Detailed summary & rating reasons: Rosalie doesn't believe in love, commitment or "the special one". However, a series of events lead to her hanging out with Emmett. Will Emmett convince Rosalie to change her beliefs-and give her the possible thought that he might be "the special one" for her? Or will one September night ruin everything...
Rated M for strong beliefs. the occasional lemon and abuse that will occur later in the story. (Not domestic violence)
A/N: Hey guys!
I decided to start another story to get some emotions out of the way. I wanted to do a Rosalie/Emmett story because there are too many Bella/Edward 's around. I'll explain why I wrote this at the end of the story…I'm not sure when it is.
But this time-I SWEAR I will finish it.
Anyway I wrote a short prologue which fits in somewhere towards the end…so here it is-ENJOY :
(Disclaimer: Steph Meyer owns Twilight. I own this plotline)
Rosalie POV
I fucked it all up.
I wish I listened to myself in the beginning. Why didn't I do that?
Oh right…because part of me wanted to go against my beliefs. And it took over.
I put my iPod into my speakers to let it play:
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
I sighed and a tear slowly dropped down my cheek as I stood up to look in the mirror and saw countless scars all over my face and body. The marks were red, thin, dry and showed signs of my personality to everybody who walked past me.
Do those people think: "Oh what a brave girl but I wonder how she got those scars? She's got a pretty face too doesn't she…"?
No fucking way. It's more like this:
"WOW! How weak is SHE to get that many scars? Can't put up a fight…"
I thought I was brave, but I guess I was wrong.
I hated to think of myself as weak-and I knew I never wanted to get pushed around again.
It all started-ugh Christ that's sounds too typical.
The chain of events leading up to this moment started in January of my senior year at Forks High School, meeting people I cherished and people I wished I never met at all.
I'm so sorry Phillip and Thomas…
I fucked it all up.
A/N: So what'd you guys think?
Continuing from the disclaimer: I own Phillip and Thomas. AND the lyrics used were "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day.
School will start in the next chapter so please give any suggestions on what subjects Rosalie should take and who she has them with. And also give a general review so I know how to make my stories better for you to read :)
Love
x
Annie