Okay I know what you're thinking, she put up another fic up yet she can't keep up with the ones she's got. But once I get an idea in my head I have to go with it or it will send me cray, okay more crazy. I've never written anything like this before so I hope I did okay. If not let me know in a review or PM.

I'd like to say thanks to .Fingers for wanting to beta this, Love you ButterCup.

I dunno how often i'll be able to update but I will trying my hardest to make sure its not too long between chapter.

So there will be mention of rape in this fic, I don't plan to go into to much detail, I'm sorry if this offends you it was not my intention.

Last thing from me I own nothing... just Laptop I call Kola.

R POV

I'm broken, no amount of tape and glue can fix me, since my family can't refund me and get a shiny, new, clean daughter, and they keep me in storage, hidden to hide the shame of what happened to me.

July 5th 2003, I woke cold, empty and damaged beyond repair. When I opened my eyes I saw the pain and disgust I'd cause my parents, they couldn't look me in the eye. My brother couldn't even be the same room as me. A police officer came in to the hospital room and asked me what I remembered. What do I remember? Everything. Every agonizing second of it. From the moment he was dragging me away from the July 4th festivities at Local Park to when he left me on the ground bleeding.

"Miss Hale do you know who did this to you?" Yes

I nodded, I said nothing I just let my tears flow, and even my tears hurt my battered face.

"Who?" They'll hate me. He was meant to be my future. I cried harder.

"It's okay, Rosalie," My mother's voice was quite and muffled with tears.

"Royce King," I whispered, as his name fell from lips my mother bust in to tears. She was the one that wanted him and I together, she thought it would befit everyone. My father would have a better job, I'd be set for life I'd never want for anything.

"I'm so sorry, Rosalie. I'm so sorry," she kept repeating over and over again. My father held her in his arms rocking her back and forth like she'd been the one who had be sexually abuse be the one who was meant to care for them. After the officer was done with her question she took my parents out into the hall to talk; I laid in that hospital bed unable to move and let my silent tear fall knowing that in this small town I'm always going to be known as the girl that got raped at the park.

Seven Years five months and eleven days later I still feel dirty, I still wake up in cold sweat; I cry hysterically, dreaming that I'm back there; my body being slammed against the tree; his hands ripping away my clothing; blunt nails making my pale skin. This is when I wake up, my mind can't relive anymore of the pain. After everything that happened I didn't go to school with my friends when the summer ended. I was home schooled, my mother didn't want anyone to talk about it; she thought if we ignored it, it never happened. Jasper got kicked out of High School for fighting and my parents sent him to boarding school in the end. They thought it would make things easier but if you ask me it only made things worse. He came back for holidays but it wasn't the same as before. Nothing was.

When my time came I decided that I wanted to go to college, I wanted to stop burring in my head in the sand, get out in the world and get of this town. I picked a college far from Fork, Washington, which brought me to Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. Now in my Junior year of College I live with my friend Alice, in an off campus apartment, our other friend Bella use to live with us but she now lives with her high school sweet heart, Edward. I never told them about Royce, I saw no point it wouldn't change what happened, also I didn't want it to change the way they saw me. To them I'm not the 14 year old who got raped at the park; I was Rose, a quiet small town girl, just making her way through college.

When I started College I reinvented myself, I cut off me elbow length blonde hair to just below my shoulders. Instead of wearing clothes that showed off my slender figure I covered every inch of skin that wasn't my face or neck, dressing in jeans and jumpers two sizes two big. Alice says I'm never going to find a man if I don't show off what god gave me. What I didn't want a man? It was God's gift what got in me to this emotional mess. I'm also a lot more socially awkward then I once was, I find it hard to trust people or even talk to them. You would think it would only be men I had troubles with its not. I find it hard to talk to anyone, over the years people at college have given up trying to talk to me, as they only get a deer in the head lights back. Along with some stammering. The only reason I was able to make friends with someone as outgoing as Alice is that she was dorm roommate freshman year, she knew Bella before hand, Bella was nice, quieter then Alice so she was easy to get along with, Well Edward sort of came as part of a package deal with Bella. He's a nice guy; you can see how much he loves Bella in the way he looks at her. I wonder what it is like to be loved like that . . .?

Since starting for college I've seen my parents twice, the Christmas and summer of my freshman year. It was too hard to go back after that, each day felt like my first day out of hospital. Pictures of me with smiles that aren't forced, wearing outfits that make me want to scream, filled this house. It didn't feel like home anymore. Jasper came home that winter break too; he spent most of his time in his room, and made limited conversation at meal times. He didn't make it back for summer; he never gave a real reason why. I knew he wouldn't come back again so I decided that I wasn't going back after this summer either, I just couldn't be there without him again. So now I spend holidays with Alice, Bella and Edward, their families never do the whole holiday thing anyway so we had our own. It's not that I don't talk to my parents or Jasper; I email Jasper every few months, telling him what I've been up to and about what ever crazy shit Alice has been doing. He replies with stories from college, about him and his friend Emmet, Jasper now lives in New York attending Cornell University, majoring in philosophy. I email my parent too, less often then I email Jasper, just telling them that I'm fine, they send a similar reply back.

If you'd seen the Hale family seven years before now you wouldn't believe it was the same four people in front of you. Maybe I wasn't the only one Royce King broke that night.

Okay end of the first chapter what did you think? Please let me know :)

What do you and your family do over the holiday period ?