At first, Rosemary felt repulsed. Every time someone would touch her shoulder or arm, she would flinch. After all the bruises and scars that had been laid on her arms, her arms were sensitive to touch. She had to remind herself that this was James, and he wasn't going to hit her. She chewed on the bottom of her lip, trying to figure out what to say. Her nerves were driving her crazy.
I-I know it has, J-James," she stammered nervously. She was trying to keep herself together, but there were already tears forming on her facial features. She reached up and wiped them with her hand, looking down at her lap. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
The next question really made her upset. How was she really? She spent her life in constant tragedy and she thought life would get better in college. It was a bumpy ride and she wanted to disconnect herself from everybody but Hannah had to pass away and ruin everything. "I don't know anymore," she responded truthfully. "I thought college would be better. But I ended up meeting a mini version of my dad," she continued. She hadn't opened up about what had been happening in years. She never thought she would even be saying this to James at all.
"When I think things get better, they get worse. No one wants me to be happy and I have to accept that," she uttered. She never thought she would have to say this, but it was true. Rosemary grew up on constant hate and criticism. There was no true happiness, only fake smiles with fake laughter to jokes that weren't even funny. That's how she got along in life. "I need to ask you something, can I stay at your place for the night? I don't have any money to stay another night in the motel and I sure as hell am not staying with my dad," her hand subconsciously moved towards the one that touched her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Please?"
I-I know it has, J-James," she stammered nervously. She was trying to keep herself together, but there were already tears forming on her facial features. She reached up and wiped them with her hand, looking down at her lap. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
The next question really made her upset. How was she really? She spent her life in constant tragedy and she thought life would get better in college. It was a bumpy ride and she wanted to disconnect herself from everybody but Hannah had to pass away and ruin everything. "I don't know anymore," she responded truthfully. "I thought college would be better. But I ended up meeting a mini version of my dad," she continued. She hadn't opened up about what had been happening in years. She never thought she would even be saying this to James at all.
"When I think things get better, they get worse. No one wants me to be happy and I have to accept that," she uttered. She never thought she would have to say this, but it was true. Rosemary grew up on constant hate and criticism. There was no true happiness, only fake smiles with fake laughter to jokes that weren't even funny. That's how she got along in life. "I need to ask you something, can I stay at your place for the night? I don't have any money to stay another night in the motel and I sure as hell am not staying with my dad," her hand subconsciously moved towards the one that touched her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Please?"