Reagan leaned against the banister with his hands firm on the rails. He looked down at the faded wood beneath his feet and sighed. "I'm sorry for offloading on you like that."
"That's quite alright." Rees said.
"I don't really talk about Isabella. I don't think it's fair to Rose to talk about her. It's like emotional cheating."
"Is that why you came here? Because you don't want Rose to know that this thing with your wife still affects you."
"It doesn't matter. Rosalie is my wife now and I love her."
"But if it's affecting you to the point where you're so worried that something will happen her to then maybe you should talk her. Do you think she'd mind?"
Reagan couldn't imagine Rose minding at all. The truth was he didn't want to talk about her. He trained himself not to talk about her. "I should get going. She might be wondering where I went."
Rees nodded in understanding. "You and Rose huh? Was it planned?"
"But I know you Reagan, you always have a plan."
He didn't respond just nodded and walked down the stairs slowly.
Richard sat in the emergency room with his arms folded tightly around his chest. He couldn't believe this was happening, to his family. His sister was being tossed around by her loser of a husband. The worst part about it was that he had a feeling it wasn't the first time. There had been instances when Darcy would appear with some sort of bruise on her arm or a strange mark on her neck. She always had an explanation for it. It never entered his mind that she would keep something like that from him. She was tough as nails. He would have never thought she was the kind of woman to put up with that.
He felt blind.
He felt stupid.
He swore to himself quietly and looked around the room. He was thankful no one else was there. He didn't think Darcy could handle that sort of attention. She was very proud. In fact it was maybe her pride that kept her from telling him.
He looked at his phone again, thinking for some reason that he might have missed a call from Reagan. He was about to dial again when he heard a phone go off. He looked at Darcy's bag next to him on the chair. He fished out the phone quickly and sighed in relief when he saw it Reagan calling.
He answered and before he could say hello he heard a female's voice on the other line, Rose's voice.
"Rose," he asked. "Why are you calling Darcy on Reagan's phone?" She didn't respond. "Is he there with you?" he asked.
"Umm no," she said quickly.
"I need to find him," he explained. "My sister's in trouble Rose."
He exhaled. "Yes… I just really need to talk to Reagan."
"Is she okay?" she asked with concern in her voice.
"Yeah… now she is but…" He paused, he wasn't sure he should tell Rose about this but he felt like he needed to say something to someone or else he would explode. "It's her husband… he hit her."
"I'm so sorry," she said. "Is it bad?" she asked.
"She has a broken cheek bone… so yeah." He bit his lips and listened to silence on the other end. "Would should I do with his guy Rose."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I want to kill him." He explained. "I'm so unbelievably pissed right now. The only thing keeping me here is Darcy. If I can get through to Reagan so he can look after then." He paused as he felt the blood building in his veins again.
"Maybe you should call the police?"
"She doesn't want me to. For some reason she wants to protect him, can you believe that?" He passed his fingers through his hair brushing it away from his face. "I never liked that guy. He basically gambled away all her money. When she leaves him she has nothing. I can tell she's afraid."
"Richard," Rose said with a quiet voice. "I think it's important that you forget about him. Just take care of your sister… she needs your time right now."
He hated it but he knew she was right. "I will…"
"I'll let Reagan know you're looking for him."
"Thanks," he said sounding defeated.
"I'll call you."
Rose hung up the phone and walked to window to look down at the parking lot. She still didn't see his car. She walked back to the bed and pulled the covers up. She closed her eyes and she thought about Darcy and the pain in Richard's voice.
Reagan gave a quiet knock on the door of his apartment and took a deep breath. He left in such a hurry he didn't walk with his keys. He felt like it would have been easier to just sneak in and pretend his reaction never happened but having to knock was equivalent to having to face Rose and everything she was feeling about his reaction.
She opened the door and he could still see the puffiness in her cheek. She didn't say anything. She just stared. He walked in and closed the door behind him, before she could turn to leave. He took told of her hand. "Rose, let me explain" he said.
She shook her head. "No, please don't say anything. You need to call…"
"No," he said cutting her off. "I have to say it because you might have gotten the impression that I wasn't 100% committed to this and it couldn't be further from the truth."
She bit her lip. "You scared me,"
He squeezed her hand. "All of this seems so perfect I feel like this might be a terrible case of Déjà vu." He could see the realization printed on her expression and she squeezed his hand in return. She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held on to her tightly. "That can't happen to me again… not with you… not my Rosalie."
She pressed her check against his chest and listened the fast pace of his heart. "It won't, I promise, just don't run out on me like that again." He nodded and kissed her forehead. " Reagan, you should call Richard."
"Now… I don't think this is something we should tell him over the phone. "
"No, it's Darcy… she has a broken cheek bone and she's pretty bruised up."
"Richard says it was her husband. He's been calling you all this time."
He removed his arms from around Rose and looked at her with confusion printed on her face. "What?" he asked again, looking totally confused.
"That's what Richard said."
"This doesn't make sense…why would he…." He stopped midsentence. "I need to call Richard."
A/N: Okay so I got it going again. Look out for more, hopefully soon..