From the moment she steps into the building something tells her something was wrong.

Her stomach churns as alarm bells go off in her head. Quickly, she scans the hall finding no one, finding it a bit strange since it's almost time for first period. Going up to the closest classroom she peaks inside, using the window, frowning when she sees no students or teacher occupying the space.

Rosaline takes out her phone and goes to her school website checking if there was school today. Her heartbeat quickens as she scrolls through the club cancellations until she sees the announcement of the school assembly. Seeing that there's a school assembly she relaxes. She didn't want to be that kid that came to school when there was no school.

Just as she puts her phone in her pocket she's snatched from behind. She opens her mouth to scream but a hand covers her mouth. She turns her head around sharply trying to see her assailant, only see's darkness. Panic grips her as she begins to hyperventilate.

"Hey, calm down," a soft voice urges.

Recognition hits her and she tenses up.

Harper Vandiwall, the football teams water boy. Anger replaces the panic that boiled up inside her and without thinking she break out from his grip and knees him as hard as she can in the nuts.

Harper hollers in pain and before he can regain his strength Rosaline blindly searches for the doorknob, almost sobbing in relief when her hand wraps itself around the door handle. Turning it, she throws open the door and sprints towards the auditorium where the assembly should be held. If she made there, then she should be safe.

"I'll be safe," she whispers.

Running, her heart pumping in her ears she doesn't hear the footsteps closing in on her until it's too late. A choked scream exits from her lips as she's once again grabbed from behind. The grip doesn't stay though. She's thrown to the ground and on impact a subtle crack echoes through the almost empty halls. Pain blossoms in her shoulder forcing tears to stream down her face. She was so close. The thought makes her heart shatter as she looks at a red-faced Harper.

"You're going to pay for that," he says, spit flying.

Some lands on her face but she doesn't bother to wipe it. The sound of a belt being unbuckled her heart sinking and bile rising up her throat.

"N-No please."

He ignores her grabbing her pants and yanking them down.

"No, no, PLEASE-"

Gasping, Rosaline snaps up into sitting position, putting her hand over her chest feeling her heart that seem as if it's going to burst from her chest. Looking down, Rosaline watches as one by one tears land on the cotton covers.

Surprised, she puts her hand over her cheek, pulling it back to see her hand glisten in the afternoon lighting. Why is she crying? She wasn't raped. Right as Harper pulled her pants down a teacher burst open the auditorium doors and moments later, Harper was pulled off and away from her and she was immediately taken to the hospital. There she was told she had a dislocated shoulder and minor bruising and was quickly discharged from the hospital leaving Rosaline with her parents who blamed herself from not stopping it before it escalated that far.

Taking in a deep breath, Rosaline places her hand on her lap and frowns. Rosaline grabs the covers and yanks them from her body, gasping when instead of wearing her dress that she arrived in she's covered in a silk nightgown that leaves not one inch of skin.

O god. They changed her while she was sleeping.

Rosaline rushes her way to the edge of the bed before she swings her feet one at a time over the edge of the bed. Looking down, she sighs. The bed is as high off the ground as it is at Jared's house.

"Do they not realize how short I am," she asks, herself in a whisper afraid that if she said it any louder, Jared, Dylan and Sebastian would hear.

Slowly, she tries to slide herself off the bed, only for her casted foot and gravity to pull her down quicker than she anticipated.

Rosaline tumbles to on the floor with a small thud. Groaning, she mentally curses herself out for being stupid enough to fall, her cast beginning to throb with pain.

It's because she still doesn't know how to properly function with a cast on though it's not fully her fault. Every day, if she needs to go somewhere instead of letting her use her crutches either Jared or Bryce would carry her around, much to her dismay. Even in the shower she's not alone. After showering alone, the first few times, as a replacement for Bryce and Jared, she has two maids who make sure she's washed dressed... unless Jared decided to dress her himself. Embarrassment can't begin to describe how she felt all those times she was carried around, dressed and washed by others, as if she were a small child. It's sad but moments like today where she dressed herself...are a blessing.

The memories try to push through and replay in her mind over and over again, and it takes all her mental strength not to let that happen. Rosaline gets up off the floor clicking her teeth in irritation at the dress that pools obnoxiously at her feet. Obviously, the woman the clothes belong to is freaking giant.

Limping, Rosaline makes her way to the bedroom door and opens it. Three pairs of eyes lock on her and she freezes. The door she opened is apparently an attachment to what looks like an office. A wooden desk is centered in the room, the inside for the desk holding a comfy chair while the outside of the desk hold two chair that look a bit uncomfortable. The floor is a dark brown carpet and every inch of the wall is covered in bookcases, filled to the brim with books.

Sitting in a couch at the beginning of the bookcase by the door is Jared and Sebastian while Dylan leans against the desk, a book in hand.

The three set of eyes belonging to the three men all stare at Rosaline in silence. Rosaline wants to snap at them to stop staring at them but when she opens her mouth nothing comes out. Dylan saves her however and breaks the silence.

"How was your nap," he asks.

Rosaline shrugs still feeling uncomfortable.

"Words."

She jumps at the demanding tone in his voice.

"Good," she whispers.

"How are you feeling?"

His voice gentles and for some reason she feels little, but a good little. '

'My cast is throbbing, I'm still kind of tired and I'm very hungry. How are you feeling? Is what she wants to say.

Instead she says, "Just a little tired."

He nods and there's this vibe coming from him that she can't help but feel some type of way.

"Do you need to take another nap," he asks, and she shyly shakes her head.

"Words."

"No, Daddy."

If Rosaline could dig up a hole, place herself inside and bury herself she would. Horror and embarrassment paints itself on her face as her cheeks burns. Did she just...? Yes, yes, she did. Words cannot describe how much she wants to rewind time and make sure that she didn't call Dylan, Daddy. Jared, Sebastian and Dylan must me disgusted, she thinks and doesn't even bother to look at them and instead, looks at her feet. What does she do? Does she say, 'I'm sorry?' Does she say nothing?

Not knowing what to do, Rosaline does what she does best. Run away. She doesn't run out the door she came in. No, she goes to the door on the right and is opens up to a hallway, going on almost endlessly.

She decides to run to the left. Well with the cast on her leg she half limps half runs to the left.

Wow nice job, in embarrassing yourself.

No, no, his voice is back. It's not enough that Harper almost raped her, he has to haunt her too.

You make me laugh. "No, Daddy."

Laughter echoes in her head and she cover her ears, trying to make it stop.

O, you're such a screw up.

A scream leaves her lips as arms wrap around her middle and lift her into a covered chest.

"Let me go," she shrieks struggling in the grip.

"No, Rosaline you need to calm down- NOO!"

She continues to struggle, screaming continuously for him to let her go. Dylan doesn't respond and instead holding her as best as he can.

"Rosaline," he coos, his voice once again, making her feel something that she no longer likes.

"Rosaline."

Tears stream down her face as her screams cease.

"No," she sobs. "Let me go."

Her movements turn sluggish until they stop all together. She's tired physically and mentally.

Dylan pulls her into his chest and slowly rocking her, saying, "it's okay."

This keep going until her sobs cease and her brain starts to work.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

He stops rocking her and grabs her chin making her face him.

"You have nothing to apologize for Rosaline."

She looks at him like he's crazy and he chuckles.

"You didn't," he assures. "Actually, I liked it when you called me Daddy and want you to call me that more often. Okay?"

Her brain is not functioning the way she thought it would because instead of shaking her head and saying, "hell no," she slowly nods.

"Words, Rosaline."

"Yes, Daddy."

She blushes and he gives her a smile that makes her heart stutter.

"You guys hungry?"

Dylan jumps and Rosaline screams, snapping her head to face Sebastian so fast she's surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"Sebastian, what did I tell you about sneaking up on people," Dylan snaps.

Sebastian shrugs before, takes stepping towards them, stomping his feet.

When he's inches away, he stops and ask, "You guys hungry?"

Dylan shoots him a glare and Rosaline giggles.

"Rosaline, are you hungry?" She nods before catching herself. "Yes."

Sebastian nods and turns away, heading past them and down the set of stairs that Rosaline notices they've been standing by. She can feel Dylan's eyes, burning a hole in her head but she ignores it. She may have agreed to call him Daddy but no way is she going to call Dylan, Daddy in front of others.