Protecting Rosalie |discontinued|

The man with the unforgettable eyes

" congratulations, worked so hard forgot how to vacation" Post Malone blared on my phone and I couldn't help but to groan. Morning already? I shakily pick myself up and go downstairs opening the fridge to prepare fathers breakfast. Bacon? Check. Eggs? Check. Grits? Check. Toast? Shit , shit , shit. He's going to be pissed. I sigh and get out some flour and begin the process of making biscuits to serve in place of the toast. Usually he doesn't get too angry when I make biscuits instead but I already know I'm going to have one more added bruise.
" Hurry the hell up with my breakfast bitch , why can't you be more like your rfucking mother was" he said as he passed by me. The smell of cigarettes and liquor lingered in the room and I couldn't help but to gag. My mother. She was beautiful and funny , smart and sarcastic and man could she cook. I miss my mother so much it hurts and I cry for hours sometimes. I look just like her. We have the same curves , same plump lips and even the same eye color. They are bright green and I couldn't love them more. My fathers eyes are a lifeless brown - black color and I think he gets angry sometimes because of how much I really look like her.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. The biscuits are slightly burnt as I pull the out of the oven. How could I forget them?! Ugh! I slam my hand down on the counter and begin to plate the food for father. I cut the bottoms off of two biscuits and put the tops together hoping he won't notice too much. I'm going to be late for work! I quickly clean the kitchen after delivering food to that devil man. I put my uniform on and head towards town on foot. I work at a small cafè called Sugar sweet treats. I can't lie the tips are pretty great and it takes me away from home so I can't really complain.
" Hey there darlin" Mrs Cathy says in her little southern accent. I love Mrs Cathy , she has always looked after me at work and more times than not she would always let me sneak food when I was hungry. She has offered plenty times for me to stay in her guest room but I know father would drag me back and then punish me like hell for not being there to cook and clean.
" hey Mrs. Cathy " I say smiling and she frowns at me immediately. " what's wrong ?" I ask concerned.
" sweetheart now you know I told you anytime you can come to my home" she says sadly and brings me to the back. I must not have covered myself well enough. " you can't stay there much longer Rosalie it isn't safe there" she says touching my head tenderly. Dammit! I forgot to cover my head. She dabs some makeup on it easily as not to hurt me.
" I know I know but you know I can't" as she finishes I tie my apron around my waist and grab a hair tie. The bells on the door jingle , telling me I'm needed up front.
" welcome , how can I -" I'm frozen. Completely unresponsive as I look up into this mans beautiful eyes. They look so familiar and warm. I want to touch him. Hold him.
" Hey there beautiful , um are you okay?" He chuckles at me and waves a hand in front of my face.
" u-um yeah I'm sorry what can I get for you" I say softly and quite embarrassed if I say so myself.
" I would like a black coffee and your number" he says slickly.
" okay that's gunna be - wait what? " did he really just say that? I can't help but to giggle a little. What the hell? This man is making me feel so many things. The weird thing is then more he talks I don't want him to stop. He makes me feel those tingles. Which is odd because I only feel them in the woods mostly or at home.
" aww look at you , you're blushing " he laughs and I cover my cheeks quickly.
" no I'm not! 2.10$ please" I say and quickly turn around getting his coffee. I hand it to him making sure he can't look at my face too much.
" aren't you forgetting something?" I look up at him and then remember his change as he gave me a five.
" oh right sorry!" I say fumbling with the register. Real smooth rose , real smooth.
" keep it , I meant your number but that's okay too I'll be back. See you soon beautiful." He winks and takes his coffee.
" my name is ROSALIE" i state as he leaves " not beautiful."
" good to know " He says as the door closes " BEAUTIFUL " he yells and laughs. I shake my head at the man. What the hell have I gotten into. Wait , I never got his name. I sigh as I think about him. Beautiful he said , me ? Beautiful ? Ha! Okay well maybe a little. I laugh at myself and roll my eyes. Mrs Cathy is looking at me with a grin.
" who was that ? Your new lover boy hmm? " I laugh at her silly face.
" oh please who in their right mind would like me?"
But really. Who?
" oh hush it's clear he was interested , go for it , in all the years I've known you , you've only had what ? Three boyfriends? You need something new and exciting in your life. Get out of that god awful house rose , you need fresh air " she said yanking my ponytail easily and she chuckles. " besides did you see him? Hot damn!" She says dreamily as she busses a table and I giggle. She was right. He was Worth a hot damn. The rest of the day flew by as we got customer after customer. Most of the people that came in tipped me pretty well today which meant my stock pile in my room could be a thing again. Good thing too because I ran out of food last month in there and it's one of the only ways I get full. I clocked out saying my good byes to Mrs. C and I began my walk home. Maybe the wolf would be there tonight too. Maybe just maybe he would be waiting for me. I know I know , what's up with this damn wolf. Well I couldn't tell you but all I know is I want to be there laying by him so I feel safe. Me being me I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ran into something - no someone and I fell straight on my butt.
" I am so so sorry I should have been watching where I was going" I said stammering as I try to pick myself up.
" hey there again beautiful" the familiar voice smugly says and I feel a hand pull me up easily.
" okay again it's ROSALIE" I say emphasizing my name. Although I have to admit beautiful sounded like heaven coming from his lips. Oh god. I rolled my eyes at myself.
" earth to rose ? HELLLOOOO!?" Oh right! I snap my head up at him.
" huh? Oh I'm sorry your just so distracting" and as soon as that comes out of my mouth I cover it realizing what I said and he looks like he's going to burst out laughing. Oh god , oh god , oh god.
" I gotta go " I say making a run for it.
" wait ! Hey! " he says running after me and to no surprise he jumps in front of me.
" look I have to get home okay I don't have time for this" he grabs my arm and I wince from the bruises but I don't think that he noticed which is good and all but if I don't hurry home father will quite frankly be a very pissed off man and I don't want that.
" by the way you probably want this back" he says grinning and handing my phone to me. How in the hell? I nod at him and turn to run again.
" bye strange guy" I say shaking my head. This guy is going to be a problem. How the hell did he even get my phone?
....
The stars are bright tonight as is the moon. The wolfs fur is blowing in the wind and I feel at peace. Father was passed out when I arrived at the house so I cleaned , made his plate and put it in the microwave for him.
It's slightly chilly out and I love it. Chill bumps formed along my skin and I giggle as I recall my mother calling it "chicken skin". I hear howling in the distance and he lifts his head perking up his ears. He growls slightly and scoots closer to me , making the tingling sensation once again go crazy through my body. I sigh blissfully wishing I never had to return home. I suppose I don't have it as bad as some other people but for me , I never wanted this. I never asked for this. I used to be so outgoing. I had tons of friends and I was never the one to be picked on. My father had taught me to stand up for myself but once he began to beat me it's like that piece of me withered away. I feel so small and beaten down. So useless and unloved. I don't know why I'm even here anymore. There must be a reason and maybe I'll live to figure it out. Maybe I won't. Who knows but being here right now was all the reassurance I needed to be alive in this moment.
The sun started to drop in the sky and it quickly became quite cold outside. I didn't want to go back. I never do.
" hey there big boy" I say petting him and feeling his oh so soft fur gliding like silk beneath my hand. He nuzzles up against me and I laugh a little. He's so tame and such a big baby. Someone must have found him as a pup and interacted with him.
" it's time for me to go" I say and it's like he could understand every word. He whines a little but gets up and walks along with me playfully bumping me with his nose every now and then. I hugged his neck and he whines licking my cheek to say goodbye.
" see you tomorrow boy" I say as I go in. I need to think of a name for him for sure. What about ghost? Kinda like my mystery man. Dammit I can't get him out of my head. I mean not that I completely want to. I mean have you seen this guy? Ugh perfectly chiseled in a way that quite frankly makes me want to jump on him then and there. Not that I would ... or would i *evil smirk*.
I feel a sharp smack against my face as I close the door all the way.
" where the fuck have you been you stupid bitch? Where is my food? You fucking know better" he said as he starts pulling my hair roughly yanking me to the ground. He kicks me in the stomach and then once in the head making me feel as if I'm going to pass out.
" m-m-m" I cannot get the word out fast enough. He forcefully throws the nearest thing to him which happens to be a candle. It hits me in the ribs and I swear I felt a couple crack. I'm gasping for air at this point and all I can do is point. He stops , looking at where I'm pointing and looks in the microwave.
" oh good I'm starving" he says and takes the food out unwrapping it. " clean this shit up and then I don't want to see your face down here again" I try to pick myself up but I'm just too weak. He rolls his eyes and kicks me once more.
" one to grow on" he says laughing as he walks away.
I lay there going in and out of reality it seems like. I pull myself to where I can get enough under the coffee table I'm protected. This will be my bed tonight. It's my only sanctuary as I can't get up the stairs. Maybe by the time he's asleep I can clean the kitchen and go to sleep , that's if I don't black out first. My breathing is shallow and I feel broken all over. Maybe I won't wake up tomorrow , just maybe..