I know I have a lot of stories that I haven't been updating frequently, but this one's really been on my mind lately even though I really dont know where its going.
It's rated M obviously.
Disclaimer: I own nadda.
Im so sorry its been ages since ive updated anything, i was on a band trip and i didnt take my laptop along with me. I rock at the drum kit if I say so myself :)
I use my motto in this story... Someday everything good will end, and someday will come suddenly.
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Rosie's POV
Carter is missing.
She has been missing for 3 months.
It feel like there are stones in my heart.
The last things we said to each other were mean, violent, unneccessary, unloving and unkind.
And they mostly came from me.
She just stood there looking hurt and innocent as I went on a rampage.
She left and there hasn't been any contact since.
None to Major Mason.
None to Ed.
More importantly, none to me.
Not a letter.
A text.
An email.
I was so worried I personally ordered some PPP Agents to track her down. They came up with nothing.
Nothing.
Nadda.
Ziltch.
Zero.
It drove me crazy. I barely slept. I looked out to the moon every night and when the clock hit 11:11, I would wish she would come back and be in my arms. Why couldn't I have just said yes to her?
FlashBack
I watched as Carter bit on her bottom lip and scratched the back of her neck.
A nervous habit.
It was adorable.
"Yes Carter?"
"I was just wondering... if-you-want-to-go-to-the-ball-with-me?" She said so quickly it was practically just one word.
"Please Carter, slower, I can not understand such jibberish you speak." I teased.
"Do you want. To. Go. To. The. Ball. With. Me?" She asked.
"Carter, i'm already being accompanied by someone." She looked down sadly.
"It's okay, I understand."
"Carter-"
"No Rosie. Don't say anything. I don't wanna hear it." She said as she turned to leave.
"Do not be such a coward Carter." "A Coward?! I asked you to the Grand Ball. That took all of my guts." She argued.
"Your a coward. You will not even stay around to talk after."
"I didn't exactly want to bathe in my embarrasment that fills this room right about now."
"Carter, do not be foolish."
"No, Rosie. I am being foolish. I am foolish to think that maybe you like me the way I like you."
"Carter, I like you, but I have a royal reputation."
"A royal reputation Rosie?! We can't be together... because your scared of your reputation?! Well i'm sorry bait girl isn't good enough for you Rosalinda. "
"A Queen can't be gay Carter. It's just not right. The thoughts you have are unnatural Carter."
"Rosie, I love you." She whispered, obviously hurt.
"Well, I don't love you Carter." That struck a nerve in my own heart strings, my heart pulled at itself, causing me chest pains.
"Fine, goodbye Rosie. Be happy living a lie with some boy you don't love and never will."
She stormed out. Leaving me since then.
Present
So here I am sat next to some boy called Joe. He is the King of Palstan. He has helped me get over Carter, so to speak. We have been dating for 3 months. I think I love him.
He's decent.
A gentleman.
Quite handsome.
But he's no Carter.
He does not have her full and luscious lips.
He does not have her toned and firmed yet soft breasts or a rounded cute butt.
He does not have her gorgeous face that sends me to another world of love.
He is just another prince I have met.
Tonight he pulled on my hand as he led me around a corner after the ceremony. He smiled as he pushed me against a wall. My dress wrinkled at the bottom where his legs practically stepped on it. Mr. Elegante was gunna kill me.
I faked a smile.
His lips met mine roughly.
They were dry and cracked.
Nothing like Carter's smooth, moist and sexy lips.
I hadn't even kissed them yet I knew they would be better than Joe's.
He pushed me against the wall tighter and he smirked. His tongue forcefully entered my mouth without permission. I felt like puking but that wouldn't be Queen-like. He was kissing me deeply. Carter had said it was called something like 'throat deeping' or was it 'deep throating'? Which ever it was, I didn't like it.
Not from him at least.
Carter yes.
Joe no.
He pulled me to my room and stood outside the door smiling.
"Can we go in?" He asked. I hadn't even replied when he pushed open the door and dragged me inside. He leaned into kiss me and I regretably accepted. His hands fiddled with the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled it down.
Could sex with Joe make me fall in love with him?
Could having sex with Joe help me forget about Carter?
...did I want to forget about Carter?
It's been ages and she hasn't talked to me.
She won't make the effort to communicate with me.
I won't care about her anymore.
We were done.
No more Carter.
I let him take off my dress and I stood there bra-less with a thong on. He gawked at my body and I watched as black slacks grew at his crotch. He removed his clothes as quick as lightning and directed me towards the bed, forcing me to lie down on my king sized bed.
My breathing got heavier as I got nervous. He must of took it as a good sign as he started to rub my breasts. They was no tingle to his touch. His hands were just there. Doing something that didn't feel right. I pictured Carter doing this to me. Instantly, I moaned deeply. I pictured her touching my skin. Her lips kissing my body. Her body rubbing and colliding with mine. Sparks flew whenever me and her touched. When she looked me in the eyes it took my breath away.
He slid my thong down my legs and I closed my eyes. I felt him enter me and all I felt was pain.
All I could feel was a dry pounding between my legs.
All I could hear was his heavy moans and his gutteral groans.
All I could think about was Carter.
STOP THINKING ABOUT HER ROSIE!
YOUR HAVING SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!
At first I was just laying there. Him on top on me. His hips pumping up and down, in and out.
That's it! I will not think about Carter anymore!
I joined in. By at least the fifth round that night, I couldn't think about her anymore. Joe had turned out to be pretty good and after the third time we did it he admitted he loved me. I had truly gave myself to him. When we were having sex the sixth time he slipped a ring onto my finger.
It was his purity ring.
He looked at me and I shakily took mine off, placing it in his hand. He smiled as he slipped it onto his pinky and kept thrusting. We had sex all night long and when I awoke I was pretty sore. My outer and inner thighs hurt but my centre hurt the most. I leaned over and kissed Joe reassuring myself I loved him. He awoke and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and climbed on top of me.
"Good morning." He said all-to-smoothly.
"Good morning yourself." I replied, smiling. He was quite handsome now that I looked at him. His thick eyebrows, his crooked smile and his black shiny hair were what caught my attention.
"How was last night?" He asked, his right eyebrow raised in curiousity.
"Like nothing I have ever experienced." It was the truth, it was my first time. How come I can barely remember Carter?
"Well, i'm a little tired and I have some errands to run today but we can have a little fun this morning." He smiled and I think I smiled genuinely. I felt his morning erection poke me in the side of my thigh so I shifted so it pressed into my centre. I honestly moaned and he grinded against me. He entered me and we both moaned. He was so hard, how could anyone not enjoy this? Carter couldn't do this to me. This is what true love was like. What was I thinking about being with Carter? I rolled him over, taking control for the first time. I felt him thrust harder then ever before. He touched me in places I hadn't even known he could. I was writhing in pleasure.
"Faster." I moaned. He followed my command. He thrust into me, our hips pumped with each other, a steady rhythem was created. I squeezed his penis tightly and he grabbed my ass and pushed us together tighter.
"Yes! Joe harder!" I screamed. He rolled us over, him on top. I felt him lift my lower body, his hands grasping at my back as he thrust into me.
"I-I cumming!" He moaned. I felt him explode inside me and he kept pumping till I too came. I moaned and he just lay upon me. We lay breathing hard on the bed for an hour or so. He hadn't even removed himself from me this whole time. We lay there, completely connected.
I loved Joe.
No more Carter.
I was truly happy again.
Blissful.
Peaceful.
In love.
3 Months Later...
Blissful.
Peaceful.
In love.
You can be all of those things yet the world will always take them from you. The world just likes to piss you off and ruin your life, just to see if you can get back up again. Life is just a challenge to see if you can win in the end. But no one truly's wins. We all die in the end. Someday everything good will end, and someday will come suddenly.
Joe left me one week after I gave myself to him.
My mother found out and won't even look at me.
Even Mr. Elegante was dissapointed. He had even started making some really ugly dresses for me to wear.
The worst part of this all?
I was... pregnant.
The word made me nauseous, yet everything I did these days would too. I would wake up and puke. I would eat and then I would puke. I would drink something, then I would puke. It was becoming a constant routine. I hated it.
I didn't hate the baby, just the father. I felt bad for this baby, it wouldn't have a father. Just a sad broken mother.
My mom was shocked and hurt but she says she will still help me.
Mr. Elegante has already started to make baby dresses and clothing.
It was a girl.
A beautiful baby girl.
A girl with a stupid father. But a girl.
I wonder how Carter would think of this?
And yet today I would find out.
They have found her.
She was hiding out in Alaska. Why ever would she go there I didn't know. I heard the royal guard open the large steel gates that stood at the front of my castle. I looked out my balcony that showed me a view of the whole front of my mansion. A large white Escalade came into view followed by many royal guards on motorcycles. I closed my eyes and looked down as I heard a car door slam. There she was being dragged by the guards.
Unconcious.
I gasped at the sight of her.
Even from a couple hundred feet I could see the state of her.
Pale.
Thin.
Broken.
Hurt.
Bruised.
Cut.
Scraped.
I sighed knowing Carter was a fighter and that all her bruises and lesions were probably her own fault. I grabbed my cardigan and covered up my belly. I didn't want her to know yet. The doctors said it would be okay to run in the beginning of my pregnancy but I took it slow down the stairs just in case. I reached the front door and my royal servents opened it. I looked at Carter who was now kneeling on the flat marble concerete of my entrance way. She was looking at the floor, her head drooped awkwardly. I looked at her wrists and legs that were chained up. Her outstretched wrists caught my attention.
Cuts.
Purposeful cuts.
Deep cuts.
Perfectly created cuts.
They covered her left forearm.
I peered over to her right arm.
There sat my nickname.
Rosie.
It was curved in a elegant script. There was more than one too. There was the biggest one that ran from side to side. One across her wrist. Many around the biggest and lots of my initials covered her arm her and there. I knelt down in front of her, trying to get her to look me in the eyes. I placed my hands around her neck, pulling her into my arms. She nudged me with her head, attempting to shake me off. I just held tighter and started to cry into her shoulder. She raised her arms that were still chained around my back and pulled me in. Her hands ran up and down her back. We ended up sobbing into each others shoulders and collarbones. The guards had left to give us some privacy and my mother was a couple hundred feet back with Mr. Elegante watching the scene play out.
It felt so good touching her again.
My skin burned and tingled.
It felt right to be hugging her. I broke the hug and pulled her up, helping her stand. Carter shivered so I placed my caridgan around her, warming her.
"Take her to my room. Carter and I need to talk." I said to my mother. I watched Carter's eyesight dart between me and my mom.
"Mija?" My mom quizzed.
"Just do it." I stated and Carter looked me over. At first she just looked up and down but after her eyes stayed glued to my belly. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open as she gazed at it. My mom dragged her away yet she practically walked backwards to keep staring at it. I changed into baggier clothes and waddled up the stairs slowly. I reached the room and Carter's chains were removed. She was staring out my balcony.
"Hello." Carter whispered. It was soft yet sad. Almost disappointed.
"Hi." I spoke cautiously. I walked up beside her.
"Baggy clothes won't hide it Rosalinda." Carter stated. Her eyes glistened with tears in the moonlight. She let one fall down her cheek. She wouldn't even look at me.
Two bad things wrong with that sentence.
1. She used my full name.
2. She knows.
Play dumb was the only thing I could think of.
"What do you mean Carter? I am confused."
"Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fiore, you know what i'm talking about!" She screamed. She faced me angrily. I cringed.
The complete full name.
If Carter could, I think she would kill me right now.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"I know your pregnant Rosalinda."
"Oh, that."
"Yeah that! What did you do?! Just jump on the quickest guy you could the minute after I left?!"
"He said he loved me. And I thought I loved him." I whispered, tears were pushing at my eyes now.
"I told you I loved you Rosalinda. And I meant every word of it. And still do. But just why?! Just tell me why you did it?!"
"I thought it would help me forget about you."
"Well have you?! I'm sure it wasn't that hard."
"I have not Carter. I love you." I leaned in to kiss her but she just stepped back. She shook her head.
"I can't be your sloppy seconds."
She walked from the room. I had hurt her so much. Why did I even think she would want me back now? I fell down crying, hitting the ground with my fists. My mother came running in.
"Mija!? Mija! What's wrong?" My mother asked, genuinely concerned.
"I've been so mean."
"Rosalinda, your never mean."
"But to Carter, the person I love, I have been so mean."
"Carter, she is just your best friend. She will come around Mija."
"No! I love her! I love her so much!"
"You love her?"
"Mother, I am in love with her." I said. My mother looked at me. She eyed me up and down with no emotion on her face. She smiled softly and giggled.
WTF?
"I thought you were never going to tell me."
"You knew?"
"The first day Carter came to the palace and I saw you hug and stare into each others eyes was when it was pretty obvious. Especially when she kissed your cheek and you kissed hers."
"And your okay with it?"
"Yes Mija, as long as your happy."
"Thank you." She lifted me up and placed me on my bed. I fell asleep only to be awaken by the terrible feeling to puke. I ran to my bathroom, barely making it as I vomitted in the toilet. Selena walked in and picked me up and helped me to the sink and passed me a toothbrush and some water to clean my mouth. Her hand held me up at the waist the whole time. She grabbed a wash cloth and rinsed it with water before wiping off my mouth. As fast as she was here, she was gone. I took the elevator, too lazy and sick to even walk a couple flights of stairs. I sat down at the table in front of her. She was poking at a bowl of Nesquik, her favorite cereal. Her head was down. I didn't bug her, I just stared at the bowl of fruit in front of me wishing it was Nesquik. Like Carter could read minds she stood up and removed the bowl of fruit from in front of me. She poured a new bowl, added milk, grabbed a spoon and placed it in front of me. I smiled and thanked her but all she did was nodded.
"Whose?" She said.
Oh, no, please do not get into this Carter.
"Joe, King of Palastan."
Carter scoffed and walked away.
Now that I think about it, Carter has not properly shown me her face once. I've haven't even looked into her eyes.
Carter's POV
How could she?
How dare she?
Why would she?
I hate this.
I hate everything.
I hate her.
No, I don't. I love her but i'm just so angry at her.
Angry can't even explain my feelings.
I'm pissed!
I'm infuriated!
Yet when Rosie still shows care towards me I can't help but melt into her hands.
She tried to kiss me last night.
I couldn't let her.
I've never wanted something so much.
But her lips were tainted.
Someone else has kissed them.
Caressed them.
Licked them.
Used them.
And now she's pregnant.
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.
The word sat in my heart and stomach like a ticking time bomb. Soon enough I knew I would have to talk to her about it. But I might just explode before that happens.
I heard Rosie throwing up today and I helped her. She was pretty useless to help herself. She looked helpless. And as I helped her, held her, touched her, I could feel all the same emotions I would have achieved 6 months ago.
I haven't yet looked her in the eyes. I can't. I'll just melt into her again. I'll fall into her eyes, her hair, her nose, her lips, her everything.
I'm going to look at her today. Straight in the eyes.
...and tell her i'm leaving.
I can't stay here any longer.
Rosie's POV
I'm sat in the garden. Just thinking. About Carter of course. I should just tell her I love her again. Tell her that if she wants to be together we can be and if she doesn't, that I understand, and then she can leave.
I just need something to distract me.
A swim in the pool?
A ride on a horse?
A stroll in the garden?
Horses sound good.
I manage to walk to the stables and to my horse.
Silvestre Uno.
It means 'Wild One'.
We named it that the first day we bought it since it bucked off every servent and rider who tried to ride him but me.
I awkwardly jumped on and started a slow gallop.
Carter's POV
I walked outside to find Rosie yet all I could see was her pass, riding bare back on a horse.
She was going really fast.
"Rosie! Stop!" I screamed. I was so worried. How could she even think of doing something as dangerous as this while she's pregnant?!
I ran after her. I was way slower than the horse but I kept running.
"Rosie!"
She slowed and turned the black horse to face me. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Rosie what the fuck are you doing?!"
She flinched at my language.
"I am riding a horse Carter, what else would you think I was doing?"
"Rosie, your pregnant, it's not safe to be riding a horse with such things going on!"
"Why would you care, Carter?"
"As much as I don't like that your pregnant with someone else's child, I don't want you to get hurt. I love you and I love that baby and all I want is for you to be safe." I shouted.
Oh God! Why did I just shout that?! She's gunna hate me.
I just stared at her for a while as she stared right back at me.
Her horse started to rear and whinny. He backed up and started to shake his head.
"Carter!" Rosie screamed. I ran for the horse as it bucked her off.
I barely caught her as she hit the ground. I let her land on me. Hopefully, I somewhat cushioned her fall. Her horse kept bucking. It swung towards us, his legs flailing in the air. I rolled her over, shielding her with my body.
His legs crashed down.
...missing us by inches.
He twisted and turned till he finally calmed down and walked away from us.
"Rosie?"
She lay beside me, shaking in fear and shock.
"Carter." She whispered. I pulled my arms around her. I bridal style carried her back to the palace. I was met by her mother.
"Oh gosh! Mija?! Mija, are you okay?!" She screamed. Rosie just nodded. I placed her down on her bed and left the room. I had alot of thinking to do.
Rosie's POV
She saved me. She saved my life. She saved my child's life.
And all i've done to her was hurt her.
Be mean to her.
Reject her.
Call her unnatural.
She left the room but I knew all I could do was perhaps follow her and talk to her.
Wish me luck.
I walked to the grand living room. There she was, face in her hands, sat on the couch.
"Can we talk?" I asked softly.
"Rosie, you should be resting. Go lie down." She argued without even looking up.
"I feel fine Carter. But we need to talk. Did you mean all those things that you said?"
"Yes, of course Rosalinda. But just please go rest, think of our- your baby." She recorrected herself. She was visibly sad at that. She sighed.
"I love you." I blurted out.
"Rosie don't. Just save your breath."
"You said you loved me, do you still love me?"
"You know I do Rosie."
"Then why can't we be together? Why won't you let us talk about this?"
"Because Rosie. I'm still hurt from the conversation we had 6 months and 3 days ago. I'm still hurt by your words. And now your pregnant. You had sex with someone else. A man for that fact. I wanted to be your first for everything."
"But I didn't mean it."
"Your still wearing his purity ring Rosalinda." She pointed to my finger. I looked at the black and blue ring that encircled my middle finger. I felt sick and removed it, I threw it to the floor.
"I didn't know."
"Rosalinda, please, give me a better excuse than that."
"It still hurts that I gave it to him."
"Did you enjoy it?" She quizzed, looking pretty disgusted.
"No." I whispered.
"At least tell me the truth Rosalinda. Did you enjoy it?"
I could only nod as she plopped back on the couch. Her face back in her hands. I sat beside, rubbing circles into her back, soothing her.
"I hate it when you hurt me." She spoke so softly I could barely hear it.
"I didn't mean to." I protested.
"But you did." She argued.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
She sighed. She took her face out her hands and placed them under her chin.
"Can I do something?" I asked. I had finally gathered the guts to do something about my feelings.
"What is it?"
"A surprise." I replied. She just blinked a few before nodding. "Close your eyes." I said. She did as I told. I leaned in, not even caring that my dress was wrinkling. I let our lips connect.
Fireworks exploded throughout my body.
Everyplace in my entire body was tingling and screaming in happiness.
I dug my hands into her hair.
She pulled back.
The feelings all decreased as we regretably parted.
"No, please, don't, Carter, I love you."
She sat there, her face in thought.
She looked at me.
She examined my face my body.
My belly.
She placed her hands upon my belly.
She leant down and kissed it.
Her lips lingered before pulling back and standing up.
I grabbed at her wrist, it caused her to wince in pain from her cuts. The skin pulled and the scabs broke, causing it to bleed.
"Carter don't leave me!" I was on my knees begging now. I couldn't live without her.
"Give me time Rosalinda. I'm just going up to my room." She said before picking me up again and placing me on the couch. She kissed my forehead before walking away.
"Good night Carter. I love you." She looked over her shoulder to answer.
"Good night Rosie."
Well at least she called me Rosie. That must have been a good sign.
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AHHH SO WHO HATES ME ?!?! ahahaha okay, i like this story but im clueless to where its going... help?
thanks my home dogs, sorry its been ages since ive updated, i was away, sorry again :(