Six months later
Rosalyn closes her eyes and leans back against the cold wall behind her as he screamed. She flinched when she heard the chair crash only a few feet away from her position on the floor. Her eyes were watery when they finally opened again. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers.
Justin stopped and turned, glaring at her. His eyes were dark and his features were twisted to show every bit of anger he felt. "Why Rosalyn? WHY?" he screams. She pushes herself further against the wall when he stalks over to her. He kneels down and grabs her chin, violently shaking her head until she looks at him. "Because... I... can." He lets go and her head falls back down. She just wants to be left alone but she knows he won't let her be until he has his way with her. He grabs her arm and drags her across the room, throwing her onto the bed. She tries to crawl away from him but his hands are around her waist, keeping her in place.
"Justin... Don't. Please don't do this. Not tonight, not like this." His smile looks slightly insane as he licks his lips.
"Why not Rose? Do you want your first time to be special? Waiting for the perfect guy to come along, sweep you off your feet, make your senses go wild? Well guess what, IT'S ME! It's been six fucking months! Do you know what that does to a guy? I was ok with it. You know, I loved you, wanted you to be happy, so I waited. This is the first fucking relationship that I've done this Rose. For you. And now, now I'm sick of it. I don't care what you say, we're doing it. Tonight. Right now." She shakes her head back and forth and tries to roll away but he grabs her wrists and holds them above her head. "Tonight Rose."
"Don't do this to me Justin. Not tonight. Just please don't do it."
He chuckles and shakes his head back and forth. "I'm sorry but this is the way it has to be." Within seconds he rips her shirt away. He stares down at her greedily, hungrily, waiting for her to say something.
"Justin... Please," she whispers one last time, tears forming in her eyes.
He ducks his head down only inches from hers. "I love you Rose." She stays silent and that only enrages him even more. "Alright then. If you gotta be like that then lets get it over with." She continues to try and push him away as he undoes her pants. He looks down at her and kisses her softly on the lips one last time before he finally enters her. She screams, her eyes watering and her whole body trembling with fear and pain.
"Jusitn! Stop! Please don't... Don't do this to me!" she shouts, the pain running through her body. He ignores her and continues to pound into her weakened body. "At least... At least go slow... Please..."
He smirks and shakes his head back and forth, beads of sweat forming at his hairline. "I like it rough Rose. You should know that by now." The tears fall silently from her eyes and he sees that she's given up. She stops her struggling after a few hopeless minutes and she just sits there, staring at the wall, taking his abuse. He smiles to himself. He had won.
He watches her as he dresses, curled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around her stomach and the hood of her sweatshirt pulled over her head. She's so beautiful. His shoulders slump and he suddenly feels guilty for what he did. Sighing deeply he walks over to her and crouches down, lifting her chin up. She averts her eyes, staring down at the floor. "Rose... I'm sorry that it had to be this way but you just don't understand." She blinks slowly but says nothing. "Oh come on, don't be angry at me. It was going to happen eventually."
Her voice is so quiet it's barely audible and he leans in to hear her. "Not like this Justin... not like this..." He rolls his eyes and attempts to kiss her but she moves her head. "Don't go near me." His anger flares and he stands up, grabbing her arm and dragging her with him. She tries to rip her arm from his grip but it's no use, he's too strong. Her eyes are wide with fear as he screams at her, his words no longer making any sense. He's pulling her out into the hallway, yelling something about never wanting to see her again but she can't understand him, her fear rises as he continues to drag her to the front door. He stops at the top of the stairs. "Let me go!"
He smiles strangely at her but doesn't release his hold on her arm. "You don't want it like I can give it to you Rose so... So I guess we just can't be together."
"I hate you," she sneers. He laughs slightly when she tries to shake her arm free.
"I wish you would just die Rose. I'm sick of you." He lets go. Her eyes widen as she loses her balance, her arms flailing for something to grab. He freezes, his brain seems to stop as he watches her fall backwards. He winces, hearing her body tumble down then land with a large thwack at the bottom. He doesn't know how long he stands there, staring at her twisted body before he finally descends the stairs. He kneels down and lifts her head up, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. He swallows hard and tries to fight back the tears now forming. His frantic hands move to her throat and he can't help the small whimper that escapes his mouth. She's gone.
He stands up, stumbling backwards. He just needs to get away from her. Her lifeless eyes follow him as he runs from the room and out to his car. He doesn't know where he's going but he can't be in that house anymore. He has to go... Go somewhere away from her. His tears blur his vision and he can't concentrate on the road. He pulls off the road and drops his head to the steering wheel. She's dead... She's dead and it's all his fault. His red eyes lifted slightly to stare out into the distance, not really seeing anything as it hit him. He had loved her and now... She was dead just because of his own selfishness. He had killed the only girl he ever loved. He rolled his head around. He never knew that she was so helpless... So... Frail.