I feel alone, I feel empty. Sure, she wasn't really the most happy little thing with calling me a pedophile and all but, at least she made me happy. Just standing next to her made my heart skip a beat. Which is why when I found out from Sebastian that someone violated her, carved into her skin with a knife. It makes my blood boil, it makes me want to track the boy down and kill him with my bare hands, which I really plan to do. Tracking the boy down I mean, not the killing part...sadly. I might be a cold hearted, obsessive and possessive man as is Dylan and Sebastian but, unlike them I don't kill people.

Even though I very, very much would like- no love to kill her parents. They know she was getting bullied, and added onto it by mentally and physically abusing her. Which reminds me of the time when we saw the Barricks. How Mr.Barrick was so cold and how Mrs. Barrick was so nervous. But, about what? It wasn't until, Mrs.Barrick gave me the piece of paper that I knew something wasn't right. Rosaline isn't her name and her face isn't hers. That what she said. But why? Why now is she helping us when she could've done that the day I bought her. Bought her. Like a pet from the pet store. . No I don't. She's a living human being. I find myself not disagreeing with my inner voice, because it's right. Rosaline is mine.

I hear the phone ring and I pause looking over at the caller I.D.

The name of my personal assistant. She does whatever I tell her to, which is what I expect since I give her large money on her pay checks. As soon as I got home after, the day I came from the Barricks I made sure to call Jade to search up the name and background of the name. Now she's probably calling me about what she found. Should I pick it up? If I do I finally find out why Rosaline is the way, and I'd invade her privacy. Yes it does matter. Just see what the girl has to say and keep it to yourself so Rose won't know when she actually tells you. If. If she tells me. I roll my eyes at how arrogant, my inner voice sounds.

Quickly before, it goes to voicemail I snatch the phone up and accept it, putting it to my ear.

"Hello."... "Okay."... "Lay it on me."......."What?"....................."What do you mean?".."Send it to me right now."........................................"Okay, bye."

I hang up and put the phone down, my mouth open in shock. My phone chimes and I look at the photo and if my mouth wasn't already open it would drop to the floor right about now. The girl in the photo looking back at me has mocha brown colored hair that was nice and full and only went down to her shoulder. Her face was a nice tanned skin tone which made her blue-green eyes pop. She had a button nose and lips that are plump and pink, that looked kind of heart shaped. She's also small in height around 4'11 and looked to be about 5 years old. Her name is Gabriel Andrews. I mentally compare the looks of Gabriel and Rosaline and realization dawns. Holy shit. I grab my phone and my car keys, stand up and rush out the door.