The club pulsed with energy, neon lights flashing in vibrant hues of pink, blue, and green, casting an otherworldly glow over the dancing crowd. The bass thumped through the air, synchronized with the swaying bodies on the packed floor. Laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses blended seamlessly with the loud music.

Her gaze followed him sitting near the bar stools, sipping on the vodka in his hand. His eyes met hers as he smiled, making her blush and look away. A few moments later, someone sat beside her as she glanced up surprised.

"I saw you staring," the man said, his voice deep and husky.

She sighed and passed him a shy smile. "Sorry, I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable."

"It's alright, it didn't," he replied. "That's why I'm here."

Rosetta observed the guy. "I have never seen you partying. Are you celebrating anything?"

He chuckled as she stared at his attractive side profile. "I wanted a break from everything tonight. What about you? You're not the type to party either."

How could she reveal that her father had abused her yet again and to escape everything, she sneaked out.

"I don't know, I just felt like going out," she responded as he nodded. She glanced at the dance floor where many drunk people had been wilding out.

Her eyes moved toward Ronan who had been watching her silently. "Do you want to dance?"

She smiled, her surprised face caught him quickly. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"No no, let's dance," she said immediately, placing her glass on the counter and moving to the dance floor.

The night went on as the two shared many dances together, giggling and laughing for what felt like hours before they ended up in a spare room.

Both of their lips met together in a steaming passionate kiss as his hands pushed her on the wall.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands pulled her closer to him.

"I didn't think you were such a freak Rose," Ronan murmured against her lips as he took off her glitter-induced crop top.

"Mhmmm," she moaned in pleasure when his hands did wonders on her body.

Cold fingers travelled from her collarbone to her belly button and finally to her wet core.

"So pretty," he mumbled as he kissed her inner thighs and licked around her needy clit.

As his fingers entered inside, she bit her lips and closed her eyes. No one had ever pleasured her the way he did.

Not before long, he was naked, and their bodies stuck together like a puzzle. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other. Their connection was electric, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Sweat ran down his forehead onto hers as he thrust inside her, his hands pinning hers above them. Their chests met which showed how intimate everything had been.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed, they found themselves lying side by side in the afterglow. The room was bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon filtering through the curtains. Rosetta's head rested on Ronan's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. Their breaths were synchronized, the rhythm of their hearts a silent dialogue.

Rosetta stood in the dimly lit living room, her ocean eyes fixed on the worn carpet as her father's voice thundered through the house. Her father, a towering figure with a scowl etched deep into his features, paced back and forth, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"How could you bring such disgrace upon this family?" he spat, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and disgust. "You're nothing but a disappointment, Rosetta. A stain on our name!"

Rosetta flinched at his words, tears streaming down her face. She had never seen her father this furious, the venom in his voice cutting through her like a sharp knife. His voice made her feel like a helpless child all over again.

"I'm sorry Father," she whispered pleadingly as he did nothing but scoff and run a hand down his face. Her mother stood by the doorway, her face pale and expressionless. She had always been a silent observer, never intervening, never offering comfort. Her presence only intensified Rosetta's sense of isolation.

"You think you can just ruin everything I've built?" her father continued, his voice rising. "Who is he? Who's the worthless piece of shit that got you pregnant?"

Referring to the gang where he worked, he always pictured having sons who would make his name proud. Still, instead, Rosetta was born and experienced hatred from the womb.

Him. If only her throat wouldn't have lodged up, she could say his name. She looked up at her father, her eyes pleading for some semblance of understanding, but found none.

"Get out," he spat, his voice cold and final. "You're no longer welcome here. Take your things and leave. I don't want you in my sight."

Her eyes widened as Rosetta dropped to her knees, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes red and swollen from tears. The living room felt colder and more unforgiving than ever, the walls seeming to close in on her as she looked up at her father, her voice shaking with desperation.

"Please, Father," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Just a few days, I beg you. Let me stay until I can find somewhere else to go."

He glared down at her, rolling his eyes as his lips curled in disdain. "You think your pathetic begging will work on me? You've already disgraced this family. Why should I grant you any kindness now?"

Rosetta's heart ached at his words, each one a dagger to her already wounded spirit. She had nowhere else to turn, and the thought of being homeless terrified her.

"Father, I know I've made a mistake," she sobbed, her tears falling onto the floor. "But I'm your daughter. Please, just a little time. I promise I'll be gone soon."

Rosetta turned her gaze to her mother, who stood nearby, her face a mask of helplessness and sorrow. "Mother, please," Rosetta begged, hoping for some intervention, some small sign of compassion.

But her mother remained silent, her eyes avoiding her desperate gaze. It was clear there would be no help coming from her. She'd never said anything before, she wouldn't have said anything now.

With a heavy sigh, Rosetta's father took a step back, his expression one of finality. "Pack your things and get out," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "I don't want to see you here when I wake up tomorrow."

Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as she realized her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. The sense of rejection and hopelessness threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to rise from her knees, her legs weak and trembling.

Having not eaten much in the last few days, her body had become feeble. She had food, and her mother cooked but her body rejected everything in the heat of anxiety. She had to eat for two but eating for one hadn't been enough either.

Slowly, she made her way to her room, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. As she packed her belongings, she couldn't shake the image of her father's face, twisted with anger and disappointment.

Eyeing some of her cherished memories, she smiled sadly, knowing she would never experience them again.

Placing some change in her worn-out purse, she left the room with a small suitcase in hand with some of her other belongings. Realizing she wouldn't get a normal farewell; her feet carried her outside into the brisk evening air.

With little hope left, she still clung to the belief that everything would be okay one day. Maybe, just maybe.

A/N

This story is kind of based on a story I read a very long time ago, but ofc most of the plot is mine. The only thing I took from that story is Rosetta getting kicked out of her home but everything else is mine.

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-lily