#a lil swollen which is why it looked to drastic

[cowboyishbabe]

Well the housewives reunion clips taught me that the average person has a really poor eye for plastic surgery. Yes, it should be subtle. But there is still a change.

[smutmylifeup]

Your Bluff. (KBTBB)

Authors Note: So, this is the prologue to the alternative version of ‘I Want To Play’ I wanted to write it out as the emotions behind the writing are very real unfortunately. Please let me know if you enjoy this version, I’m not sure who the pairing with Rose is yet, so if anyone wants to pick a KBTBB guy for me that’d be fab, at this point it could be anyone. It also probably won’t be smutty for a chapter or two either. Anyway, enjoy. Reviews required pls x.

“The next time our money is late, we’ll be taking a part of the lil red head with us. Tell ya boy he’s out of chances.” 

Rose grimaced, the pain when she breathed in made her lungs feel like they were being stretched to their capacity. She didn’t remember the last time she’d had her ass handed to her like this. Although usually, she’d fight back but she wasn’t alone so that meant she had a bigger weakness that the men stomping on her rib cage.

Luckily enough they only sucker punched her in the cheek once. So her face should be pretty normal, maybe a swollen jaw but nothing she couldn’t get away with at work. She couldn’t afford to miss any shifts. 

Especially now.

She watched through half lidded eyes as the assailants waltz off as casually as they cornered Rose and her sister. She glanced to her left after they were out of her eyesight to check her sister was still there and fine.

Which was pretty much confirmed for Rose when Francis rushed to her side and crouched over her like she was a dying bird.   

“We need to get you to a hospital.” Squawked the ever frantic voice of her sister, Francis.  

This was fucked. 

Rose had only been in England for just over 24 hours and she was already beaten black and blue by her Sister’s boyfriends drug dealers.  

London hadn’t changed much. The thugs that beat Rose were just the muscle behind the much bigger people that didn’t want to dirty their hands. That sounded very similar to some people pretty close to her. 

Shame it wasn’t comforting to know that no matter where you went people were completely fucked. 

With as much as her pain threshold would permit, Rose reached up and slapped Francis’s phone out of her hand before she could dial 999. 

“Don’t need it.” Rose said, pushed herself up, the rush of pain to her ribs was far more intense than she had anticipated and had to lean on a nearby wall for support till it lessened slightly.

“I’m going back to work.” Rose stated, trying to straighten herself as much as her wounded state would allow her. 

“Don’’t be stupid, you need medical attention,” Francis insisted but watched as Rose just shook her head.

“Why are being so stubborn? I’m trying to fucking help you, you asshole. Stop playing the hero.” Francis began to shout at her younger sister.

Well, if Rose wasn’t already pissed, she certainly was now.

After paying, on multiple occasions, for debts that WEREN’T hers and using HER money that she had earned, she was the one in the wrong. Not only that, she just took a shit load of pain that she didn’t deserve...mostly, Rose only got gobby when one of the men approached her sister.

Her brain throbbed signalling her that she needed to leave.

This was no longer her home, it had changed and she had changed since she moved to Japan all those years ago. Francis was no longer someone she recognised and Rose herself no longer felt anything but numbness when looking at her in this moment.

But maybe that was just the pain she was in. 

Sending a peace sign behind her, Rose began walking. Right now, she couldn’t look at the one person in the world she used to trust wholeheartedly, no matter the oceans between them. 

Deep down, Rose knew this day would come. Their bond as sisters would  become distorted, it was written in the lines of her sisters personality and Rose had memorised that script a long time ago.

That didn’t mean it didn’t shatter her heart any less.

The electric bolts of pain seemed to become easier with each step. She was always good with pain, she knew how to take a beating and she knew how to give one but she knew her limits. 

This was not a fight she could win because it was just a warning. Had they wanted to, they could have overpowered and killed both women then and there behind the Wetherspoons. 

Rose wrapped her arm under her breasts to try and ease the insistent throbbing that she wasn’t sure if it was coming from the ache in her heart or the possible multiple broken ribs she has. 

If she ever met this boyfriend of her sister’s again, she was going to return the favour full force. What man puts the woman he promotes he loves in any form of danger for a habit that only exacerbates his traumas from his past?

Answer: he wasn’t a man - he was a lowlife, shit cavern that needed to have a barbed dildo shoved up his piss hole. 

However, she couldn’t forgive Francis’s part in all of this either. To Rose, enabling was just as bad as being the drug addict yourself. 

Rose wasn’t made of money but she had been saving to pay off a debt of her own and move back to England. But now she had next to nothing left, so that idea was nothing but a misty day dream. 

Although, right now, she didn’t care anymore. What did she have left anyway? A sister who had made her own bed?  

Once upon a time, being strong and the voice of reason for her older sister was something she’d grown into the role of. And she didn’t mind but her sibling stopped listening to Rose’s ‘wise beyond her years’ words when she met her new boyfriend just over a year ago.

They moved in together three months after dating and Rose already saw red flags but she gave them her blessing and decided it wasn’t her business to judge their love. And her sister was smitten.

Having to watch her older sister fall time and time after men that used her for nothing but the physical was torturous and she watched her self-worth diminish into nothing but something to fuck and chuck.

But to bounce from that to a man who provided nothing but increasing debt from his drug habit was a million times worse. 

Three times within the last three months Rose had had to bail her sister out, whether it was so they could eat for the month or to pay off the drug dealers. And on her first trip back to the UK in nine months, she comes back and has to pay another hefty amount out of her savings to stop them from doing something more drastic than giving Rose a little kick around.

The only saving grace for Rose right now was that she didn’t actually have a shift today. She was rewarded with a day off, she wasn’t sure why but she wasn’t going to ask.  

As far as she was aware, Ichinomiya and Mr. Oh were back in Japan for a couple of days for business so she didn’t need to worry about them. She didn’t care nor know where the others were. Except for Luke, who she needed to see right now.

He’d been in England for a few days longer than the rest of them. He’d had to perform a black market surgery and that was all Rose knew. Not that his creepy presence was particular missed but Rose hadn’t seen him since they arrived.

She always found it easier to know less of their illegal activities, not that they ever told her anything.

The rest of the penthouse crew followed a few days later with their faithful servant Rose in tow. She had no choice on whether she was allowed to come or not and originally she really wanted to. Especially knowing all expenses would be covered for her transfer in job over there. And with her dwindling funds due to her paying Francis’s leech’s debts, she could finally go home and not worry too much for once.

That didn’t last long. 

Rose looked up as the Tres Spades hotel came into sight. She had never been so relieved to see this place. How long it took her to get here and where she came from was a complete mystery to her, she was running on adrenaline but now that was starting to fizzle out.

Specs of light began to appear in Rose’s vision, her brain clouding over in a hazy fog, the everyday life of London began fading away into white noise as she entered the lobby. 

She could feel her consciousness begin to fade, perhaps she was more injured than she first thought. Mouth opening but unsure of whether she was able to make herself speak, attempting to call out for Kenzaki who she knew would be at the main desk.

The last thing Rose remembered was a flash of Lilac and the call of her real name from several voices before she fell into a warm darkness. 

She welcomed the silence, part of her hoped it’d be eternal.