Rose

I was screaming.

Yelling.

Shrieking.

Begging.

But nothing worked.

Cristiano Rossi, the famous underground boxer with a reputation that no one could exceed, was my boyfriend. My ruthless boyfriend who was slowly murdering the man who dared to touch what was his; me.

"You dick, Cristiano! You fucking dick!" Jordan snapped, as the fight finally broke apart. He pushed his friend away, glaring at him hard. "You come here and stir up a fight? Really? Over what?"

"He touched her," Cristiano shot back before spitting on the ground carelessly. I looked away, still breathless and feeling queasily nauseous at the sight of the beaten up man on ground. Jordan sighed, running his hand through his hair as he licked his lips.

People were still dancing and trying to get on with the party though most seemed to be listening in discretely. "Yeah, well you didn't have to cause a scene," Jordan snapped back, rolling his eyes and sighing. I wrapped my arms around myself, still feeling sick and nervous.

"Sorry," Cristiano bluntly responded before taking out a brown envelope from his pocket and handing it over to Jordan. "Happy birthday even though it's tomorrow. I told you I'd come."

Jordan tried to keep an annoyed look on his face but it didn't last long. He rolled his eyes and glanced in to see a wad of cash and chuckled, shaking his head. "Whatever. Thanks. . .I guess."

"Jordan!"

"Baby, come back!"

"Jordy, we miss you!"

Gage snorted, chortling suddenly. "Did she just call you 'Jordy'?"

Jordan rolled his eyes. "My ladies are calling for me. Bye, losers." He turned and went back into the VIP area whilst Gage glanced between Cristiano and I before walking off, without a word, catching on.

Thanks for leaving me, Gage, with this guy who I don't want to talk to but miss so much

I licked my lips and looked at the ground, waiting for him to speak.

But he didn't. He came closer and lifted my chin, pulling a strand of my long hair behind my ear. His deep hazel eyes intently gazed at my face, studying it intensely. I swallowed roughly, uncomfortable in his intimidating gaze.

"Are you gonna keep acting or be straight with me?"

I scoffed, moving my head away from his hand. Rolling my eyes, I replied in disbelief, "I've always been straight with you; you're the one acting. What the hell is going on with you, Cristiano? Did you not receive anything from me?"

"Oh, I did," he carelessly answered vaguely. "I just didn't give a fuck."

I looked at him in disbelief, scoffing and shaking my head at him. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice beginning to rise. "You've been gone for almost a month! Not once did you reply to me! Talk to me, Cristiano."

"Stop being dramatic," Cris scoffed, rolling his eyes at me as if I was inferior to him. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips before bringing out a lighter. He managed to add, "I don't need your permission or approval to go anywhere."

I stared at him, utterly confused as to what was going on with the man. "I don't want to talk to you."

"No. We're gonna talk now so you can get it-"

"This is exactly why we argued before you left!" I practically yelled, groaning in frustration. I don't want to cause a scene and upset Jordan. Calmly, I managed to respond, "can you please stop putting up this front? What is wrong, Cristiano? I keep asking you and asking you and you won't reply! Just tell me, please."

He stared at me and I stared back, waiting for an answer that never came. I scoffed softly, shaking my head and my eyes landed upon the ring on my finger.

I lifted my hand and slowly managed to slid it off, handing it over to him. I licked my lips, bitterly looking at him in disdain. "You can have it; it's not like I trust you anymore."

I went to walk away but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back so I faced him. I glared at him, rolling my eyes. "Let me go. I don't want to talk to you."

"I'm not hiding anything. Will you stop being so paranoid?" He snapped, glaring at me too. I sighed again, his grip on my wrist tightening. I glanced back upwards to his eyes.

He's on something

"Let go of me, Cristiano," I cautiously said, my eyes filled with seriousness as I tried to wriggle my way out of his strong grasp.

"Who was that pervert you were with? You seriously danced with him? Are you that desperate?"

I grew more and more nervous as his tight grip only got worse and he pulled me closer to him, challengingly looking into my eyes. "You're on something. We can talk when you're clean-"

"I am fucking clean-"

"No, you're not! Get off me!"

"I think you should leave, Cris," Gage began, his voice deep and cautious as he approached. He scoffed and I yanked my wrist away as his grip loosened. Rubbing it, I stared at him in disbelief, close to bursting into tears.

"Stay the hell out of my business," he snapped back as Dax came over.

"Look, this is Jordan's birthday and he does not want anything to ruin his party. Just go, Cris."

He scoffed and I looked away as he met my eyes. Mine moved to Jordan who had noticed our gathering.

Oh no

He came through the crowd, an unimpressed look on his face. Gage and Dax stood in front of me as though they were blocking me from Cristiano. I didn't need protection but I also didn't want to speak to Cris.

"What is going on this time? Damn, can I ever have a good birthday?" Jordan gritted out, his voice filled with anger which was a surprise because, Jordan was never usually angry.

"I don't even know why you're all here. I'm talking to Rose. Rose, come here," Cris countered, his eyes intently on me. I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself. Swallowing roughly, I tried not to cry. "I think you should go."

He stared at me, almost in disbelief and replied harshly, "why?"

"You're ruining my party!" Jordan practically whined. "Go before I get security."

"Wow," Cristiano sarcastically said, glancing at each of our faces. "So much for fucking family, huh? Fine. I'll leave. I think the thot last night treated me better than all of you."

I know he did not just fucking say that

He started to storm away whilst I gaped at him but a wave of rage swept over me. I lunged over, so close to hitting him but Gage held me back whilst I screamed at him, yelling obscenities and shouting for him to come back and explain but he had already left, just like we wanted him to.

I yelled in frustration, pushing Gage's arms away and turning, covering my eyes with my hands as I exhaled in anger. I realised my mistake and groaned, letting the tears spill as I took my coat and bag, wiping them away. I turned to face an upset Jordan.

"I'm sorry, J. I'll make it up to you. Just have a good night, okay? And stay out of trouble. I'll see you tomorrow." I gave him a brief hug.

I turned and left, confused and upset.

~~~

When I woke up the next morning after a long night of tossing and turning, and crying, I felt cold.

Once again, the other side of the bed was empty and I was exhausted. I barely slept all night and every time I tried to, I started overthinking so I forced myself to stay awake.

I needed a banana or coffee or an energy drink. I could barely walk.

I groggily trudged over to the bathroom and used the toilet before brushing my teeth. Then, I showered and changed into some leggings and a hoodie with Calligraphy writing across it. I combed my hair and let it down messily on my shoulders.

I did light makeup before slipping on some socks and going downstairs.

I wasn't sure whether the guys were home are not but I didn't even want to think about what happened the night before. It was officially Jordan's birthday and I wanted to get started on his birthday breakfast.

I started cooking and later, I would bake a cake although we were going out again for his night birthday meal. I was almost certain that Cristiano would not show his face but I didn't want to see him. I wasn't even sure of who he was anymore.

As I cooked, I hummed along to music, trying to distract myself from how I was feeling. Pain thankfully wasn't in my mind but eventually, I knew at some point it would be.

"Morning."

I turned, gasping in surprise to see Jordan leaning against the doorway. "You scared me!" I bursted, my hand to chest. A small smile came onto his face though he seemed sad.

"Oh, Jordan!" I whined, "this was supposed to be a surprise!"

He chuckled, "it smelt too good."

I rolled my eyes. "Happy birthday, J."

He smiled and came into the kitchen, sitting on the island and taking a piece of bacon, eating it. "Thanks."

I noticed his dull behaviour and gently questioned, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I should be used to this. I'm just waiting for something bad to happen; as usual."

I shook my head, turning the food down a little and sitting on the stool beside him. "Hey. . .don't think like that. What did I tell you? Good things happen to good people," I softly reassured him, giving him a warm smile. "And you're a good person, Jordan. Right under your nose, something good is coming your way. I can feel it."

He rolled his eyes, glancing upwards at me. I felt so bad for the poor guy. I never usually saw him upset and it was weird seeing him so quiet. "You're just saying that because you have to, Rose. Don't lie." He was so bitter that it made me feel awful. Jordan was not a bitter person.

The doorbell unexpectedly rang which surprised both of us. We never usually had visitors and if we did, they used the building door downstairs. I raised an eyebrow before saying, "I'm coming and you better be cheerful when I'm back."

I slid off my stool and walked over to the door, peeking through the hole to see a woman standing there. She looked pretty nice so I opened the door slowly, my eyes scanning her.

She was standing in the light, a thousand shades of gold strands of blonde ness coming from the root of her hair to the tip. Her soft curls were the colour of rich cream and rested in her shoulders. Her hair was beautifully magnificent and looks as though it was from a hair dye advert. It was so healthy and moisturised. She looked like an angel.

Her eyes were the ocean, so full of life. They caught my attention and struck at me intensely. They scanned my face too.

But what really caught me was her stomach. Her round stomach that was bulging from her tight, baby pink dress. It wasn't too large but you could tell she was pregnant. Her skin was glowing; the woman was radiant. She looked like she really did fall from Heaven.

"Hi," she began, a small smile forming on her prepossessing face. "I'm Cameron. I was wondering if a guy called Jordan lived here?"

My lips parted as I made the connection between her stomach and Jordan. "Holy shit," I whispered in shock which caught her attention by accident. I cleared my throat. "Sorry - yes - he does live here. Um-"

"Rose, who's at the . . ." He immediately stopped as he came to the doorway, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping.

"Holy shit!" Jordan hissed out in astonishment. The woman pulled a strand of her beautiful hair behind her ear and bit her lip nervously.

"Cameron. . .what are you doing here?" Jordan breathed out, his eyes wide and alert as they glanced between her and her stomach.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake," she blurted out, about to turn until Jordan stopped her gently, intently looking into her electric eyes.

"I didn't come here to stir up trouble between you and your girlfriend-"

"Girlfriend?" Jordan and I simultaneously bursted in disbelief.

"No, no, I've got a boyfriend-"

"No, she's - I'm not - I don't - yeah, no - We're not together."

"Oh. ." Cameron softly breathed out, glancing between us before nervously saying, "okay. . ." She exhaled slowly, placing her hand on her stomach.

"Jordan, I'm here because, well, I'm pregnant and. .it's your baby. . ."

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