebe, Drake, the twins, Remus and Nicoló as I saw my fake parents standing off in the distance, holding each other. I felt my body being lifted off the floor by someone but couldn’t tell who it was. I could hear people shouting, people crying and people running. 

I could hear people telling me to open my eyes but no matter how much I tried, they wouldn’t open. 

The last thing I heard was people saying my name before I was surrounded and pulled into the darkness I know so well and welcomed it. Before I completely went under, my last thought was that I really was unwanted as I slipped into the unconsciousness I call my friend.