It Tis' But A Rose -Chapter One

Chapter One: (Rocha) It Tis' But A Rose

I hobbled down the path after the very powerful thrashing that was received earlier.

My clothes stiffened and held the most obnoxious odor...It was mud, in which my clothes and body were saturated in.

My copper colored skin covered in the unsightly mud.

I felt the very rotund, scorching summer sun that shone bright in the sky.

A metallic taste could be felt in my mouth, scarlet blood- was what it was...

I groaned at the feel of the coagulated blood that caked to my lips.

The pain that ravished my body was the only thing that had motivated me to keep moving surely I had to only get to the house quick...

Just as soon as possible before those girls come back.

As I had then head past lush green pastures,

I look to realize I'm not so far away...

But reality set in for me to realize that it would take much longer by just being on foot, and not going by vehicle which would hinder me getting there by sunset as a result.

Only a ways to go I thought, just try to pretend.....

That it is really no big deal.

That you're in total control of this potentially ill-fated situation.

Finally, the lengthy white fence and the huge Victorian house was far into view.

It was indeed unfortunately, still too far off for me to go on by foot.

In a pathetic attempt to strengthen the huge chances of getting home on time before the sunset kicked in, my legs had managed to sprint down the country road that stretched before me like a bronze ribbon...

I had fumbled fell face first in the mud, a huge splash of harsh brown matter in my face.

The stench of weather beaten dirt smells...

A mask of soon to be caked mud was now splattered all over my face...

In shame at this turn of disastrous events,

I wanted to bawl.

Screaming in frustration at my own failure I slowly got myself up.

"Darling, you're not going to get anywhere if you go on like that" said a voice that was a silky baritone.

I looked up just to see this strange guy, that had stood there looking at my misfortune.

With his butterscotch colored skin and

big hazel eyes, he had observed my poor

appearance at bay- sympathetically.

His lips were so full, and framed that

devilish grin with rose colored lips

that seemed to be painted on.

He had attempted to suppress his laughter, being subtle was apparently not a strong suit for him...

Ebony jet colored hair that framed his own

shapely face had stood out- his appearance

made him look vaguely familiar, but I had to

have known him nonetheless.

Kinky, loose, unruly curls that complimented him...

It was Randal Davidson, my sister's boyfriend.

"You obviously need help, you must be in bad

shape considering how you look" he queried.

I had gave him a very long questionable look

at that very last statement he had made.

"You need help obviously, and I came out here

to look for you since you were gone for quite

some time" he said, helping me up.

He had a look of concern on his otherwise- very

very relaxed face, he pokes my side abruptly.

I yelped in pain, giving him a hard glance in his

direction at the rash move he decided to make.

It was excruciating pain, the kind you don't

ever forget.

He cracks a smile as he breathes in the warm and humid Summer air.

The sky began to take on the evening hue-a lovely peach and pink.

The sun would go down soon without a hitch..

I would be in for a treat by the time I get home,

as I'm contemplating over how this scenario

will play out once arriving home.

More likely, I would receive a good reprimanding from none other than

Victoria probably.

I'm distraught...

All damp....

Also worried.....

"You know you could ride on my motorcycle" he said, looking.

I was hesitant, Randal and I didn't have much

of a relationship, he just existed- it was more

like we know of each other and it was always

a coming and going thing.

Victoria didn't like for me to be socializing to

any of her friends, she strongly despised me.

"There is no rush to going back to that lion's den?" I said dully.

This is a remote road I'm not worried about going the distance.

Besides home is where the hurt is, and I'm

in no hurry- but I don't want to stumble up

and end up amongst those girls again.

"Nope I'll just walk the rest of the way

Randal,besides Victoria really wouldn't

like that-and I don't want to dirty you

up I'm embarrassed" I said, trying to a

attempt to rub caked mud off me.

He nods nonchalantly, as he looks off toward the sun as it tries set.

"Well good luck darling, it will be dark by the time you get there- see you at the house" he says.

I sighed harshly at him, really exhausted and annoyed by my hard- luck and him butting in.

"Does your embarrassment clouds

all your common sense too, come

along you're just only squandering

time doing this" he stated slightly

impatient.

On foot, it would be a long way to go on a country road.

Common sense told me that, I decided to just

stop letting pride intrude on this guy's offer

to help me.

The sky would be pitch dark by the time I'd arrive.

It would be beyond ignorant to continue on

this way, especially in my shape.

"I'm sorry I apologize, thank you for being so

so concerned that you would go out of your

way to look for me " I stated softly.

I limped along, he picked me up and

carried me up the hill where I could

see that his motorcycle was parked

carefully with caution.

The hills was riddled with lavender plants and

other random weeds.

It was a challenging tread up that steep hill

that he carried me up on.

However, he made it up there through sheer

grit and determination.

Randal mounts the motorcycle exhaling, letting

out a long loud whistle. Tired and literally beat,

despite myself I laughed at him giddily.

Randal mounts the motorcycle revving up

the engine, I hopped on as well- making

sure I clung onto him to just prevent the

chances of me falling off as weak as

my body felt.

A sharp pain coursed through my body

though, causing me to wince softly with

every bump that came with this cramped

very uncomfortable ride on this motorcycle-

it was not intense pain but pain all the same.

I could see a concerned look etched across his face, he looks back cautiously to check on me.

He wanted to be assured, I guess that the beating I got did not leave any injuries as he asked me was I okay at the the moment.

I replied, "I'm a tough one - okay no worries,

it doesn't hurt extremely bad I'm fine I can

ride through this"

He smiles, his expression softened as

the scenery became a psychedelic blur.

The trees becoming nothing more than

a memory, as colors of flowers very well

known faded into the merry-go-round of

warm hues.

My arms pained as I gripped tighter

onto him in fear as he speeds up a

little, my eyes expanding in fear as I

became so scared.

My eyes was shut so my body gave the impression that we were flying...

While we were in fact not -it was just the speed he was going.

In fact it felt as though I would in fact fall if

I potentially let go.

He was getting closer as far as I could tell as my eyes opened with a little hesitation.

The huge house had came into view,

and that's when survival mode kicked

back in.

Back to the shrew and that mousy spineless father of mines -a pity for me isn't it.

You would think home is where you feel comfortable, for me it is not...

I have a stepmother as well as a stepsister, who hates me and they rule this habitat with cruelness as well as unfairness to those around them.

The huge one white Victorian house in all

of it's splendor and glory.

Randal's motorcycle had pulled up into the yard

driving past the white border fence.

My father stood under the old mossy oaks

the Summer breeze moving the hanging

moss swayed back and forth.

He smiled so desperately his whole soul

clearly ecstatic to see my presence.

Victoria however was cold, a very

much annoyed look on her face at

my surprise turn up- rolling her eyes

arms crossed so defensively.

Victoria's unfriendly disposition made it all

the more uncomfortable in the house.

Randal stopped close to the veranda,

he dismounted the motorcycle he aided

me as I limped a little.

My father rushed over frantically in concern,

Victoria stands there as stiff as a cadaver in

a body bag she just looks on.

"Where have you been, my boyfriend is not

a chauffeur or some taxi driver!" she shouted

at me in a fury.

"Victoria be calm your sister is home that is

no way to react to her arriving safe, please

just show some proper decorum- that is all

I'm literally asking of you at the moment"

he said.

"Yeah, Victoria she has been gone quite a while

and that's your mature response in return" stated Randal, giving her a long hard look.

He doesn't conceal the harsh look he throws

in her direction.

Victoria pursed her red painted lips, only

to resort to pouting rather than to go

about speaking further.

I saw my sister fuming at me, since there was

indeed nothing else she could say.

Nothing, but spite and malice towards me...

"What's with the hard look -your sister is safe" said Randal, looking at her annoyed.

"You go out to look for this sad case out

there-she looks like vagabond" she said

with derision.

"Thank you for finding Rocha," my father said to Randal as he embraced me.

"You've been gone over an hour-- what had happened ?" he asked.

I said nothing just looked down ashamed, everything less than deserving" I replied.

"Well just you get yourself washed up you're a total embarrassment all covered in mud" said

Victoria, looking at me in disgust.

My father gave her a stern look through his glasses.

"Rocha so sorry to hear that happened" he said, running his hand through his cropped fro.

I nodded looking down at the ground miserably.

"Well you must have been real special for them to resort to that, cheer up" said Randal, he grins

and I looked puzzled.

"How do you figure girls were involved?" I said.

Victoria had scowled in displeasure at me,

she held her head up high as she cleared her throat.

My father shot her a look, and Randal had looked uncomfortable at this situation.

While I just wanted to get away from Victoria's seething glare...

I wanted to thank Randal for going out there to look for me, without provoking the wrath of

Victoria.

So I smiled at him in thanks, and abruptly took for the house.

My Stepmother was no more welcoming as her

rude ill-mannered Victoria.

"Do you even know that Victoria's boyfriend had to go out looking for you?" she said coldly.

"We were waiting on you he is our guest, and the guy goes out to look for you- and darling, you look like shit" she says lighting her cigarette as she looked me over.

She ruffles her big ebony curls that were

pinned up, her light brown almond eyes

pierced me like an executioner.

"Mother I am so sorry and that won't happen-" she immediately cut me off.

"Do I look like that tawdry little thing?" she scolded me.

"Do I look like I pushed a vacuum my whole

life I'm a heiress your mother was the help"

she said bitterly.

"Get out of my sight till you are clean the

house stinks of middle class!" her nose

crinkles.

"Don't ever call me your mother again you are

nothing more, but a bastard child" she said.

Viola roughly stubbed out her cigarette

so aggressively, a maid stood there just

becoming the background.

She looked at me sympathetically, as I turned

around to head for upstairs.

I rushed to get these all these muddy clothes off, hardened by the sun the mud was a shell...

I groaned in frustration, the only comfort was

the feel of that hot water washing away the

soil on my skin.

Wait till Randal see how Victoria really is,

if he thinks he's seen the worse.

Wonder why is he even here today?

I've heard of him, but ever hardly laid eyes on him as I kept somewhat a distance.

But he's seen my parents often in fact- more than the other guys.

Surprised he's even still dating Victoria,

with her moods and her delusions of

grandeur.

She usually ran men off before you could

even remember what their names were.

These two however, only have dated for two years....

The others a few months-due to her rude,

self-indulgent, egotistical behavior.

I hardly converse with Randal, because it

would bring out animosity- at least, from

my sisters end so I always kept distance.

So why did he go look out there to even look

for me?

They could have just went on without me,

guess it's strangers who care more huh?

My father sure he loves me, however he is mousy.

No backbone to be a man-he lets Victoria

and Viola treat me lower than low.

He is scared of Viola, more so the guilt of him

having an affair-plus me being the ending

result.

Who is in the mood to play?

Not me, I could care less

for playing happy family.

Truth be told I'm not happy.

Been so for a long time.

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