Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 2 Summary
In “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us” by Vik Rowan Tate, the protagonist, Rosette, experiences a tumultuous encounter with her mother and her mother’s new husband, Silas Varkas. The story opens with Rosette observing her mother’s dramatic shift in demeanor upon the arrival of Silas, who is described as tall, strong, and strikingly handsome. This transformation in Rosette’s mother is jarring for her, as it starkly contrasts with the indifference and pain she feels towards her mother’s choices and their relationship.
As Silas introduces himself to Rosette, there is an underlying tension. Rosette’s skepticism about his intentions is palpable, especially as she grapples with her own feelings of resentment towards her mother. The conversation reveals Rosette’s emotional scars, particularly a bruise on her cheek that Silas acknowledges but does not address. Their interaction is charged with a mix of defiance and curiosity, as Rosette challenges Silas’s authority, asserting her independence and questioning the nature of their newfound family ties.
The emotional climax occurs when Rosette confronts her mother about her lack of maternal love and support. This confrontation is explosive, revealing deep-seated anger and frustration that Rosette has harbored for years. She accuses her mother of blaming her for the darkness in her life and expresses a desire for her mother to truly suffer for the pain she has caused. This moment of catharsis is significant for Rosette, as it marks the first time she articulates her feelings of abandonment and resentment, unleashing a torrent of emotions that have long been suppressed.
After their heated exchange, Rosette storms away, feeling liberated yet lost in her emotions. She navigates through the unfamiliar mansion, driven by a need to escape her mother’s oppressive presence. The story concludes with Rosette colliding with an unknown figure, hinting at the possibility of further complications and encounters in her journey. The chapter encapsulates themes of familial conflict, the struggle for identity, and the quest for emotional freedom, leaving readers eager to see how Rosette will navigate her complicated relationships moving forward.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
From the moment I caught the glimmer in Mother’s eyes, I instinctively knew who had just stepped into the room. It was as if a switch had been flipped; her expression shifted from mundane to radiant, a soft glow illuminating her features. There was no mistaking the arrival of the man who commanded such a transformation in her demeanor.
“Oh, welcome, honey!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with saccharine enthusiasm, a façade of warmth plastered across her face as she breezed past me, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. She made a beeline for her husband, positioning herself next to him as if to absorb some of his imposing presence. “I didn’t know you would be home so soon.”
I turned slowly, deliberately, my gaze settling on them. My eyes widened just a fraction as I took in the man standing before me. He was tall—towering, really—perhaps six feet four, with a physique that exuded strength and an air of handsomeness that was hard to ignore. His hair, a striking blend of silver and black, caught the light in a way that made him appear almost regal.
I had to admit, there was something to be said about my mother’s choice in partners; she had certainly struck gold this time.
“Hello, sir,” I greeted, my voice flat and devoid of any warmth. I made no effort to mask my indifference, my expression remaining neutral as I met his gaze, deliberately ignoring my mother’s pointed look of disapproval.
“You’re Rosette,” he observed, his tone more of a declaration than a question. I nodded in response, feeling a strange weight in the air. His eyes flickered to the bruise on my cheek, a silent acknowledgment of my pain, but he chose not to comment, instead bringing his gaze back to mine. “You weren’t at the wedding.”
“I had more pressing matters to attend to,” I replied, my tone clipped.
He raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his handsome features. “More important than your mother’s wedding?”
“Yes, sir,” I stated firmly, feeling a surge of defiance.
For a fleeting moment, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of amusement cross his lips, as if he was on the verge of smiling but decided against it, a subtle twist of his mouth that left me questioning his thoughts.
With a dismissive shake of his head, he freed himself from my mother’s grasp as if she were an unwelcome distraction, striding toward me with long, confident steps. There was an undeniable aura surrounding him, a blend of authority and raw power that seemed to pulse in the space between us. His eyes, captivating yet unsettling, bore into mine, as if he could peer straight through my defenses.
“I’m sure you know who I am,” he said, halting just a foot away from me, his presence overwhelming.
I shook my head, the words spilling out before I could think twice. “Apologies, sir, but I don’t.”
This time, he did smile—just a slight lift of his upper lip, but it was enough to shift the atmosphere in the room.
“You’re an interesting one, Rosette,” he mused, a hint of amusement lacing his voice. Then, with a flourish, he extended his gloved hand toward me.
“Silas Varkas,” he introduced himself.
I placed my hand in his, and his grip was firm, as if sealing a business deal rather than a casual introduction. “Rosette Voss,” I replied, my heart racing slightly at the contact.
“The butler will show you to one of the finest rooms in the mansion. Make yourself comfortable, feel at ease, and remember, if you need anything, I’m just a call away. We’re family now, Rosette,” he said, his tone carrying an unsettling weight.
I raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping into my voice. “Are we, though, Mr. Varkas?”
His eyes flashed—this time, it was unmistakable. The golden hue was there and gone in an instant, a spark of something deeper that sent a shiver down my spine. He turned to glance at my mother over his shoulder, his smile effortlessly returning. “You didn’t mention your daughter was this clever, my dear.”
A laugh escaped my mother’s lips, high-pitched and almost forced. “Oh, she is. Very clever indeed.”
He returned his attention to me, withdrawing his hand. “I’ll catch up with you later, Rosette. It was a pleasure meeting you. I have no doubt my boys will adore you.”
I watched him as he walked away, his back straight and confident. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my mother’s forehead, a gesture that seemed both intimate and possessive, before he exited the room. My mother turned to me, a smile plastered on her face, her mouth opening to speak, but I beat her to it.
“Who is he?” I demanded, my tone sharp.
Her smile widened, almost gleeful. “He’s rich, Rosette. Filthy rich.”
“That wasn’t the question I asked. Who the hell is he?” I pressed, my frustration bubbling over.
“Watch your language,” she hissed, her smile evaporating instantly.
“Don’t you dare lecture me about my language right now,” I shot back, baring my teeth in a snarl. “Do you even know anything about him? What he does? The kind of person he is? Or did you just see him and his fancy car and start drooling like a lovesick teenager?”
She marched toward me, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her finger shaking as she pointed at me. “I am your mother, Rosette, and I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that. You will—”
“Then act like it!” I interrupted, my voice rising, the familiar heat of rage wrapping around my throat, making it hard to breathe. “When have you ever been a mother to me? Huh?! When, Vera?! ‘I am your mother. I am your mother,’ but you have never shown me an ounce of motherly love. You’ve never held me or laughed with me like other mothers do with their children. All I’ve ever received from you is anger and resentment, and yet you still dare to call yourself my mother!”
The fury surged within me, a second heartbeat pounding in my chest, igniting every nerve, making me tremble.
Mother stared at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted in shock. She took a hesitant step toward me, her legs trembling, yet she managed to maintain her composure.
“Do you want to know something, Rosette?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I used to be wild and free. I used to be beautiful, but then your father, that… bastard, came into my life and clipped my wings. And then you were born, and you took my light. After both of you came into my life, darkness and hardship engulfed my days.”
“Are you even hearing yourself?” I challenged, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. “How is any of that my fault? Sure, you can blame Dad; he knew what he was doing. But me? You brought me into this world! You made that choice! And the first emotion you showed me was hate. You didn’t even give me a chance. You made no effort to love me. You say I took your light away, but I never even had any light to begin with. Your rage and bitterness sucked that light right out of your womb.”
I stepped closer, and she remained frozen, her expression blank, as if she were a mirror reflecting my own emptiness. Perhaps we were more alike than I had ever realized.
“I want you to suffer, Mom. Really suffer. Because you should never have given birth to me if this was all I was going to get,” I spat, the words burning on my tongue.
I stormed past her, my body aching with the weight of my emotions. For the first time in twenty-two years of this miserable existence, I had vocalized the truth I had kept bottled up inside. Those words had tightened around my throat for far too long, but now, it seemed the dam had finally broken.
I had no idea where I was headed, the mansion’s layout unfamiliar and labyrinthine, but I pressed on, driven by a desperate need for water to douse the flames of anger raging within me.
Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice my surroundings until I rounded a corner and collided with something solid.
“Shit,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead in irritation.
A figure shifted in front of me, and before I could lift my gaze, a cool, smooth voice drifted through the air. “Well, what do we have here?”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that explosive confrontation, a fragile silence enveloped the air, thick with unspoken truths and raw emotions. Rosette’s heart raced, not just from the confrontation with her mother, but from the realization that she had finally claimed her voice—a voice that had been stifled for far too long. The weight of her words hung in the air like a storm cloud, and as she stormed away, she felt a mix of liberation and sorrow. The anger that had once consumed her began to shift, morphing into something more profound: a yearning for understanding, for healing. She had confronted the darkness that had overshadowed her life, and though the road ahead remained uncertain, a flicker of hope ignited within her—a hope that perhaps forgiveness could be found, not just for her mother, but for herself as well.
As Rosette navigated the unfamiliar halls of the mansion, her mind replayed the moment of vulnerability shared between her and her mother. It was a painful exchange, yet it had unearthed buried emotions that could no longer be ignored. With every step she took, she felt a sense of clarity wash over her, a realization that she was not just a victim of her circumstances but a survivor capable of forging her own path. The encounter with Silas lingered in her thoughts, a reminder that not all authority figures were to be feared; some could be allies in her journey toward self-discovery. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the mansion, Rosette understood that this was merely the beginning of her journey—a journey toward forgiveness, acceptance, and ultimately, the reclaiming of her own light.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension between Rosette and her mother to reach a boiling point as the repercussions of their explosive confrontation unfold. With emotions still raw from their heated exchange, Rosette will find herself grappling with a whirlwind of feelings—anger, betrayal, and a newfound sense of independence. As she navigates the unfamiliar halls of the mansion, the shadows of her past will loom larger, forcing her to confront not only her relationship with her mother but also the unsettling presence of Silas Varkas and the secrets that seem to cling to him like a shroud.
As Rosette’s world begins to unravel, she will encounter unexpected allies and adversaries within the opulent walls of her new home. The enigmatic Silas will emerge as a pivotal figure, his charm and authority both alluring and intimidating. Readers will be left questioning his true intentions and the nature of the bond he claims to share with Rosette. Will she succumb to the allure of wealth and power, or will her fierce spirit ignite a rebellion against the life that has been thrust upon her? The stakes are rising, and with each passing moment, Rosette’s journey toward self-discovery and empowerment will take an unexpected turn that could alter the course of her life forever. Prepare for revelations that will challenge her perceptions and force her to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about family, loyalty, and the true meaning of forgiveness.
