Page 166 of When We Fall: Part Two
I needed my Rosebud.
It had been way too long since I felt her body against mine. Since I’d buried myself inside her and told her I loved her.
The feelings overwhelmed me as I made my way to her bedroom. I had every intention of showering her with affection. Of telling her how much I loved and needed her. Of begging her on my knees to forgive anything I’d done over the last few weeks.
I opened her door softly and stepped into the room.
“Rosebud—” The words stopped as I stared at her rumpled sheets. I frowned and went into her bathroom, hoping to find her in her bubbles like she used to love doing.
Nothing. Emptiness greeted me.
“Rosalie?” I shouted. I’d been downstairs. She hadn’t been there.
I rushed out of her room and went to Fox’s, wondering if she’d gone inside. I paused outside his closed door, my heart in my throat. Going in there felt wrong. It made my guts churn.
Finally, I pushed his door open to find everything just as he’d left it. Bed made. Clean as fuck except for one of his hoodies draped over his computer chair.
She wasn’t in there.
I backed out and closed the door, my heart hammering hard. Quickly, I went downstairs, calling her name.
“Rosalie! Rosalie!” I shouted as I rounded the corner and collided with my brother. “Where the fuck is Rosalie?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know. She was here.”
“She’s fucking not,” I snarled, pulling my phone out as Enzo came out of his office. I looked at the tracking app to find none of the devices were tracking her because she probably fucking left them behind.
I was going to be sick.
“What’s going on?” Enzo called out.
“Rosalie is gone,” I said, staring at him, my heart in my throat.
Enzo looked past me to Jamie, who had just come into the room.
“Where is Rosalie?” he demanded.
She stared back, her eyes wide. “Um… she’s not home yet?”
“What the fuck do you mean?” I shouted. I was going to lose it. I was barely holding on. If I lost her… FUCK.
“Explain,” Enzo said in a deadly calm voice.
“S-She had a meeting today. She left to go to it. I-I fell asleep. I figured she was back by now.”
“What kind of meeting?” Enzo pressed.
Jamie looked to Colten, who stared back at her.
“I-I don’t know. She didn’t say.”
Enzo reached out and cradled her face. “She didn’t say, or you don’t want to tell me?”
Jamie stared up at him for a moment before speaking, her voice trembling.
“I am not Rosalie,” she said. “Take your hands off me, Enzo. If Rosalie wants to tell you what she’s doing, she will. If she doesn’t, then she’s just like you, you cheating fucking prick.”
I froze at her words.
