Chapter 5: Rosaline


At the sound of Hunter’s voice, I turned and yelled, “Hunter!”

“Rose, Top Break!” Hunter said.

Top Break? Was he insane? He knew that I utterly failed that skill. He said so himself.

“Rose, trust me. I believe in you,” he said.

“Aww, how sweet,” Leon said, dryly, “but you aren’t going anywhere, Princess.”

“Rose you can do it,” Hunter said.

“Please, Rosaline. You and I both know that you are incapable of fighting,” Leon taunted.

“Shut up!” I yelled at Leon. I pointed my hand toward his chest, focused all of my power in his direction, and said, “Get away from me!”

For the first time ever, my Top Break actually made contact. It sent Leon into the building about 30 feet away. We watched his unconscious body fall to the ground.

“Are you okay?” Hunter asked as he came over to me.

“Yeah. I think so,” I said, still in shock. “So…what just happened?”

“Believe it or not, you just used your powers,” Hunter replied.

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

“Well then.”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“Definitely.”

“Should we get out of here?”

“Yes. Yes we should.”

“Alright, but do you have to run?” I asked scared to repeat the previous incident.

“I won’t go as fast, so at the most you’ll get a mild headache.”

“Okay,” I said picking up the food bag. I then noticed a backpack sitting on the ground.

“Supplies,” Hunter said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“In the backpack. There are supplies, in case we need anything.”

“Oh.” So we were staying in the run. I couldn’t go home tonight like a normal 16 year old girl.

“Hopefully not for long,” Hunter said.

I spun around to face him. “How did you know what I was thinking?” I asked.

“Let’s get out of here first. I’ll explain when we get you somewhere safe.”

“I can’t stand this!”

He looked at me shocked. “What?”

“This!” I gestured to the both of us. “You keep telling me that you’ll explain everything later! It’s later, so start explaining!”

“Rose, not-”

“No! Don’t do that! You trying to calm me down right now isn’t going to help!”

“Rose, I-”

“I’m glad you care, really. It thrills me to no end. I’m so happy that you’re back, but you treating me like a 2 year old isn’t okay. I don’t like you treating me like I’m helpless.”

“Rose.”

“It makes me sick how you know what we’re up against, but I don’t and I’m obviously the one in danger. I need to know what’s going on. I can’t trust you if you won’t tell me. You can’t keep doing-”

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss. It was magical and I slowly melted in his arms. I never wanted to stop and it felt like he didn’t either.

“Hunter,” I whispered when he pulled away.

“Rose, I love you more than anything in the world. Being away from you, making you cry, putting you in danger—I never wanted any of it to happen, but it did. I promise I will do everything possible to keep you safe because I love you. Rosaline Serena Blackthorne, I have and always will love you. So please, I beg you, trust me and let me get you somewhere safe.”

I blushed and stared at him. “O-okay.”

He sighed and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Hunter?”

“Yes?”

“…I-I love you too.”

“I hoped so.”

I smiled at him. He picked up the backpack and handed it to me.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I climbed onto his back and we took off. He was going much slower that before. I enjoyed being with Hunter. He made me feel special, even when he would yell at me. I could feel that his heart was pounding because he was nervous from the kiss. To distract myself from all of him, I tried to turn my head but that made me dizzy.

“Hunter! Please stop!” I yelled over the passing wind. He stopped and put me down.

“What happened?” he worriedly asked.

“I don’t feel right. I tried to turn my head but then-”

“You became dizzy,” he finished.

“Yeah. It hurt my head.”

“I know. You should never try to move your head. It knocks you off balance.”

“Oh. Good to know.”

“Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner.”

“Okay. So where are we staying?”

“I was thinking a hotel.”

“Can we pay for one?”

“Yeah. I’m rich, remember?”

“Oh yeah…wait. What?”

“Rich. Me. Am. Remember. I.”

“No, I don’t recall that coming up.”

“Oh, well, my mom is a fashion designer, so…yeah.”

“Oh…that’s nice.”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“She always found you adorable and it was hard to stop her from kidnapping you to dress you in her clothes.”

“Thank you for saving me from being forced to wear fancy, expensive, designer clothes. You are my hero,” I said sarcastically.

“This is no joking matter. She drags you into a fabric-covered abyss for days, without food, water or sleep. That woman is a monster,” he said seriously.

“Is that why you would miss several days of school?”

“Yes.”

“And why you would eat my lunch and be at my house for breakfast and dinner?”

“I was starving, yes.”

“…Did she make you wear dre-”

“Yes and I prefer not to talk about it.”

“Was it really tha-”

“Yes it was terrifying. I still have nightmares about those times.”

I laughed. “Scaredy cat.”

“Yes, yes I am a total crybaby and I will accept it. If you went through it too you would know why I have no shame in being called a wimp.”

“Wow. It must have been intense.” I stood up and joked, “Poor baby. It’s okay. Big Sister Rose is here now and she’s going to make it all better.”

“I know,” he sincerely said.

I blushed and backed away. He smiled sweetly and hugged me.

“And when Big Sis gets scared, Little Bro will protect her,” he joked back.

“Shut up, stupid jerk,” I muttered.

“It’s okay, Little Rose. Hunter loves you. Yes he does. Yes he does,” he taunted in a baby voice.

I blushed more and whispered, “Rose loves Hunter, too.”

Then he got quiet. He let me go, turned and covered his face. “C-come on.”

“Okay,” I said, too shy to say anything else.

We walked hand in hand to the hotel. As we walked through the door, a man behind the front desk asked, “How may I help you?”

“Hello, sir. I am Hunter Grey. I called about a reservation,” Hunter said as we approached the man.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Grey. We are glad to have you here,” the man said, as he pulled out some papers. “Please fill out these forms and I will show you to your room.”

“Okay. Mr…”

“McLanely.”

“Mr. McLanely, this,” Hunter said turning to me, “Is my companion for the evening. Rosaline Jasper.”

“Nice to meet you Miss Jasper,” the man said with a slight bow of his head.

“You too, Mr. McLanely,” I replied.

He took the papers that Hunter had signed and handed Hunter a room key. “Your room is on the 6th floor. Number 621. Please enjoy your stay,” Mr. McLanely said.

“Thank you,” Hunter and I replied in unison.

As we walked to the elevator, Hunter said to me, “You can go ahead and take a shower and change when we get to the room.”

“Okay,” I said as I looked at my dirtied reflection in the elevator doors. “I don’t have other clothes,” I said as the doors opened.

“I’ve got it covered,” Hunter said as he pulled me onto the elevator. As the doors closed he added, “I want to do something nice for you,” not allowing his face to be seen.

“Thanks,” I said.

We stood in silence as the elevator slowly rose to the 6th floor.

“Hunter?” I whispered.

“Hm?”

“Does this mean…we’re dating?”

He flinched, then responded, “Yes?”

“Yes?”

“Yes, we are,” he said, more convinced.

“Yes.”

“Yes,” he repeated.

“Good.”

“Good.”

“So, you’re my boyfriend?”

“Y-yes.”

“A-and I’m your…girlfriend?”

He nodded.

“Cool,” was all I could say.

The doors opened and we walked down the hall to our room. Hunter unlocked the door and I looked into the lavish room.

“Wow,” I said.

“Go in,” Hunter said.

I walked inside and gawked at the bed with its abundance of pillows to the beautiful window next to a gorgeous chair.

“I’ll go get you some clothes,” Hunter said as he walked toward the bathroom.

“What?” I asked, looking at him.

“You need some clothes. I’ll go get you some,” he repeated.

“N-no. I can wash these and wear them again,” I said.

“Rose, stop. I’m getting you new clothes.”

“Okay.”

He petted my head. “Relax and take your time. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“O-okay,” I quietly said and he left, closing the door behind him.

I went to the window and looked out into the night sky. I hoped that we would be okay, that everything would be okay and go back to normal. Whatever “normal” was, I wanted it back…most of it, anyway.

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