When I wake up, I curse myself. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep. Sleeping means dreaming and dreaming always turns to nightmares...well more like bad memories that replay over and over every time I close my eyes. I sigh. No matter how many times I experience it, it never fails to put me on edge. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, counting a few seconds before, looking for Rosaline. I look left, she wasn't there. I look right and when I see she wasn't there either, I jump from the couch and look around so fast, I'm surprised I don't get whip lash. "Rose," I call. "Rose." When she doesn't answer I begin to panic, my mind already forming scenarios that don't help keep me calm. "Rosaline!" I hear the sound of a door opening and I turn around, seeing my Rose peek her head out. Instantly, I take long strides towards her. When I get to her I grab her by the waist and lift her up, her arms and legs automatically wrapping around me.

Holding her tight, I breath in her feminine scent. Mmm. I will never tire of her scent, I decide and stand there, just breathing her in as I calm down. It's not until, she begins to squirm that reluctantly I lift my head. Looking at me are startled eyes. "What's wrong," I ask. She raises a brow. "I should be asking you that," she says and I scowl causing her to giggle. I feel my lips twitch at the wonderful sound and wish to hear it again. "How long have you been up," I ask, walking over to the couch. I sit down on the couch and settle in with her straddling me. She shrugs and I frown. "Words." She again shrugs, only to stop mid-way. "I don't know." I grab the remote changing the input. "What have you been doing while I was sleep?" She tenses at the question. "What do you mean?" I resist smiling. How can she be so innocent looking unintentionally but, not when trying to? "I mean what activities have you been doing while I was asleep." She shrugs and begins to play with my hair. I'm getting tired of her shrugs. She twirls the stands of my hair between her fingers, at the same time gently stroking my neck. I lean in basically purring like a god damn cat. She giggles and I instantly straightened, clearing my throat. I can't believe I just did that. Yet, I can. Her touch was so soft and the way it brushed across my skin. It felt so good. I take a glance up at her smiling softly at me. I can't help but, smile back.

My cell rings ruining our little moment and frowning I look down at it.

Jared

Sighing I pick it up and place it against my ear.

"Yes."... I frown.... "What?"....."Why?"

He hangs up on me and I pull back surprised. That's the first time he's hanged up on me. It must be important. Sighing I pull Rose against my chest, putting my nose in her hair. It's so soft, just like the rest of her. Then, reluctantly I pull away and sit her down next to me. "I have to go meet Jared," I say, heaving a sigh. She begins to get up and I push her back down. "Alone." She stiffens and I immediately want to strangle Jared for taking me away from her, even if it's just for a few minutes. "I know, I know but, it'll only be for a few minutes, 15 minutes tops." She slowly nods, though I can still see the fear and uncertainty. "No one's going to come in here unless I specifically tell them to," I sooth. "I won't be long." Again she nods and I begin to feel annoyed. "Words Rose." She flinches at my tone and I reach out and stroke her arm not wanting her to be afraid. "Okay." I raise a brow. "Okay, what?"

"Okay Daddy." I nod satisfied and kiss her on the forehead. "I'll be back." I'm about to go when she grabs my shirt and I turn around. "You pinky promise?" She hold up her pinky finger and when I look at her face I can't help but, flinch. Her face, it's as if she isn't really here but, somewhere else. She looks scared, as if she doesn't believe me. I makes her look... vulnerable. I nod and wrap my long pinky around her small one. "I pinky promise." After a few seconds she lets go of my pinky and I walk out the door and into the hall. There, I stop where the two halls intersect. One hall heads to the kitchen and the rest of the house while the other... leads to the most traumatic experience of my life. I almost walk down the hall that holds my past but, I know that once I go down that hall I won't come back for a very, very long time. Using all the strength in my body, I turn myself to the right and went down the hall leading to the rest of the house. I pass the kitchen, the stairs and the living room. The farther I went the harder the pull is to the hallway hell. I pat my pockets to make sure I have my keys-which I do- and with a grunt I open the door and speed walk to my car. It's not until I get into the car that I see a few people at the edge of the property... with cameras. Well fuck. I groan. The paparazzi found me. Sighing I put my car in drive and zoom out the gravel driveway.

When I get out the car I look up at the big house, shivering in disgust. I hate big houses. They draw too much attention whether because, of envy or pride. They cost a lot-even though I don't have a problem with money-and most people who buy them don't really need all that space. Jared is now one of those people. His house used to be full of people those being him, Dylan, the kids and I. We used to all live together and it was fun. We were all one big happy family. That was until the 'events' happened and I moved out and not long after Dylan moved out. Even though we moved out we still would visit each other every Friday so as to have a night all to ourselves.

Fishing out my keys I quickly find the key to Jared's house and unlock the door. The house is quite when I walk in. With a flick of my wrist I push the door close and walk through the foyer and up a set of stairs that leads to a hall lined with doors. If I didn't live here for 2 years, I wouldn't have known where anything was. The doors all look the same, there are so many and it doesn't help that there's a mirror hanging at the end of the hall in such a way that it makes the hall look as if it stretched on forever. With a sigh I count my strides, stop at my 5th stride, stop and open the door on my right. There I find a room full of boxes. Wrong door. I close the door and open the door to my left, and find a laughing Dylan. "Man, I did the same thing," he laughas and I glare playfully but, stop when I see Jared isn't laughing. In fact he look very serious. It puts me on edge. Dylan must see it too because, he moves from standing at the side of the desk to sitting in one of the chairs in front of Jared's desk. I follow suit. He takes a deep breath and looks at us each in our eyes. "The reason I called you here is because of Rosaline." I open my mouth but, a look from Jared told me I needed to keep my mouth shut, so I did. "The thing is..."