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---Paul’s POV---
After getting off the phone with Rose, I ran out to the main room of the tour bus. There, all the others were sitting around doing their own things. Damian, Daniel, and Keith were watching a football game , Emmet, Neil, and Colm were in the small kitchenette area joking around, and Ryan and George were looking over the next tour destinations.
“Change of plans boys,” he stated, rushing to the bus driver, “We’re headed to the airport boys.”
“And why exactly are we doing that?” Keith asked, not bothering to look away from the game.
In fact, none of them were full on listening. This would be interesting.
“I just got off the phone with Rose.”
Everything stopped in that moment. Nobody said a word and all eyes were on me. After a moment or two more, George stood with a grim look.
“Paul. If you’re bullshitting us, I swear on all that holy I’ll –“
“I’m not! I swear I’m not! She called from France asking for us to get her.”
“Rosie’s alive?” Damian questioned.
“Why France?” Keith asked, almost bother by her choice.
“Forget that!” George said, “Where in France?”
“She said Paris. Nothing more specific.”
We all looked at one another in silence. Nobody was really sure of what to say. So instead of speaking on it more, we sat in silence till we reached the airport.
---3 hours later---
We just landed in Paris. Now, I hoped that Rosie would call again, telling us where she was. Right on cue, my cellphone rang.
“Rose?”
“Hey. How long do you think you’ll be?”
“Umm…well where exactly are you. You never told me before.”
“Oh...” she paused, “I forgot um… the place is called Vivre Danseuses. Im not sure where –“
“It’s fine. We’ll find it.”
“We?” she questioned.
“Yeah, the guys came along.”
We talked only a minute more then hung up.
“Where’d she say she was?” Keith asked, getting out his GPS app on his phone.
“Some place called Vivre Danseuses.”
Emmet started coughing hard and was wide eyed.
“She’s where?!”
What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, “What does it mean?”
“Um…” he glanced over at George and I, almost terrified, “She’s…. at a French Strip Club.”
Everyone was wide eyed as well. This only going to get worst as we continued on, wasn’t it?
“Got it!,” Keith announced, “Its only about 30 minutes away from here.”
---Meanwhile (Rosie’s POV)---
I was so excited for the guys to show up! I’ve missed them so much, but I was also scared. What would they say when they found out? I couldn’t think of it now. They wouldn’t be long now. I was going home.
Suddenly, the back door burst open wide. I was a room away, but I could hear the slam as the doorknob broke into the wall.
“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!”
It was Zach! He must have read it already! I quickly dashed across the room and to Adelaide’s side. She looked just as scared as I was. Before either of us could say a word, he broke open the door to where we were.
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“The car ride took precious time, 20 minutes to be exact. Once the guys reached the club, they were met with police cursers and an ambulance. There were girls all around, talking to police officers as well as the manager. Emmet translated one of the girls who was saying,
“He just burst through the back door! Oh god! She was going to make it out of here! She was going home!”
Just then, three bodies taken out in open body bags. They passed right in front of the guys. The first was a man who they recognized as Zach, he had been shot repeatedly. A girl in a skimpy dress and black hair came next. She looked cold and blue. Then… a girl with porcelain skin and blonde hair was brought out.”
My daughter sat cross legged on the floor in front of me. Her eyes were wide with anticipation.
“And…?” She asked.
“That’s it.”
“What?!” she exclaimed, popping onto her feet, “How can that be it?!?!”
I sighed and looked at my teenage daughter.
“My baby girl that is how the story ends. Rosie and Adelaide were killed and Zach had been gunned down.”
She sat back down and sighed unhappily, blinking away her tears.
“That’s not fair though….she was so close. They all were.”
I sighed,
“Nobody was really the same afterwards. Everyone blamed themselves, especially Uncle Keith. He said that if he had said something sooner, maybe she’d be alive.”
“What happened to the guys and Sharon?” she asked.
“Well after the group split, Sharon created a new singing group. I haven’t a clue what it’s called. Your grandparents stayed in touch with her for a while, but she moved and we stopped hearing from her. Damian went on to become the amazing actor you know today. Ryan and Neil got married a few months after the group split. They had a beautiful ceremony and later adopted a little girl, your cousin Melody. Keith married Johnna and they had an adorable little boy, Joshua. Derek and Gabs got married as well; they live in England and have 4 children, Max, Anna, Emily, and Dustin. Emmett married Makayla and had a son, Michael. Your grandparents of course were destroyed by the loss of her, but they continued on. We always went to visit her for a bit during the holidays or her birthday.”
“What about Paul?” she asked, “What happened to him?”
I felt tears prickling my eyes.
“He tried moving on, he really did, but he just couldn’t,” I sighed shakily, “He spent every day at her grave for 6 years. The poor man…he just couldn’t get past losing her.” I paused for a moment before continuing, “He ran out in front of an 18 wheeler and died. He was buried right next to her. Forever together I guess.”
Tears ran down her face. She got up and sat on my lap, throwing her arms around me. After a few moments, her tears stopped and she moved away.
“She was really pretty.” She stated.
I nodded in a silent agreement.
“Do you think any of the teachers remember her?”
“I doubt the teachers will, but talk to the old woman in the office. She went to her funeral. I think she liked Rosie a lot.”
She nodded.
“Now, why don’t you go and get ready. Your grandparents will be over soon.”
She nodded and hugged me tight; kissing my cheek, then ran up to her room.
“You alright sweetheart?” my husband asked, coming out of the kitchen.
“I’m fine,” I sighed, “Just talking about Rosie.”
He walked up behind me and held me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.
“I know you miss her love. Everyone does, but she’s in a better place now. “
“I know Danny. I just can’t help but wonder what her life would be like if she had made it.”
He turned me around and looked at me. All the love in the world in his eyes.
“Sarah my love, everyone wonders. Maybe it was just best that it happened.”
“I guess you’re right…”
Daniel smiled down at me.
“Besides, we would have never known what to name our little angel out there.”
That was all I could think of for good coming out of my sister’s death. At least my daughter had a name that meant everything to us. Rosemary Furlong- Donaldson.