Rose has an abusive boyfriend. When she meets the Killjoys, she decides not to take it anymore.
Disclaimer: Don't own MCR. I give full credit for the killjoys to MCR and yada yada yada.
I don't understand why we have to move, I thought as I put a really big box into our new room. My boyfriend told me "It's for my work, Gift. Think of it as a new start for the both of us. Neither of us liked Battery City anyway."
I sighed. He was right, of course. After I moved in with him last year, he told me never to leave his house. He said that people in Battery City hated him, and if they saw me leaving his house, things could get ugly. I told him that I didn't give a shit and turned to leave.
That was when...
No. I can't remember it. Too much pain and suffering.
He smiled at me, and the fluorescent light glinted off his freshly shaven head.
I didn't get why he had to shave. I once told him jokingly that I would prefer a boyfriend that could whip his hair back and forth.
No. Fight the memories, Rose. Things are different
I shivered, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. "What's wrong, Gift?" he asked.
Get a grip, Rose. "Nothing. It's cold in here."
"Aww, is my little Gift chilly?" He kissed my hair, making me shiver. I was totally besotted with him; every moment we spent together was pure bliss.
"Hey, crank up the thermostat, will ya?" There was no reply. "HEY! THERMOSTAT!" he yelled again. Still no reply. "Guy's gotta do everything himself around here," he muttered. "Be right back," he said, pecking my lips.
I sighed. "Love you," I said softly, sure he couldn't hear. I went back outside to get another box. It was very dark; I hadn't realized that it was night.
The box I picked up was really heavy. I couldn't help my own curiosity. If I were a cat, I'd surely be dead because of it. I set the box down in our new bedroom, then cautiously lifted the lid.
"DON'T FUCKING OPEN THAT!!!" screamed a booming, all-too-familiar voice. My head whipped around, and my heart stopped.
It was him, and he was absolutely livid. He grabbed my shoulders and threw me against the wall. I heard something crack, and my vision went blank for a minute. I found myself against the wall, clutching at my head. I looked up at him slowly, and he smacked me. "HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT ME!!! HOW DARE YOU GO SNOOPING AROUND IN MY BELONGINGS, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" He slapped my face over and over, and I was pretty sure I was bleeding.
Memories of that night came flooding back to me. I staggered to my feet, and I felt tears streaming down my face. Fuck. Way to make me look vulnerable, tear ducts. I looked him straight in the eye, and as he raised his hand to hit me again, I choked out, "Last time...you said...no more..."
"Do you think I fucking care, Rosalyn? I don't want some slut looking through all my shit, which, by the way, is far more important than you will ever realize!"
That was it. "I. Am. Not. Some. Slut." I was surprised at how clear my voice was. "I cannot believe I ever believed you would stop, you fucking son of a bitch. I hate you." Then, louder and more clearly, I yelled, "I HATE YOU!" And with that, I threw open the door, and stumbled out into the night.
He didn't follow. No doubt checking if I stole or got blood on any of his "shit." I didn't steal anything, but I hoped bitterly for the latter.
Blood ran in my eyes, and I was still crying. I could have walked for miles, but all I knew was that I had to get as far away from there as I could.
After what felt like forever, and yet no time at all, I saw a fire in the distance. I walked toward it without thinking. As I got closer, I noticed five figures, four tall and one short. One of the figures got up and started walking toward me. Probably going to take me back to that place.
Before I knew it, the figure was beside me. It was too dark, but in the dim light of the faraway fire, I caught a glimpse of fire-engine red hair, and a mask.
Then he moved his arm. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.
R and R pleaseee...
Don't worry, you'll find out who her boyfriend is eventually, though you might have guessed already. ;)