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Chapter 4: The Truth about Rouge

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The brown oval table was set for two. Apples, oranges, and bananas were sitting in a bowl. The sun shone through the pink kitchen’s curtains. She walked over and opened them wide to see the sun rising over the beautiful skyline of the city. In the living room, the television was on. Some Saturday morning cartoons, she really didn’t pay attention to them. The smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls and coffee wafted all through the apartment.

Rouge went to the refrigerator and took out some bacon and eggs. She then proceeds to crack the eggs open and pour the contents into a small bowl. As she whisked away, a small smile crept onto her face. She took out a frying pan and then chopped up some of the bacon into tiny squares. As she turned the light on the stove, she looked over her shoulder to the front door. “3…2…1,” she said softly. A knock came from the door. Rouge put the pan on the stove and flicked a piece of butter on a knife in the pan before walking to the door. As the butter started to melt she turned the handle. “Hey,” she said smiling.

“A, What up girl and How’s your Sunday morning?” Linda asks. Linda was wearing a red halter-top that said in bold gray “Sexy” and some gray sweatpants that said in bold red letters “Mama”. She dropped the little plastic bag she had on the side table by the key dish and proceeded to walk in the living room and drop down on the couch. Rouge grinned and responded. “You know where to look. I’ll be back, I’m making breakfast you want some?” she asked. Linda got up and looked over by the side of the table, in the drawer she pulled out a pink and black journal. “You know it girl. I’ll just come in there, ya know just in case ya need a little help,” Linda giggled a little before skipping into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

As Rouge cooked the bacon and egg omelets, Linda read the journal. This was something they did every Sunday since they became friends in high school. Rouge mostly writes it now for her. They did this to tell each other how they felt and what was happening in each other’s lives. When things got hard they stuck together and they did it through this. Rouge remembers when they first met; they became fast friends, even though they weren’t the same age. It was like she was the big sister to this troubled teen that had as many problems with her past as she had. They developed this system so that every time something happened at home they would have proof and a witness to what has happened.

Linda, at the time, was constantly raped and beaten by her stepfather since she was 14 years old. She wanted to drop out of school when she found out that the teachers had reported to the principal about her constant scars and bruises. They were deep into her life and she just knew it would cause trouble. She was running away from the school when she met Rouge, a constant delinquent who ran the Sexy Disaster Gang at the high school. Rouge’s parents left her at 9 and she decided the only way she could survive was to steal everything she could. She had to resort to going on escorting dates with a number of older men to make due and keep her empty apartment. She managed to keep her virginity until the end of her sophomore year. She was only 15 years old when she was raped by one of her customers. After that, she changed her profession to stealing. She vowed that she would never get too close to trust any man. She would only toy with them until she got what she wanted.

They were hurt, alone in the world. No one would speak to them, only fear them for their pain and resolve to keep going on. When they met that day Rouge had all the intentions of taking her money and beating her up with the group. But something in her eyes stopped her. Linda looked at Rouge with tears in her eyes. They talked and Linda poured out her soul to Rouge. They then made the pact of the journals and Rouge quit the gang. As the relationship grew, the past was thrown behind them. Rouge started doing honest work and Linda started making better grades in class. It was a remarkable improvement.

Linda’s stepfather was arrested on her Graduation day from high school. It was the best day of their lives. Rouge carried out her stealing habits, but on a lesser scale. She finally gave it up at 20, after she realized that it wasn’t needed anymore. They both changed their lives with each other’s help, now the journal was happy reminder of the struggle, the passion, to know that they are free.

Linda finished the entry. She whistled and looked at Rouge smiling deviously. “Well, ya forgot one thing Rouge. You finally got the love of your life,” Rouge came over with the frying pan sliding the omelets on both plates. “Well what did I miss, I mean that’s what happened on the date,” Rouge said as she opened the oven to take out the cinnamon rolls. “Man you so know what I mean,” Rouge shrugs and Linda laughs and raises her eyebrow, “Well did ya get it on!” Rouge freezes. Then she starts to laugh nervously, “Of course not Linda it was just our first date!” “Yea, yea dat first date don’t mate crap. Man whatever you aint did nothing in how long? You know you love each other this is what lovers do so…DO IT! Rock his world you know you want to!”

Rouge seriously thought about what she said. She wanted to try so badly for a long time. She’s had only 6 people in her life, one that took her by force. She was worried. After her last relationship, Rouge went on a hiatus from men. She didn’t want to trust any of them. Most men already thought because of the way she acts that she was a prostitute, some common whore who would give it to anybody. She never let it bother her, who were they to judge? However, because she started to date men that thought she was like that, it lead her to believe they were all that way, at least until she had gotten to know Shadow. They were perfect for each other, she knew he wouldn’t do that to her, so why not?

Rouge giggles. “Alright then, I’ll try. I can trust him, so I can pleasure him too as a thank you.” “Now dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout girl! Ha, ha!” Linda shouts then starts to say in a sing-song voice, “Rouge is gonna get some! Rouge is gonna get some!” “Shut up! Let the neighbors hear why don’t you!” Rouge says sarcastically. “Oh they will if you moan loud enough! Also you might want to put some padding on your bed so when he bangs into ya, it won’t wake the city! (LOL)” Linda teases. “Alright, that’s it! Come here you!” Rouge exclaims as she chases Linda around the house laughing.

Later on that night, Rouge drove to her club to oversee the private party a client was having. When she arrived and settled in the VIP Room, a drunken party girl stumbled into the room almost tripping over the velvet rope stand. “Excuse me miss this is the VIP room you can’t come in here without your name being on the list.” Rouge stated. The girl looked up at Rouge with a sneer; she started to laugh and hiccup as she tried to form a sentence. “Ha (hic), Yous the the one my myeee m boss uhh wannts to killllll…(hic)” Rouge’s eyes widened. “Could it be,” she thought. She instantly grabs the girl by the collar and shouts, “Are you part of the BMG! Who’s your leader and what does she want with me!” The girl looked down and away, Rouge grabs the collar tighter and smashes her against the wall. “ANSWER ME!” she screams.

The girl looks at her with a menacing smile, Rouge notices she’s a Black Panther with yellow eyes and brown hair. The eyes seem to go a little dull as she speaks struggling with her last breath. “Looks like the boss will get what she wants…” Just then Rouge hears a person loading a gun from behind her. She quickly spins around with the girl in her hands and blocks the on coming gunshots from the assailant with the body. The assailant then runs away quickly. All the guests of the party disperse due to shock and horror. Rouge throws the girl to the side and falls to the floor on her knees. Her aqua eyes stare at the blood dripping on her hands and her body. She gasps for air, shaking fiercely as the bartenders and bouncers run in. “ROUGE! ROUGE! ARE YOU OK? Rouge! rouge! rouge!” She faints. “I…I could have died.”

Rouge wakes up to find Shadow beside her. “Where am I?” she asked. She looks around. “You in the hospital, the doctors said I could take you home as soon as you woke up. You ready to go?” he asked. She could see his eyes, those beautiful ruby eyes full of worry, she then said, “Yea, Lets go.” As Shadow drove down the highway, Rouge stared at him. “Shadow I’m so sorry I made you worry,” she thought. When they arrived at the apartment, he opened the door and carried her inside. He walked into her bedroom and laid her down on the soft sheets, kissing her forehead.

Before he started to walk away she called out to him. “Shadow, please!” He turned around and looked at her. “Yes, love?” he said. “Please hold me tonight, I don’t want to be alone.” Shadow then walked to the bed and laid down beside her. He held tightly and she whispered in his ear. “If I die tomorrow I want to remember this feeling. I love you. I was so scared.” She started sobbing softly. “Shush, its okay now Rouge, I’m here. You not going to die while I’m still breathing,” he replied softly as he stroked her hair. “Rest now, remember I will always be here to save you Rouge, I love you.” Rouge slowly closes her eyes and snuggles against Shadow, fingering his white tuff of fur on his chest. He then looks up at the black ceiling.

“I won’t rest until I find out who did this!”