Rosie's POV
"You ours now" he whispered in my ear, running his fingers up my bare stomach. Four other people strolled in, snickering at my scared facial expression.

My brown eyes were widened as far as they could go and my brown wavy hair was in tangles and knots. I laid on a cold, hard, metal table in only my black bra, and blue skinny jeans. I sniffled as I let warm tears glide down my face. I was scared beyond what words could describe.

I pulled and tugged at my restraints, leather handcuffs with dirty white fleece lining in the interior. There was a small steel table resting beside my cold stomach filled with various knives, guns, handcuffs, and whips. I looked up at the ceiling, grimy and filthy, and prayed to The Lord for help.

Why me? I thought to myself sobbing. Five guys gathered around me chuckling at my fear that could be seem throughout my entire body. I squirmed as one of them placed their hand on my face. I stared into his light green eyes and glared at him.

"Beautiful" he whispered, caressing my face, down to my chest, than my stomach. I arched my back at his smooth, but uncomfortable touch. "You like that?" He taunted me.

I shook my head and spit at him. "Go to hell" I yelled at him. He continued to rub my naked stomach with his hands, making lazy circles, trailing up to my chest. My squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath as he began to run his hands over my breasts, still covered with my smooth black bra. I began to pray again that he wouldn't remove that either.

"Let me" one interrupted. He tugged the other guy's shoulder, brushing in between two of them. "Open your gorgeous eyes" he said. I kept my eyes shut, focusing on the darkness, hoping all of this would end. I sobbed and sobbed as he try to intertwine our fingers. My nail dug deep into his hand. I felt a warm substance form on my nails. The faint smell of blood illuminated in the air, covering the putrid odor that was already here. "Shit. She's feisty. I like that" he remarked.

My eyes popped open, and a pinch of hope ran through my body as my eyes adjusted to the bright light over me. I blinked once, twice, and I was now staring into icy blue eyes. His blonde-brownish hair tickled my neck as he planted small kisses from my neck to above my jeans.

"P-Please stop" I stuttered in utter terror. He rubbed his hands up and down the front of my clothed legs and smirked. I shivered at his touch as rose up my legs.

"These are quite tight on you" he glanced at the others who smiled wickedly and nodded. I widened my eyes again and began to shake. "Now, baby girl, don't shake" he cooed. His hands traveled to the buttons of my jeans and began to unhook them.

"Are you ready?" He asked taking out the same black camera. I rapidly shook my head and began to thrash my entire body around.

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"Rose! Rosie WAKE UP!!" El yelled shaking me awake.

I awoke in my purple and mint green bedroom, with the puffy covers thrown off my shaking body. I looked around and found myself in my new room, prepared by El. There were clothes laid out on the desk chair, waiting for me to wear them.

El sat next to me on the bed, and hugged me. "What's the problem babes?" She asked me, stroking my hair. I shivered even though I was sweating buckets. I cried my heart out in El's arms, with the horrendous dream still lingering in my head, replaying every single detail of it.

"Just a bad d-dream" I said shaking still. She stroked my hair, trying to calm me down. I noticed her hair was pulled into a tight bun, making her look even more beautiful. She had her usual Hollister uniform on, and she had a very nice natural makeup look. Sometimes I wonder why El isn't a cook or makeup artist. I guess you can say she's an all-arounder.

"Are you sure? You seem pretty shaken up" she cooed to me. I nodded and let my million thoughts run free in my head. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

She sighed. "Okay than. I leave in half an hour and usually get breakfast there on my morning break, so hurry up!" She clapped, and pushed me out of my comfortable, warm bed. I forced a small giggle, trying to act as normal as possible, and gathered the clothes sprawled out for me.

I walked into the attached bathroom, and set out to change in time. I sighed and looked at my reelection in the wide mirror. My tanner skin was much paler and my brown eyes looked more boring than they usually are. I raised my hand and scanned my nails for no blood or filth under them. I checked a second time, confirming my thoughts that it was all just a dream. I quickly grabbed a brush and untangled my filthy hair.

I stripped off my loose pajamas, and stared at myself, as my newly brushed hair cascaded down my shoulders, and ended above my chest. The black bra I was wearing could be seen evidently, earning a shudder from myself. I unclasped the bra, and let it fall to the ground, making a light sound as it connected with the tile.

I gathered myself together, and clasped a fresh white bra onto me, than slid the black stripped shirt over my head. I pulled on the red floral skirt, that skimmed about mid-thigh on me, showing off my freshly shaven legs. I quickly tucked the shirt under my skirt and wrapped the belt around my thin waist, finished the look off with a little jewelry and a smooth, but fake leather jacket and a black clutch.

I rubbed foundation, and concealer on my paler skin, and added a small winged out liner to my lid. I pulled my messy brown hair into a tight high ponytail, showing off my cheekbones and forehead. After I completed everything, I rested my elbows on the skin, my head in my hands.

Why me? Why am I so possibly interesting? I'm not the most boring person ever, but there are more people much more fun than I. I shook my head and walked out into my room again. I pulled on a pair of regular, black, flats and walked to my desk, pulling my phone away form it's charger. As I did, the pile of notes gathered from last night slid off, and swept everywhere over the floor.

You're Gorgeous ;)
You might want to close your blinds next time you change :)
I wish we were walking there with you instead of that bimbo :/
Are you thinking of us? We're think about you every second of everyday ;)

I can't. I wanted a new start, a fresh start, not someone, or should I say people watching me. I don't even know anyone here. Except for El, but who would be doing this?

I gathered the horrid notes and put them in the desk drawer, locking it. I glanced over both my shoulders twice, before placing my phone in my clutch along with other necessities, and met El in the living room.

"Ready" I said more happy than I was before. She stood up, and walked in front of me without a word, looking on her phone. "Okay. Ready?" She asked at the doorway.

I laughed slightly. "I just said that El"

"Oh...well come on then. Don't wanna be late!"

I giggled and followed her to the door, down the staircase, and to her jeep. Lying on top of the hood was a bouquet of red flowers. Roses to be more exact. Panic started to rise throughout me. Oh God, no. Of course, there was a note attached.

Looking lovely, Love, as always ;)

I groaned mentally, and rushed to pick up the flowers.

"Secret admirer Rose?" She questioned, giggling.

"Hardly" I muttered.

"Let me see" she said snatching the note from my hands. Her beautiful brown eyes glided down the page, reading every word. She tensed and crumpled it slightly, ruining the perfect smooth texture of it. She harshly took the flowers from my arms, and threw them in the nearest trash can along with the note.

"What's the problem?" I asked her, sliding into the front passenger seat. I could tell her uneasiness from a mile away.

"That note. Have you gotten anymore?" She asked staring straight ahead, even though we weren't moving.

"W-why?" I stuttered nervous of her answer.

"I'll take that as a yea?" I nodded into my lap. "Don't worry yourself about two or three notes. One Direction always does that with new people here, especially girls." She rolled her eyes, and pulled out of the parking lot heading to the mall.

"One Direction?" I questioned even more scared of her answer. Why send notes out? What did she mean two or three? I've received plenty more than that.

"That gang you saw when we were driving from the airport in the sidewalk."'she replied, scaring herself a little. Why would they do this?

"Why do they send notes?" I asked getting even more curious about them. I promised El I wouldn't even look at them, but I wanted to know why. Why scare people like that?

"It makes people think that they're constantly under watch. Even police officers. Everyone get these 'notes' and it scares the hell out of everyone. It makes them feel as if everyone is lower than they are. It's sick." She said seriously and pulling into the mall parking lot. "Here we are Rose" she said unbuckling her seat belt.

I nervously unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out with El. "And don't worry, it's only a couple than they leave you alone" she patted my back.

I nodded and followed her into the closed mall, waiting to open and have people bustle around, exploring for new things. "You'll do great. Just be yourself" she smiled walking with me down the rows of shops to my possibly future job.

I hope she's right.

Notes

Hey guys!




What shop will Rosie get her new job at? (If she gets it :p)
Will the notes stop?
Do you think El's opinion is right about One Direction?


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