The Criminal's Rose

What's your name?

Rose drank the water in one go spilling a little on her. She took a deep breath thinking about the incident that made her tremble. She washed her face relaxing a bit then sat on the bed holding her head with her both hands. She cursed herself for thinking to help that girl. Her tiredness, drowsiness replaced with irritation and fear. She then lay on the bed shutting her eyes and drifted into sleep after some time.

The next day Rose reached her office still irritated with last night’s incident. Looking at Melisa, her anger grew more. She dropped her bag on the desk in front of Melisa furiously and shouted “What the hell were you doing last night?”

Melisa looked at Rose blushing. She replied “I guess you might had known what I was doing, if you had a boyfriend.”

“What?” Rose shouted raising her eyebrows. “Whatever the hell you were doing I don’t care. You didn’t lift my call. Your stupid car broke down.”

“Where is my car now?” Melisa asked worrying about her car.

“On the road. Don’t worry I locked it. We should go and get your stupid car after our work.”

“No need.” Saying that Melisa called her friend asking for help.

Rose sat on the chair and started to do her work while telling the incident that happened last night. Melisa apologised for pushing her work on Rose that landed trouble on her. Few minutes later, Melisa's friend reached the office and took the car keys. He then took the car to mechanic shed.

Hours later, Rose finished her office work and walked to the nearby police station. As soon as she stepped in, few cops started to mumble in an irritated tone. She heard them mumbling “It’s been years. Few people never change.”

Ignoring them she walked near the head of the police station and stood in front of him. The cop let out an irritated sigh and shouted “We already told you we got no clue. I’ll personally inform you if we get to know anything. Please Ms. Rose, you do your works and let us do ours.”

Rose's eyes started to fill with water hearing him but she swallowed her sadness and spoke “I’ve been roaming around this station for years, sir yet I got no single information.”

“Ms. Rose! I understand you but you should think about us too. The photo that we have was years old. Searching someone only having their childhood photo, is really a big thing.”

“You have been searching for years. You might had caught him when he was young, the day when I first came to your station, but you didn’t.”

“Don’t speak like that. You have only one person to search for but we have hundreds of cases to take care of. Now please, don’t waste our time.” He shouted and bent his head looking at he file in front of him.

Rose turned back and walked away hearing him with heavy heart. Every time she stepped out of the station, her hope always get reduced. Even her mind kept saying she wouldn’t get the person whom she was searching but her heart couldn’t accept and kept hoping she would see him someday. It was the only hope that kept moving her.

While she was walking, she noticed a guy leaned to the wall smoking a cigarette. Her curiosity of someone smoking near a police station made her look at him. She then realized it was the same guy from last night. She noticed there was a bandage wrapped around his forehead probably because of her stupid thing.

She bent her head down and walked fast hoping he wouldn’t see her. She was still feeling guilt for hitting him and she had no courage to even look at him. Apart from that, his aura felt dangerous to her. But to her bad luck, he already saw her when she stepped inside the police station. For her, he was waiting there.

When she crossed him, he dropped his cigarette and started to walk behind her making her scared. She clutched her bag in a tight grip while walking fast.

Michael asked “Got inquired by the cops for any murder?”

Without saying anything, Rose increased her speed.

“What is your name?” He asked while walking behind her.

She started to run away but he stopped her holding her hand. He stood in front of her shouting “I literally asked you two questions but you didn’t answer to any of them.”

Rose said looking into his eyes “I’m sorry.”

Michael narrowed his eyebrows saying “This is not the answer I’m expecting.”

“But this is what I’ve to say to you. I’m sorry for last night. I didn’t think she was your girlfriend. My mistake.”

“Who said you were mistaken? She is not my girlfriend.” Michael replied.

Rose was shocked hearing his sentence. She said “Not? But you both were...”

“Oh come on! She is just a friend... with benefits. I’m not her boyfriend and she is not my girlfriend.”

Rose got no words to reply to him so she remained silent.

Michael said raising his eyebrow “You didn’t say your name.”

Rose noticed a bus, that reaches her street, stopped nearby the alley. Rose ran away from there shouting “I have to go.”

Michael’s lips curved up with a smile seeing a naive, innocent and kind girl like her. Not only her beauty but her attitude, kindness was drawing him towards her. Though he had many girls in his life, no one felt so magical than her. He had been with sexy girls, who would literally drool over him yet the cute Rose made him go crazy though she did nothing.

He wanted to stop her and cage her till she give him the details about her but he restrained himself from doing so, as he understood she was already scared and he didn’t want to scare her more. The name of her office on her office bag gave him a little information about her office so he decided to know the details from her office or someone related to the office. Even if it wouldn’t provide the correct information, he decided to know about her any how.

After an hour, Michael reached his single storeyed house. Though there were two sports bikes parked on his garden area, which he own in racing competitions, he chose to walk most of the times. He walked inside and reached his bedroom which looked so messy with the things scattered all over the place. Beside the couch, there was an easel stand and a drawing sheet attached to it. To it’s right, there were paints, pencils and sketches. There were few crushed sheets on the floor that made the room more messy.

Michael removed his shirt that resulted in the clear display of his tattoos on his left arm that started from his chest. He poured his drink in the glass and opened the door that connected the room to the small balcony which was filled with indoor plants. Between them, there was a plant that had a beautiful red rose blossomed on it. He kept drinking looking at the plant that he brought with him the last night. The beautiful rose plant which Rose left.

After staring at it for few minutes, he reached his washroom and turned on the shower enjoying the hot water relaxing his muscles. Following a long satisfied bath, he stood in front of the easel stand and took the painting brush. There were plenty of things he always does. Racing, fighting, criminal activities, gardening, painting and many more. Out of everything, the things that always pleasures him was racing and painting.

He was in front of the drawing board thinking to paint the face of the woman, whom he had been thinking. He started to draw her brown curls but was stopped in the middle when he head the sound of footsteps approaching him. In a second, a pair of girl hands wrapped around his stomach and he felt wet kisses on his back. He turned around to see a sexy blonde before him.

“I missed our fun. Even yesterday that b***h ruined it.” Sasha said looking at him seductively.

Though Michael almost stopped involving in smuggling activities after he started to earn through bike racings, his brother like friend, Marcos, asked him for help and Michael went out of the city for nearly two weeks that made Sasha missed her fun with him. He reached the city last night and wanted to hook up with her. When he was on the way to her home, he saw her walking on the road and he dragged her to enjoy but their fun was ruined by Rose.

“Sasha...” Michael tried to speak something but she put her finger on his lips stopping him.

She wrapped her hands over his neck and pulled him closer to her. Before she landed her lips on his, he turned his head to a side breaking the kiss.

“Mikey! What happened?” Sasha asked leaving him.

“I’m not in the mood for this, Sasha. Go away.” Michael replied.

“Are you alright? Mikey, Is everything fine?” She asked.

“I’m alright. Go away, Sasha.” He shouted. Sasha let out an irritated sigh hearing him and she walked away. It’s not the first time he said no to her but this time it’s different. He didn’t say no because he had works but because he couldn’t admire any girl’s body when his mind was filled with one beautiful face.

When he was about to focus on his painting, he got a call from one of his friends, Luther. He said there was a street racing and Michael left to the race.