Black Roses | TN, JR & LK [On-Hold]

Rosie, Your Father...He's Dead

Jennie burped a little, and giggled.

"Oh my god, did she drank alcohol?" It's Roseanne that was asking with shock and she went over to them, ruffling her hair as a fond smile appeared on her face.

"What's up with Jennie and alcohol?" Theodore asked, frowning but eased down as Jennie looked at her palm, looking at it with squinted eyes, her cute expression is not fitting with the liveliness of Sunset. As he laughs, pondering the fact, she begin to start counting with her fingers.

"She has low alcohol tolerance so she has preferred to stay away from alcohol when she founds out. When she drank alcohol for the first time, it was chaos ever since." Roseanne asked, softly giggling as she'd remembered how Jennie gone mad and she even tried to strip off her clothes to dance on a table. "Where's Lili?"

"Jennie found Dj, his actual name is Kale so Lisa went to take a picture of him." The man in front of her answered so she shrug off her shoulders, pursing her lips.

"I'm back." Lisa came back. "We're going to wait for the photo to come out." She is raising her camera, signaling Jackson and Christian to come over. Theodore told his friends what happened and they huddled up together as Lisa took out of the photo from the slot.

"Wow, he's crazily handsome, even still in photos." Lisa slurred, almost drunk as she whistles and Jackson frowned toward her, an eye twitching.

"He really is handsome!" Jennie giggled as she burps once again. Theodore didn't have an opportunity to become jealous as she became quiet, her eyes droopy just a little, signaling she's sleepy.

"Great." Theodore grappled for his phone, taking the photo of Kale with his phone. "I am going to send this to Joelle. Our work here is done. We can't investigate him not just yet."

Everyone bundled out of Sunset, a sleepily tired Jennie, leaning against Theodore as he put her in the car, moving the seatbelt over her and smiling tenderly that his own two friends looked at each other once again.

But what they didn't notice was a fuming person, staring at them with glaringly eyes  as the car moved from the parking lot of Sunset.

...

Roseanne groaned, being awakened by a certain sound, her phone. She moved her tired eyes up at the ceiling as her hand is grabbing her phone, looking at the caller ID.

Huh? Why is Mom calling me so early in the morning? It's just seven. Roseanne is thinking in her head, swiping the icon; the green one and pressing it to her ear as she sat up, hoping her father was okay.

"Mom, good morning." She said quickly as she didn't bother to wait for her mother to say something. "Is this about Dad?! Is he okay? I know I've been harsh to him but I really care and love him and—"

"ROSIE! YOU'RE SPEAKING QUICKLY! ALLOW ME TO SAY SOMETHING!" Her mother yelled loudly over the phone and she shut up, feeling that something bad happened as she slipped to her slippers, getting up slowly.

She heard her mother's breathing being so raspy and fast that her heart thumped in her chest so painfully yet slowly that she felt like she's falling into a deep sleep as she felt her vision being blurry. Just for a minute, she felt like throwing her phone on the floor and go find Christian but her feet was just rooted to the floor, unable to move.

"Rosie..." Her mother finalized. "He..."

"What happened to Dad?! Tell me!!" She managed to scream at her mother, urging herself not to break down.

"Rosie, your father...he's dead." Natasha Meadows finalized with a tremble to her voice and Roseanne felt like the earth is slipping away under her feet. She felt like she was dead, unable to speak or move. A loose grasp was all it takes for her phone to crash on the floor, shattering into big mere pieces but she didn't care, sliding to her knees, just quiet.

Rosie, your father...he's dead. Natasha's voice rang in her mind and she felt like a rag doll being used again and again until she felt useless. Her knees cradled up to her chest, feeling the burdened words just repeating over and over again.

She realized something. Yes, she loves and cares for her father, despite being a thorn in his side, often seen as careless or even reckless but responsible and matured in his eyes. She really had no idea why her own father seemed to favor Rosalie over her. What has she done wrong that her actions were lower than Rosalie?! She's hotheaded and is more likely to act than think unlike Rosalie, but she's free and was even an ambassador for Tiffany&Co. Maybe her father knew Rosalie's state of depression and realized he should take a good care about her, neglecting Roseanne in the process. The thought made her feel useless and angry, even. What was she, a potato? She's a darned living human with feelings and emotions and a personality!! But...at the end of the day, Marcus, a cold man, was still her dear father, who looked out for her, loved her even before things went downhill.

As she relished this, a quiet cry burst out of her throat. It was raw and unpleasant, but she didn't care because in the next two minutes, she was bawling like a toddler in the middle of her room, fists clenched as her eyes was reddened and swollen and it didn't help her vision either. It was blurry but through the blur, she could make out five people crowding out, a mass of great moving colors and she wasn't surprised to recognize Christian Right away.

"Rosie." He called out, his voice soft that it hurt her and touched her the same. It's so baffling that he mattered a lot to her as his presence made her feel safe and warm that he didn't want to let him go, ever. She could see something with him. "Rose, why are you crying? What's the matter?" He'd tried again, the blur fading a bit. It looked like they didn't hear the news. She smiled painfully, tears still falling.

"My dad...he's dead." She said calmly but a raw sob rocked through her and there, it came the endless waterworks once again.

Silence...

But it took one comforting hug from the man she trusted and liked so much, and she stopped, feeling like a baby, just in his arms. She could sense something emitting from his touch.

Everthing is going to be okay.

It said.