|ROSE|
"Can I get a caramel frappe with Oreos?", I asked the cashier.
"For sure!", she smiled back.
Today I was heading into the office to see Louis.
He worked in a big ass skyscraper building under his father, the owner.
I knew nothing about the business besides the fact that it was shady.
His dad ran the company until Louis would be able to step up to take his place.
"Gloria, darling!", I smiled walking up to my favorite receptionist once I entered the building.
"Rosie Posie, how are you?", she grinned while trying to stand up.
Gloria was 7 months pregnant and large!
Large but beautiful.
"Sit down, now!", I scolded.
"Hush, I need to exercise anyways. It's good for the baby.", she giggled.
"Mhmm, I'm going up to see Louis.", I said while side-eyeing her.
Walking to the open door and empty elevator, I stepped in.
She is going to give me a heart attack when I hear that she had the baby.
Baby....
I got an instant headache thinking about the situation I was now in.
A mistress to a man who has a pregnant wife.
Maybe if I ignore it...I'll forget about it.
Sike!
"My Rose!", I heard as soon as the elevator doors opened.
"My Louis.", I grinned.
Pulling me by my hand into his office, he pushed my hair out of my face before planting a kiss on my nose.
"I'm glad I chose you.", he whispered.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
The way he said it...made it seem like it had a double meaning.
"Nothing, Rose. Take a seat.", he stated while pushing me away from him.
Sitting, I rolled my eyes.
"Rolling your eyes isn't going to get you anything but smacked.", he mumbled while taking a seat at his desk.
Grabbing a cigarette and lighter, he lit it before placing it to his mouth.
Smoke filled the air around him as he inhaled and then exhaled the cigarette.
"Hm, staple every 3 sheets.", he demanded while tossing a big ass stack of papers in the direction I was sitting at.
"I'm actually about to head out.", I stood up.
"No, you're actually about to staple these papers.", he replied back sarcastically.
We had a stare down for about 2 minutes before he grabbed the stack of papers and tossed them at my head causing them to fly all over the floor.
"Now, you're actually going to pick all this fucking paper up, organize it in alphabetical and numerical order and staple every 3 pages since you want to fuck around.", he mugged.
Bending down to pick up the papers, I didn't try to fight anymore.
"I thought so.", he mumbled while typing on his laptop.
"Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about,
no, no, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here"
(Song: Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood)
"Louis, can we stop at chipotle?", I asked him on our way home.
"Nope.", he said instantly.
I'll just door dash it when we get home....
"How is Jaylen and the baby?", I asked seriously curious.
"Don't mess with me, Rose. I will really fuck you up behind my baby.", he said gripping the wheel.
"I'm deadass asking you a question that I would really like to know the answer to but ok.", I huffed.
He didn't have to do all of that, he could of just opted to say nothing at all.
Looking outside as the snow fell bothered me.
It was finally December and cold as shit outside.
"Can I go with Yami and Drake snowboarding?", I asked.
But once I saw his face, I knew I should've kept one name out.
"Why you always trying to be around that dude!", he yelled.
"Never mind!", I yelled back trying to end the conversation.
"No, fuck that! You want to fuck him, huh?", he mugged.
"Watch the road!", I yelled as he swerved a bit.
"So you don't fucking hear me?", he yelled while shoving my head to the side.
Pulling the car over, on the fucking highway, he turned his entire body to me.
Grabbing my hair and yanking me towards him as far as my seatbelt would let him, he screamed into my ear.
"You want to fuck him!", he said more like a statement than a question.
"No, Louis. Stop-", I screamed before I was cut off by his phone ringing.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't make a sound.", he said staring into my eyes.
His eyes told me if I made a sound...that I wouldn't like the consequences after.
"Yes, baby?", he answered all lovey dovey.
"For real, baby? I'm on my way home now!", he exclaimed while pushing me away from him.
Rubbing my scalp, I tried to get back comfortable in my seat.
"I love you to, mamas. Okay, I'll see you soon.", he chuckled.
He looked like he was really enjoying the conversation and looking all dreamy like.... like he couldn't wait to get home.
"Get out.", he demanded after hanging up the phone.
"What?", I asked.
I know he wasn't serious.
It was fucking 39 degrees outside and snowing, I only had on a pencil skirt, heels and a over coat.
Not to mention. We were on the fucking highway.
"You heard me, bitch. Since you want to be with Drake so bad, have dude pick you up!", he yelled.
Reaching over me and opening my door, he also unconnected my seat belt.
Shoving me out, he threw my purse and phone at me too.
Putting the car in drive , he sped off.
Snow and dirty cold water flew all over me.
Standing there in shock, I quickly picked my phone up out of the snow.
Typing on my screen, nothing would work.
The snow must have fucked it up.
I've never been one to hitch hike but it's either die out here in the snow or try to get a ride.
After about 7 minutes, I felt myself getting weak.
But thankfully, I saw head lights pulling over.
"Rose?", I heard before I fell to the ground.
I was shivering like crazy.
Why would Louis do this to me.
Was he getting tired of me and just wanted me dead?
Was it because of Jaylen...no.
Suddenly, I remembered something that had been pushed to the back of my mind.
"Rose, my father is making me marry someone.", Louis cried to me.
"Louis, why can't you marry me?", I asked pleadingly.
We loved each other.
"Rose...I-I want to but...we can't, okay.", he mumbled while rubbing a tear away from my cheek.
"Then-then I can't be with you!", I stood up.
"Greg...bring the hypnotist." , Louis yelled out.
"What? Louis-", I started.
Then I switched back to reality.
That had to be a dream, that couldn't be real.
I looked extremely young...like 17 or 18.
"Rose, I got you okay?", Leo stated.
Sobbing and shivering didn't make a good combination, I started to hyperventilate.
Then everything went black.
"And behind my mind it runs
All these thoughts have troubled me
Fighting to give up my pain
Fighting to be on my lane
My mind running to the other side
When it's time to live my life
Then it tries to take me out
Tell you what I need right here"
(Song: Free Mind - Tems)