Thank God it's Friday, I know that doesn't change the fact I have had an absolutely crazy week. Everything has happened so fast, I feel like my life is spinning out of control. Dean is doing the best he can. I love my brother, but he should stay far away from the kitchen. I can already smell the burning French toast and with my bedroom door closed. He tries, I guess not all siblings are like we are, I'm truly blessed with the ones I have.

With that thought, my emotional roller coaster start to descend. Did Damion and Dean know I was only there half sister? Does dad know I'm not his? Will I have another unplanned encounter with Sage today? Will Dr. Finley, aka "birth daddy", try and talk to me?

My head, now a splitting pile of mush; hurts as if a bullet entering, bouncing around, and then exited. A little dark, yes I know, but that's how it feels. My whole world has just been crashed down upon me and I don't know how to make it stop. Sifting through my questions, I hadn't noticed the clothes I put on.

I took a good look in my full length body mirror. My leafy green eyes starring back at me. My subconscious chose, dark blue jean shorts with a frayed hem. Paired with a plain light blue T-shirt, tucked just behind the jean button on my waist band. Adding the few necklaces I owned to the mix, with a bracelet to match. Perfect. Now my hair on the other hand, was a mess. So up in a messy bun it went. Fitting, I know. Finally, I slipped on my socks and white vans, before heading downstairs.

Let me tell you, it was a sight to see. The house looked like the forest fog, a canopy of smoke blanketed the air, making it hard to see. Next thing my ears hear is the annoying ringing of the fire alarm. Speedily hopping down the stairs, I curled around the corner, my hand and arm guiding against the wall to see the most interesting sight of pure laughter. Dean was slapping a small dancing flame made of toast, with a kitchen towel, on a skillet. Screaming in a high pitch tone only he could make. The flame continued dancing around the pan, while Dean freaked out. My laughter alarmed him of my presence, which he yelled at me for, of course.

"STOP LAUGHING AND DO SOMETHING!!" He shouted, annoyance laced with worry.

A smile still lighting up my plumped cheeks, hurt from such happiness. Happiness I haven't felt since I died. I simply walked over to the stove, picked up the pan, and placed it in the sink. The running water, struck the dancing flame diminishing its power. With a smirk on my face that said, ' I will never let you forget this.' I looked back, to find his blue gems pissed.

"What the hell Rose, now what are we going to eat!?" He spoke with wrath.

I just looked at his blue gems dumbfounded. Like really you're mad I just saved your life. I snatched a box of cereal off the top of the fridge, nicely setting it down on the counter, in front of him.

"Enjoy." I smiled. "You're welcome you didn't get burned. Not like you were about to eat crispy black toast anyway." His face and body visibly soften back to his playful self. All he can manage to do is give me a small smile, roll his eyes and poor the bowl of cereal. Not feeling to hungry with the smell of burnt toast stuck in my lungs. I opted for some fresh coffee and snagging an apple off the table. Before heading to the door, I quickly wet a wash towel.

"Rose, I'm going to see dad later when you're out of school, want to ride with me?" Dean's glistening blue gems beamed at me, while shoving a large scoop of 'Cheerios' in his huge mouth. A small chuckle left my mouth, before giving him my answer.

"I will just meet you there, right after school. Sound good?"

The only response he could muster up was a head nod, 'yes', before shoveling more food into his already chipmunk mouth. I just rolled my eyes, grabbed my keys, shut the door, and headed for Dena's. Speedily cleaning Janes steering wheel of the red paint, I sigh, knowing Dena would be pissed at me.

I was about to get an ear full, because not only did I ditch school yesterday, but I ditched her. Her older sister had to take her and they pretty much hate one another. So I know I'm in for an ass chewing.

Not even bothering to turn on the tunes, I mentally prepared myself for the conversation about to play out.

'What the hell Rose!?'

'Sorry, D! I didn't feel good yesterday.'

'A phone call would have been nice.' (Eye rolling)

'D, I'm sorry forgive me?'

'Well duh 🙄, we are soul sisters of course.'

(Hug it out.) THE END.

I hope anyway. We will see how fiery she looks, when I pick her up. Just as that thought escaped my brain, my eyes landed on Dena, sitting on her front door step. She looked mad but not so mad, that she would bite my head off. Our eyes not leaving one another while she waltzed around Jane and plopped herself right down.

"Could have called yesterday!?" Her lips mushed together, and her eye brow raised.

"Sorry D! I didn't feel good!"

"That's not what I heard." She looked at me a little confused.

"What? What did you hear?" My confusion matching hers equally.

"Your mom called my mom, told her what was going on with your dad. You could have called me to talk. You know I'm always here for you." Her stance meant the utmost seriousness, but her face looked at me with pity.

"Thanks D, I just needed time. That's all. Forgive me ?" I lied, well I didn't lie it was more of an omission. That's not lying right?

"Of course, soul sisters for life!" She praised, and I was glad.

Dean's little fingers found the radio, the local station, giving the morning news report.

"Joes Shop, is out of commission until Monday. We apologize for the inconvenience." The radio voice spoke clearly, annunciating every word. "Thank you for your understand, sincerely the Violance Family."

Great, now everyone in town is going to know our business. Just what I needed, more attention. My fingers gently spun Janes dial, switching the station to a morning toon. A real oldie, 'Love Me Do' by the Beetles. I like the smooth toon, it's relaxing yet upbeat. Dena didn't seem to mind, she simply hummed along with me.

Pulling in to the lot, it was full and I couldn't help but wonder why? We left early enough it should have still been empty. When Dena reminded me of Friday's festivities.

"There getting ready for the big games next week. First games of the 'Season Smash'." I completely forgot since I'm not a jock. I'm sure the only reason Dena knew was because of Kills. The Season Smash, takes placed every year the second week of school. Lacrosse, football, volleyball and soccer, four out of the five days of school. Monday is Pep-rally for the Cheer squad, kinda like a home coming only no court and wacky clothes week. Monday will be the day the design club reveals our design of the school mural.

I should be more excited, I worked my ass off for this mural. This design is going to be one of the many placed in my portfolio. Only I'm to distracted, with spirits, mystery's and a specific demon. I hope this day goes by fast because I don't know how I'm going to focus.

Dena and I split ways and head to our lockers. The halls filled with buzzing students decorating posters and hanging some decorations. My eyes brushed passed everyone's figure, trying to see if a certain someone was standing at his locker. The crowd thinned just a smidge, for my curiosity to be smooshed. He wasn't there, why should I be surprised.

Twisting the code, my birthdate, into the built in locker padlock.

Ten left, twenty six right, circling left all the way around finishing on three.

The familiar click sounding, my index knuckle lifting up on the small latch holding my locker shut. When I swung it open, my eyes landed on a beautiful rose, more than half bloomed. Its petals were half white, with the tips red. Only this red was more than just the tip, half the petal was red. It looked beautiful, thorns still attached, like the red was slowly swallowing the whites purity. The sweet smell, satisfied my senses. The soft petals, gently pressing to my nasal passage. Roses are just heavenly.

With that, two hands wrapped around my torso, resting on my waist. A familiar presence pushing his solid chest against my back. His breath fanned the flesh of my neck, before he trailed light kisses from my shoulder to my ear. His lips tickling my outer ear pinna.

"Do you smell how sweet my Rosie is?" His devilishly sexy voice whispered.

I was so trapped with in his trance I tried to speak only to have lost my words. I just shook my head 'Yes', before he went on.

"Do you see my Rosie changing? Your incense becoming mine." His voice dropping another octave.

Oh for heavens sake, I just wanted to turn around and lock lips with this incubus of mine. Nodding my head 'yes' once again.

"Do you see how her thorns, protect her?" His spoke more as if condescending.

I took that moment to turn around, looking into his storm clouded grey eyes. A smirk playing upon his lips. I was about to speak when he beat me to it.

"Your mine Rosie. Don't forget that. I will always protect what is mine." He confidently said before kissing my forehead and leaving, walking out the school doors. Where's he going?

RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!

That's the eight thirty bell.

Shit I'm late.

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Back to school once again! TGIF for Rose!

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This is the out fit I placed Rose in. Did I do a good job of describing it?