Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 48 Summary
In Chapter 48 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” Rosette finds herself reluctantly at a club, a place she had no desire to be. Her friend Sofia insists on a night out, pushing Rosette out of her comfort zone. The atmosphere is overwhelming, filled with loud music and a mix of sweat and cologne, and Rosette longs to escape. Just as she considers leaving, an old acquaintance approaches, but the interaction quickly turns uncomfortable, triggering past memories of unwanted attention from boys.
As Rosette struggles with her discomfort, Axel, a figure from her past, suddenly intervenes, violently confronting the boy who had crossed the line. The chaos escalates as Axel’s rage becomes palpable, and Rosette’s pleas for him to stop go unheard. The scene draws attention from everyone in the club, and as tension mounts, Rosette realizes she must act to prevent further violence. Despite her initial fear, she recognizes Axel and tries to reach him, urging him to calm down.
After a heated exchange, Axel drags Rosette out of the club, ignoring her friend’s protests. The atmosphere is charged with unresolved emotions, and Rosette feels a mix of dread and concern for Axel’s state of mind. Once outside, they have a confrontation in the car, where Rosette expresses her anger at his actions and the time lost between them. Axel’s primal reaction to her discomfort reveals deep-seated feelings, leading to a fierce argument where both characters confront their past and the choices that have brought them to this moment.
The chapter culminates in a tense standoff at Rosette’s home, where Axel’s determination forces her to confront him once more. Despite her anger and desire to keep him at bay, Axel’s intensity and insistence lead to a surprising moment of vulnerability. The chapter ends with a passionate kiss that leaves Rosette breathless, signaling a shift in their tumultuous relationship, filled with unresolved feelings and the potential for forgiveness and reconciliation.
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**Chapter 48**
**ROSETTE**
I had no intention of stepping foot into this club. In my mind, I envisioned myself nestled at home, wrapped in a blanket like an elderly widow, indulging in the things that brought me joy—what Sofia so affectionately referred to as “what I love.” But Sofia, with her relentless spirit, had other plans. She was adamant that I needed a night out, and her insistence brooked no argument. She even took the liberty of selecting my dress, which hung off me like a reluctant promise.
So here I found myself in a chaotic, overwhelming space, filled with the cacophony of laughter, shouts, and blaring music that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. The air was thick with an unpleasant mix of sweat and cheap cologne, and I longed to escape to a quieter place, anywhere but here. Just as I was contemplating my exit, a familiar face from school approached me. I recognized him, but his name eluded me, as did any fond memories. Initially, he was amusing, his jokes eliciting a reluctant smile. But that amusement quickly faded.
His hand brushed against my arm, and a wave of discomfort washed over me, reminiscent of every other boy who had ever crossed that line. When I firmly told him to back off, he didn’t relent. My heart raced, and just as I was about to rise and flee, a tall figure, one I recognized instantly, barreled toward us. Before I could process the scene unfolding before me, Axel yanked the guy away from my side, his fist connecting with the boy’s jaw with a sickening crack. The sound sliced through the club’s noise, and I could hear the agonized scream that followed, clear as day.
“Axel!” I shouted, my voice rising above the din as my mind finally caught up with the chaos. I sprang to my feet, desperation clawing at my insides.
Axel’s hand was already poised for another strike, but I lunged forward, grasping his wrist with all my might, my teeth gritted against the effort. His gaze snapped to mine, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure he recognized me. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and filled with a fury that sent chills down my spine.
“Axel, stop this!” I cried out, my voice trembling as I realized we had become the center of attention. The pulsating music continued, but the dance floor was now deserted, everyone’s eyes glued to our confrontation. The boy, cradling his shattered jaw, whimpered in pain, blood trickling from his mouth.
“You,” Axel growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he released the guy and turned to face me, his expression a storm of rage.
In that moment, I didn’t care about how he had found me or why he was here. All I could focus on was the dangerous intensity radiating from him.
“Axel, listen—”
But he was deaf to my pleas. He seized my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, and began dragging me toward the exit.
“Hey, dickhead! Where do you think you’re taking my friend?” Sofia shouted, her voice cutting through the tension as she hurried after us, her phone already in hand, ready to call for help.
“Don’t do that,” I urged her, shaking my head vigorously. Axel didn’t even break his stride. People parted like the Red Sea as he strode through, sensing the dark energy that surrounded him, an aura I could feel pressing down on me.
Sofia’s brow furrowed with concern as she kept pace. “But—”
“It’s okay, Sof. I… I know him. Just trust me. I’ll handle this.”
She hesitated, biting her lip in that way that always signaled her anxiety.
I glanced back at Axel, searching for a way to reach him through the haze of fury clouding his mind. We reached the exit, where the bouncers attempted to intervene.
“No, no, it’s fine,” I reassured them, managing a weak smile. “Really, I’m okay.”
They stepped aside, and Axel didn’t even slow his pace. This was spiraling out of control, and my heart raced with dread.
“Axel, whatever is happening, you need to snap out of it!” I pleaded, but my words fell on deaf ears.
He reached his car, flinging open the passenger door and staring at me with a challenge in his eyes, as if daring me to refuse. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could feel the weight of his gaze. Reluctantly, I climbed into the car, exhaling a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. But I flinched as he slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the confined space. He slid into the driver’s seat, put the car in gear, and sped off, his grip on the steering wheel so tight I feared it would crack under the pressure, his jaw clenched as if he were fighting against an unseen enemy.
“Okay,” I breathed out, trying to steady my trembling hands. “Axel, I’m not going to ask how you found me. I’ll let that slide. But what I won’t overlook is what you did back there. How dare you? What gave you the right to act like that?!”
My anger bubbled to the surface, and my hands shook even more.
Axel’s jaw tightened further, a vein throbbing at his temple. “You let him touch you,” he growled, his voice unrecognizable, laced with a primal rage. “You let that bastard lay his hands on you!”
“What do you even care?” I shot back, turning to face him fully, no longer concerned about the reckless speed at which he was driving. “It’s been a year since I’ve heard from you! Why do you suddenly give a damn?”
“And whose fault is that?” he bellowed, the intensity of his voice reverberating in the small car. “Whose fault is it that you didn’t hear from me for a year? Whose fault is it that we lost all this time?”
“Mine! Yes, it’s my fault! But I don’t even care! It’s not a fault when I have no regrets about the choices I made! It’s not a fault when I’m finally living my best life! I built something for myself, Axel! And now you’ve come back and ruined it!”
He fell silent, his expression unreadable as he drove like a man possessed. In what felt like mere moments, he parked outside my house. I didn’t care how he knew where I lived; all I wanted was for him to leave.
I flung the door open and stepped out, my expression hardening. “Great, you’ve dropped me off at home. Now go. I never want to see your face again, Axel.”
“Open the door, Rosette,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
“Didn’t you hear a word I just said? Just leave!”
He walked around the car, positioning himself in front of me, leaning in with a fierce snarl. “Open that damn door, Rosette, or I swear, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and break it down.”
He meant every word, and deep down, I knew he would follow through.
My heart raced, my breath coming in harsh gasps as I stared at him, caught between fear and defiance. Finally, I turned and walked to the door, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the key. It took an eternity to unlock it, but I managed.
I stepped inside, and Axel followed, closing the door behind him. I tossed my keys and bag onto the floor in frustration, ready to unleash my pent-up anger when he suddenly grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me toward him and crashing his lips against mine with a ferocity that left me breathless.
Conclusion
In that moment, as Axel’s lips met mine, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a whirlwind of emotions. The anger that had simmered between us transformed into something raw and electric, igniting a fire within me that I had long buried. It was a collision of past and present, of hurt and longing, and I felt every ounce of the weight we had carried for too long. This kiss, fierce and demanding, was not just about passion; it was an unspoken apology, a desperate plea for understanding, and a promise that perhaps, amidst the chaos, we could find our way back to each other.
As we pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, the reality of our tangled history loomed over us like a storm cloud. I could see the vulnerability hidden behind Axel’s fierce exterior, and I knew that this moment was just the beginning of a long journey toward forgiveness and healing. We had both been hurt, and while the scars of the past would take time to mend, the spark ignited between us hinted at a possibility for redemption. In that small, dimly lit room, our hearts began to speak the words we had been too afraid to say, and for the first time in a long while, I dared to hope that we could forgive what had hurt us and embrace what lay ahead.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter, tensions between Rosette and Axel will reach a boiling point as they navigate the aftermath of their explosive encounter. The air will be thick with unspoken words, and the emotional fallout from their confrontation at the club will linger like a storm cloud overhead. Rosette, grappling with her feelings of anger and betrayal, will find herself torn between the fierce connection she once shared with Axel and the painful memories of their past. As she wrestles with her emotions, readers can expect to delve deeper into Rosette’s psyche, exploring the complexities of love, trust, and the scars that linger from their time apart.
Meanwhile, Axel’s motivations will be further unveiled, revealing the reasons behind his sudden reappearance and the intensity of his feelings for Rosette. His fierce protectiveness will clash with Rosette’s desire for independence, leading to a dramatic confrontation that promises to challenge their perceptions of each other. As secrets are revealed and emotions run high, the tension will escalate, forcing both characters to confront the unresolved issues that have haunted them. Will they find a way to bridge the chasm between them, or will their past ultimately tear them apart? The next chapter promises to be a whirlwind of passion, conflict, and the possibility of redemption as they navigate the treacherous waters of their relationship.
