WHAT IF?
Chapter Nine
Lost Girl
Rose was in Paris’ house, dancing and talking
to Rachel. She drank, along with everyone in the house. People were crazy in
the house. They danced, and then they decided to jump in the pool. Rose did the
same.
Jack arrived at the house, then knocked on
the door. He heard people laughing and loud music. He knocked on the door
again. The door was answered by a guy. "Hey." Jack just walked in.
"Hey, don’t you have any manners?"
Jack walked back to him and grabbed him by
the collar. "Where’s Rose?"
"She…she’s outside."
Jack walked outside and saw Rose in the
Jacuzzi with Rachel and Paris. "Rose, let’s go."
"What?"
"Let’s go." Jack grabbed her by the
arm, which made her get up.
"Let go of me." Then he grabbed her
by the waist and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. Rose giggled. As
they went inside the house, Jack put her down. She looked around her.
Everything was spinning. Then, everything went black.
*****
The next morning, Rose woke up in her bed.
She tried to get up, but she felt a sharp pain in her head. Then she lay back.
As Jack entered the room, she slowly sat up, then looked at him.
"Jack?" No answer. "Jack?" A tear fell from Rose’s eye. He
looked up. "I’m sorry about the things I said," she told him. "I
didn’t mean to..." She was interrupted.
"Oh, I understand. You made a complete
mistake, making a fool of yourself in front of people. Rose, do you know this
is going to be in the news?"
"Yes! I do know!"
"Then why did you act like that?"
"Because nobody listens to me!"
"Well, that’s no reason at all,
Rose."
"You know what? Fuck you." She got
up and walked into the bathroom. She felt dizzy again, and she threw up. Jack
heard the noise. He opened the door. Rose was on the floor. He kneeled next to
her and hugged her. "I’m sorry," she whimpered.
Jack nodded. "I know. Me, too."
*****
Dear Journal,
I’ve learned my lesson. I’m never drinking
again. I don’t want to lose Jack. He’s the only person who understands me and
knows who I am. Maybe I should change, or maybe I’ll always be called the Lost
Girl.
Yours truly,
Rose