A/N: One huge thanks to Tiffany for hosting yet another FAGE. Seriously, she needs to be showered in gold. Maria, thanks for listening to all the whining I did as I stressed over this FAGE. Lastly, NIcia, I've known you for some time and. . .well, I wanted to write an awesome masterpiece for you, but I couldn't. You're an awesome lady, keep on being awesome. I sincerely hope you like what I wrote for you. Much love to you.

FAGE 007

Title: Hope for Someone

Written for: Nicia

Written By: Rose Melissa Ivashkov

Rating: T (some foul language)

Summary/Prompt used: "Living with integrity means: Not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values. Making choices based on what you believe, and not what others believe."
― Barbara De Angelis

If you would like to see all the stories that are a part of this exchange visit the facebook group: Fanficaholics Anon: Where Obsession Never Sleeps, or add the C2 to get all the stories direct to your inbox.

www . fanfiction community /FAGE-007/93625/

To readers: This will be a short, fast-paced story.


As she rode on forward at speeds rivaling cars that zoomed beside her, Rose finally gave herself the chance to breathe. She enjoyed the sensations of the wind against her, while in awe at the skyline of her hometown materializing before her. A delicacy she hadn't been able to give herself in such a long time. She had been encompassed in fear for an immeasurable amount of time. Now, it was time to let herself go. Her escapement had been risky but she had managed to escape him. She knew the drill. He would discover her gone and the chase would be on again.

This time, though, she vowed that she would not be caught again. She would not, could not, go back to being his property. Even if the chase became dangerous, she would not give in to him once again. She'd been caged. She was ready to run free. Rose cared little if her actions would result in her death. She believed death would come as a blessing. She didn't want to live anymore if it meant that he would never give her freedom.

She should have felt guilty; she should have at least pulled over to the side of the road to have the customary "time to think" that came after doing something bad to him; she should have allowed some regret. But she wasn't going to give that man another second of her time. There wasn't anything to regret in her actions. Beside, this—her running off on him on their wedding day—had been his doing. He had never learned. Emotional abuse and aggression was not something that made Rose want to stay by his side, or anyone.

Rose smiled once as she neared the exit ramp. She was one step closer to her hometown. She had battled her demons and now she was coming home, back to where she belonged, to her birthplace. A skyline, illuminated, was making itself known in the dark sky as she continued on the busy highway. San Francisco. She had been forced away from the place when her parents had had enough of her at her rebellious seventeen. Without so much as a goodbye, and a somewhat guilty look coming from her father, her ex-fiancé had whisked her away to some high end town the next state over. Then, the gentleman fiancé had turned into a total abusive asshole, completely destroying Rose's life.

Ten years later, regardless of the fact that she would never be free from harm, she was coming home. It didn't matter that her ex-fiancé was out there planning her murder. It didn't matter that she had no idea how to restart her life after living in a shithole for the past ten years. It didn't matter that she was emotionally and mentally destroyed and wasn't sure if she would ever heal. Nothing mattered.

She was home.