Rpg here.

Hmm i'll start. )

Tyler grabbed his bag and looked around. Well this is freaking great. He shook his head and walked to the front door of his new house.

Rose sat on her favorite chain in her bedroom. It oerlooked the hill their house rested on. She frowned when she saw his car driving up her driveway. She knew what this meant..more pain, more hatred. Did he love her? No, never. Love doesn't exist..no, not in my lifetime. She thought and stood.

Ty looked around for his mother. He didn't see her, but that was perfectly fine with him. He wouldn't care if he never saw her again. He walked up to his room and set his bags down.

"Rosette! Downstairs!" Rose heard her father call. Rose sighed and opened her door slowly. Her best friend Ally (who also happened to be her personal maid) stood looking downstairs. "Is it him?" Rose whispered to her. Ally frowned and nodded. Rose forced a smile as she walked downstairs.

Tyler sat down on the bed. He heard his mother call for him Prison was better than being here with her. "What?" He asked.
"When did you get here?" His mother asked, walking up the stairs. It was obvious what the years of drugs had done to her body.
"Not too long ago." Tyler answered.

"Rose." Ryan nodded in greeting to his soon-to-be wife. Rose's father Jeff smiled at the couple then left rather quickly. Rose looked at Ryan and frowned. "Why are you here?" She asked annoyed. "I'm here to see you of course.." He said grabbing her arm harshly. Rose closed her eyes, as she always did when fear came upon her.

Ty looked out the window and sighed. "I'm going to go for a walk." He called and zipped up his hoodie. He walked downstairs and out the door. The cold February air was crisp

"You know why I'm here." He whispered roughly in her ear once he had dragged her up to her room. Rose looked at him. "Why are you marrying me if you don't...care about me." She asked, avoiding the "L" word. He smirked at you. "Money can change people dalin'..it can kill people too." She said kissed her neck roughly, his body pressed down hard, almost crushing her fragile body.

Ty stuck his earbuds n and turned his Ipod on. It had been a grft from his dad, who'd left him years ago. He recieved it for his 18th birthday, but not a word from his dad. It was fine to Ty. He didn't have the greatest love for his parents. But after wat they had done over the years, who could?

The minutes creaked by slowly for Rose. She was undressed, her clothes in tatters on the flour. She wanted to scream but couldn't. This was not the first time he had done this to her.."It hurts." She choked finally, as he reached his orgasm in her. "Who gives a shit?" He growled in her ear. "Your a useless bitch! Your an ugly little slim." He spat as he got dressed.

Ty banished the memories from his mind and started walking down the side walk.

"We're going to dinner together with your father...try to look half-decent." Ryan said to her before closing the door to her room. Rose lay there, hurt, crying. There was blood, there always was. Rose finally got up and dragged herself into the shower.

He looked around. Everything was so unfamilar and he hated it. THe leaves were gona and not a bud on the trees.

Rose got dressed in a black short cocktail dress, her father's favorite. Dresses were definatly not Rose's style but she was used to not getting what she wanted. She wore her natrually wavy. She said her good byes to Ally and left, her arm around her enemy (Ryan). Ryan walked her out to their car and sat her down. She sighed and looked out the window.

Ty sat down. He didn't like anything. Personally he would have chosen prison over this. He knew how crazy it sounded but in prison you always had somewhere to sleep and something to eat. With his mom, you never knew when the next time you'd be able to have a meal was. It could be hours or days. It's the only thing he knew.

(When should they first see each other?...At Rose's dinner with the men? School? On the streets?)

Ryan drove behind Rose's father's car. They were going to eat at a semi-fancy steak house. Rose didn't like steak but..oh well. "I love you." Ryan teased looking over at Rose. "How do those words taste coming out of your mouth?" Rose questioned sharply at Ryan.
"Like money." He shot and smirked.

(hmm. You decide. ;D)

Ty wondered what life would be like if he were different. If he was actually something good.

(I decided the RPG, you get to decided about your own character!)

Rose dug her nails into her wrist, the pain wasn't unfamiliar, but it gave her a sense of feeling, not completetion, just..feeling. She had many thoughts of suicide. Ryan's just going to kill me anyways..what do I matter?

(Hmm. Him and his mom can go to dinner? ;D)

Ty felt his new phone buzz. He pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hello, mother." He said, his voice flat.
"Would you like to go to dinner?" She asked, her voice was hopeful.
"Sure. Why not." He answered, trying hard not to sound sarcastic.

They arrived at the restaurant. "Put on a happy face." Ryan spat before getting out of the car. Rose breathed, her neck hurt from where he had bit her...her arm hurt from where he had hit her. She slowly got out of the car.

They arranged to meet and hung up. Ty wasn't extremely thrilled about having dinner with his mom. But he might as well put forth an effort to be nice.

Rose walked next to Ryan..not that she wanted to. They sat down, their table was in the center of the restaurant..great.

Ty walked into the restaurant and saw his mom. He walked over to her. "Hi." He said grimly.
"I could have picked you up." His mother, Lisa, said.
"I can walk." Ty replied and sat down.

Ryan and Jeff talk happily to each other about this and that. Rose didn't hear that..she didn't want to. She just sat there and cried inwardly.

Lisa nodded. "It's been awhile wince we've eaten together."
"Well when your in jail it's kind of hard see your mom." Ty whispered.