Be Our Rose

Not Again (part 2)

Rose's POV:

Leonardo and Fernando both entered the room at 08:00 p.m.

I was lying on the bed by this time, trying my best to fall asleep. My booty was sore due to sitting on the floor the whole day.

They both sat on either side of the bed, next to me, and said nothing. It was quiet for a long time, and I could feel their stares.

"What do you want?"

I finally spoke.

"We thought you were sleeping."

Fernando said.

"I asked for what you guys wanted, not what you thought."

"We want to fix our relationship with you."

Leonardo answered, and I sat up straight.

"How are you planning to do that? By keeping me hostage?"

"We are not keeping you hostage."

Fernando replied.

"Then what do you call this? An act of love?"

"We can't keep you hostage in your own home."

Leonardo said.

"THIS IS NOT MY HOME!"

I shouted, and they went silent.

"I don't have a home. No one wants me."

"We want you..."

"YOU CALL THIS WANTING ME!"

I interrupted Leonardo.

"You call kissing and Fucking woman behind my back, wanting me?"

I asked and Leonardo looked away from me, probably ashamed of his deeds.

"Do you know what's worse about this situation...?"

I stopped for suspense, drawing their attention.

"The fact that instead of telling me you had lost feelings, you cheated on me."

I said, battling away tears all over again.

"We didn't lose feelings for you, Rose."

Fernando said.

"We never did and never will."

Leonardo added.

"You guys have a great way with words, don't you?"

I said.

"It's nice breaking people's hearts, isn't it?"

"No, Rose, we..."

"Shut it,"

I silenced Leonardo.

"I've heard enough. You may go now."

They stood up hesitantly and started walking towards the door.

"We love you, Rose."

Fernando turned his head to look at me, waiting for a response.

"Well, I hate you."

I spoke under my breath but loud enough for them to hear. They stopped in their tracks for a second, seemingly hurt by my words before they kept on walking.

"Wait!"

I said when Leonardo had hold of the door handle, and they turned to look at me.

"You haven't answered my question."