Rose's POV
“You and Jason are officially getting engaged next week.”
The gold fork slipped from my hand hearing those words.
“What? Dad…..You can't do this. You know I don't want this.” My vision got blurred from the panic that rushed with me.
“Stop acting like a child Rose. You are grown up now. You know very well that we always had it in my mind,” He said in an authoritative tone. “Finish your food, go for shopping, invite friends and do better things.” He said while putting a small peace if sushi in his mouth.
He won't listen to me or anyone. These are his final words on this matter. He won't backup, no matter what. Terror filled my senses. There's no going back now. My breath became heavy.
My mother stood from her seat and sat on the spare seat next to me. She took my hand gently. “It's okay sweetheart everything will be fine,” she kissed my forehead. I'm glad she did. Her scent is calming my nerves.
“You must give our pearl some time Ethan.” She said to my father.
“I want to have some rest. Excuse me please!” I can't be here anymore. My senses are getting foggy. I can't be trapped but there's no way out. My mother kisses me again and I run upstairs.
“No no this can't happen.” I go to the washroom, turning on the shower. “Jason is a monster. Not him, Never!” Tears slipped from my eyes, sliding down with water.
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Jason's POV
His face is under my shoe, His blooded lips pleading to stop. His voices annoying almost like nails on a chalkboard. Frustrated, I put more pressure onto his mouth, feeling the bones of his jaw shift under my weight. His voice became more desperate, his pitiful muffled screams sent a wave of satisfaction in my chest.
I put more pressure, thrilled to see his lifeless body. His screams came to an end. I removed my foot from his damaged face. Seeing his lifeless body brought a rush of adrenaline within me.
I turn my head towards the other boy physically shivering with his head down. “I haven't even touched you. Take him away and when he gains his senses tell him to not come in front of me until and unless he has a death wish.” I say with my familiar expressionless face.
“Y-yes sir.” The boy stuttered moving towards the unconscious body.
I moved towards my my bike—My powerful black machine which waits for no one. I wear my black leather jacket which hugs my muscular frame perfectly.
The night is dark and silent as if the nature knows what I want. I wear my helmet which reflects nothing but darkness.
I swung my leg over the bike and with one thrust the engine came to life, shattering the stillness with its loud hum. I twisted the throttle and the bike moved forward. The world around me became a blur of motion and light.
There's no warmth within me, no mercy, only the cold efficiency of speed and strength. I ride through the night leaving behind my traces of rage.
Still air felt like wind because of the speed my bike was moving with.
I saw a sign board on the road saying the speed limit is 60 mph. I look at my speed meter “59 mph”. Not enough!
Following the rules is a pet peeve of mine.
The safe speed….. careful right, It wasn't enough, not for me.
I twisted the throttle. The bike serged beneath me. The engineer roared making the speed meter needle climb 60, 65, 70, 75. Still not enough. I twisted the handle more when my phone vibrated slightly.
I took it out of my pocket.
It was from dad.
"We have organized dinner this Friday to finalize your engagement."
I slowed down the speed. I felt the adrenaline rush that I was trying to get for so long.
“Finally!”
So now my babygirl can't run anymore. A smirk appeared on my face.
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Rose's POV
I am still in my room. Wrapped under my blankets with my met hair. I can I dry my hair when the whole world is falling apart.
Someone knocked the door.
I stayed silent hoping whoever it is will return but I sighed when I heard the door opening.
“I'm not in the mood to talk right now.” I said to whoever it is.
“He is not that bad.” Mom said while sitting beside me.
I peeked my head out of the blanket. “Not that bad? He's a monster. He's just so good at pretending. You all have seen is acts, his mask that he's wearing around you guys to be the good guy. Have you seen his real self? No! So don't say that.” I couldn't control myself at this moment. Imagine someone saying that snakes are angelic.
“Sweetheart you know very well your father will never change his decision.”
“I know mom that's why I'm not protesting. But how can I be with Jason. He's my nightmare. Please mom just delay this. Tell dad let me graduate first.” I hugged mom hoping she will melt. She loves me.
She hugged me back.
“Rose you think your dad will agree?” I know the answer. He will not. I closed my eyes with terror. Have I ever felt this helpless.
Mom started patting and rubbing my back.
“Mom please find a way.” I whispered.
“Sweetheart look, first of all Jason won't do anything terrible and if he does you are just going to tell me and he will be done. I promise.”
I hissed at my mother's words. Only if she knows the Jason I'm talking about.
I still remember the last time Jason beat the shit out of a boy infront of the whole cafeteria. The boys face sent shiver through my spine. And guess what? When the deen arrived to inquire who did it. No one said a word. There were atleast 150 students who encountered all this. Not even one of them dared to speak against Jason and mom thinks I will tell her and he will stop.