*EDITED*

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Rose checks her final appearance in the body length mirror. She rubs her hands down the sides of her blue dress, smoothing it out for the tenth time. It was a fitted kind that came down to the thighs and was secured to the skin. It curved out her thin body, from her chest to her short, pale legs.

"You look beautiful darling," Mrs. Col comments as Rose enters the house, Mr. Wood following close behind.

"Thank you, Julie." Rose gives her a warm smile as she continues to walk to the Dining Area. She heard a small conversation stirring up between Mrs. Col and her Father when she left them behind.

Rose steps onto a black and white checkered floor, entering the kitchen-- one that looked just as beautiful as the rest of the house. Rose was astonished with the vintage objects hanging and dangling from all around.

"Oh, hey Rose. So beautiful!"

Rose turns around to see Brian standing with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dress pants. He held a simpered look, and it generates a sense of suspicion. The way he looked at her, like something he couldn't keep his eyes off of. It all made Rose wrap her arms around herself, in discomfort. Though she felt uneasy, and a huge lump in her stomach and throat, she tried lightly to say;

"Hi, Brian. Thank you! You look-"

"Hey guys!" Diran and Ryan said in unison, they strutted into the kitchen dressed similarly.

They grin at each other mysteriously.

"Hey guys!"

Rose turns on her heels, expecting the fourth brother to come waltzing through.

"Iran isn't here, if it's him you are looking for," Ryan says to Rose, making her blush.

"No, ah-"

A loud clap comes from behind, causing everyone to jump.

"C'mon let's all have a seat," Mrs. Col chimes. She sat at the head of the large marble table, while Mr. Wood chose to sit at the other end. Rose took a seat closer to Mrs. Col, when Brian plopped down beside her.

"I'm sorry for my husband and my youngest son's absence." A sad smile found its way onto Mrs. Col's face. "I hope this evening together is still as splendid as I imagined it to be!"

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Rose checks her watch, it was eight twenty. She had been here for twenty minutes. Ryan and Diran made small talk while they ate. Mr. Wood had left to use the restroom and Mrs. Col had a call to take. It was rather quiet while everyone remaining, ate.

Suddenly, Rose felt a hand snake around her waist. She flinches when she felt it tighten. She looks down to her right in fright. Brian shot her a cheesy smile.

"B-"

"Shush," He interrupts.

"Let go," Rose whispers, she shuffles over, trying to peel his hand off.

"Don't move!" The playfulness demolishes from his voice, replaced with a harsh cold tone.

"Hey, I should go!" Rose leaps out her chair, surprising Brian with her sudden movement-- he lets go, and recoils his wrist.

"Bye Rose!" Ryan and Diran said, their voices corresponding.

Rose left the kitchen quickly, her wedges smacking the tile floors. She heard shuffling behind her, and turning around, she saw Brian was close behind.

Suddenly, she is pushed against the wall, her back meeting the smooth surface hardly. "Ahh-"

"Shut up right now! Not too good with orders are you? I see what Iran was talking about." Brian's hand found it's way over Rose's mouth. It pressed against her lips, stifling any words that tried to escape.

Brian led Rose up the stairs, holding her body close to his with one hand and the other covering her mouth.

"Good girl, now open the door."

Rose extends her arm, wrapping it around the door knob, she turns it and the door swings open.

Rose is suddenly shoved inside, the door closing and locking behind her. On the other side, Brian made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Rose left?"

Brian averted his eyes to Mr. Wood, who has returned. His hand grazed his grey dress suit.

"Yes," Ryan answers, he removes himself from the table, Diran following.

"She won't be home tonight. She's staying at a friend's," Brian says to Mr. Wood.

"Oh, really? I wish she had of told me first."

"Hmm, yeah, understandable."

Brian walks over to his mother, "it was such a great dinner Mother, but I have to go." Brian plants a kiss on his Mother's cheek before exiting the kitchen.

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Rose sat on his bed, her head buried in her legs, as she cried. Her dress was damp and itchy, due to her fallen tears.

A creak sounded from the other side of the room, and light flooded through the room.

Rose kept her head down, knowing who it was. She couldn't look at him while all the horrible things he could do ran through her head.

"Baby, look at me."

Rose felt a hand connect with her shoulder, causing her to flinch.

"Please, don't." Her tone must've been hard because immediately her chin is yanked from between her legs.

"I said, look at me!" Brian whispers harshly, his face inches away from hers.

"What are you going to do?" Rose asks, fear taking over her voice.

"Well... I could kiss you-"

"Please, I- I've never done that. And I sure as hell don't want my first with you!"

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Plus, I already have a surprise in-store! I'll be back," Brian let's go of Rose's face and leaves the room. Of course, locking the door.

Rose jumps off the bed, she had to hide, escape, something. If there was one thing she knew, she didn't want to know the surprise.

A door on the right of his room catches her attention. Brian's closet!

Rose runs to the closet, she pulls open the door, and enters. She parts his cloth, desperate to find the opening. She mentally slaps herself, as she spots a door on the other side. She should of knew, she had one in her house!

Behind her, she could hear the shouts of her name. But she didn't care-- the exit was finally in sight. She opens the other door, and a bathroom was displayed in front of her. Rose ran to the other side of the bathroom and opens the door, another room was there. She dashes to the exiting door and found herself in a long hallway. She saw the gold- rim staircase and knew exactly where they lead, the front door!

"Hey!"

Rose turns her head to see Brian right on her heel. She ran down the stairs, sprinting for dear life. Finally Rose saw the front door, in one swift move, it was open-- but it wasn't Rose's hand that had opened it.

♥

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