If you're wondering why this is called Beautiful, its because its based on Eminem's new song. Listen to it, its amazing.
Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, I do own my OC's.
3am
Alice sat on the edge of the bath tub, her heart thrumming fast in her chest, her small feet randomly dancing on the floor. Her eyes half opened in a wince, she looked down at the stick in her hands. Positive.Alice dropped the stick instantly, and sat in shock for a moment, staring at the water stained mirror in front of her. She had a pretty, pixie like face, with a spiky array of short black hair. Her eyes, which were pale grey with the subtlest hint of blue, were suddenly wide and alert, even though it was the early hours of the morning, and her pupils had dilated. She had believed she was pregnant for a while now, and had bought a test, hiding it from Rory. But when she had woke up just ten minutes previously to vomit, she knew that she could hold the moment off no longer.
Alice slowly stood up and took a deep breath. She opened the bathroom door and walked straight into the bedroom. It was only a small apartment, and Rory had promised her it was only temporary until his Grandfather's will came through. Rory was still asleep, right in the middle of the bed. His black hair was falling over his pale face, and his breathing was heavy. Alice carefully got back onto the bed, and nudged her husband. Rory grunted.
"Rory. Rory, please, wake up" Alice whispered hurriedly.
"Meh... no... no..." He mumbled.
"Rory!" Alice said, louder this time.
"What?" Rory slowly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. Alice wrinkled her nose, his breath stank of alcohol.
"Rory I'm pregnant" She said.
"What?!" Rory repeated, suddenly on his knees. Alice was shocked at the look of anger on his face.
"I found out. Just now..." She trailed off.
"You hoe!" Rory yelled, pushing Alice backwards so quickly that she didn't have time to stop herself falling onto the floor, "Who's is it? Who's?" Rory demanded, crouching over her.
"Yours! Its yours! Who's else would it be?" Alice cried, clutching her head. She had smacked it pretty hard on the table on her way down.
"Of... of course" Rory breathed in deeply, and then gripped Alice's elbows, pulling her back beside him, "I'm sorry baby. I was still half asleep" He said.
"Its okay" Alice mumbled, rubbing her head.
"You shouldn't have shocked me like that" Rory said.
"I'm sorry" Alice apologised.
Rory never had to apologise. But why should he? He was right, she had shocked him after all. They agreed to discuss the news in the morning, and Alice climbed back into bed. Rory wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her stomach. Alice felt bad, like she always did after these incidents. She always had to provoke him, didn't she? Maybe she deserved everything she got sometimes. She was thankful that Rory put up with her at all. She was lucky to have him.
4am
Jasper sat alone in his squalid living room, everything in pitch blackness. The dim light of a steetlamp outside glowed on the blank TV screen. Jasper stared at it, particularly at the large crack running down the screen. He had done that himself, during one of his paranoia attacks. He remembered it well.
Jasper paced the room, back and forth, back and forth, like a clock pendulem. He didn't know what he had taken this time. It was just something he had found lying around, something he'd been saving. Who gave a shit what it was anyway?
The TV was playing. Jasper looked at it. It was some sort of talk show. A bald guy was saying something on the screen, and then he laughed. The audience in front of him erupted into laughter, too. Jasper growled. Why were they laughing? Were they laughing at him?
"What're you laughing at? Whats so funny, huh?" Jasper addressed the TV screen.
They had stopped now, and Jasper relaxed, resuming his pacing. But then it started again, louder this time. Jasper put his hands on his head, breathing hard, his nostrils flaring in and out. He shook his head.
"You better stop it, man. You better stop it" He said, his voice cracking.
But they didn't stop. The guy even winked at him.
"Bastard!" Jasper yelled, "You bastard!" He ran forwards, and aimed a kick right at the TV screen.
The screen flashed white, and the laughing stopped. Something crackled and then everything was silent.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, you piece of shit" Jasper spat.
He sat down on the sofa, putting his head in his hands, and started to sob.
Jasper looked at his watch. It was 4:11am. He had better get going now if he wanted to make it. He stood up, took his hoodie from the back of the sofa, and slipped it on, pulling the hood up around his gaunt, pale face and shaggy honey coloured hair. The TV remote was on the arm, and he picked it up, pointing it at the TV, pushing the 'off' button. Nothing happened. Of course it didn't. Jasper laughed.
"You're cracking up, buddy. Fucking cracking up" He shook his head, tossed the remote down, and left.
5am
Emmett jerked awake.
"Nikki" He croaked into the mid-morning gloom.
He hadn't had a full nights sleep for three weeks now. Not since it had happened. He didn't think he could ever sleep peacefully again.
Emmett dragged himself out of bed and to the kitchen. He turned the faucet on, and made himself a glass of water. He grimaced as he gulped it down, the water here never did taste good. Emmett put the glass down onto the draining board, and turned to face the cork board next to the cupboard. There she was. Smiling, alive. The picture had been taken at a New Years Eve party. They looked so care free, their arms wrapped around each other. Emmett was gazing at her with adoration, she was beaming at him like she was the luckiest girl in the world.
He was going back to work today, but he didn't feel like it. Looking out at the pale grey sky, the moon slightly faded into the distance, all that sounded good right now to Emmett was getting back into bed. And never waking up.
He had one last glass of water before going to the bathroom for a shower. Nikki was here too. Her shampoo bottles still filled the cabinet, her make up still cluttered the shelf. In fact, there wasn't a room in the apartment that didn't still have a piece of Nikki inside it. Emmett just couldn't bear the thought of throwing everything away. The grief counsellor had told him that he would benefit from doing so, as it would be a step towards moving on. But Emmett didn't want to move on. He wasn't ready yet.
The water rippled down Emmett's muscles, reminding him that he hadn't been to the gym for a while. He decided he had better go after work.
Walking into work an hour later, the familiar smell of oil and sweat hit him. Jamie was sat inside the small office, his legs propped up on the only desk, a cup of coffee in his hands. He saw Emmett approach through the large window, and switched off his iPod. "Hey, Em. Glad to see you back" He said as Emmett walked through the door.
"I'm glad to be back" Emmett said, trying to sound sincere.
He caught sight of himself in the cracked mirror on the back of the door. His navy blue T-shirt was all creased, but in his own defence he hadn't worked out how to work the iron yet. His curls were crumpled and ruffled, and his eyes were red rimmed and baggy. His usual grinning face looked pale and pinched. He caught sight of Jamie looking pitying behind him.
"So" Emmett said quickly, turning around, "What jobs have we got today?" He asked.
"Oh. Right. Erm" Jamie stood up, "There's a nice little BMW out there with a conked out engine, if you want to start on that" He said, running his fingers through his blond hair.
"No problem" Emmett took his dirty overalls, that were always hanging from a peg next to the door, and stepped into them. Jamie was already wearing his, so they made their way to the garage.
Emmett stared at the car. It was exactly the same as the one that had collided into Nikki that night. Emmett saw a flash and heard a bang, followed by a scream. He felt himself wobble slightly.
"Em! Em, are you alright?" Jamie shouted.
Emmett clutched the work bench for support, "I'll be back in a minute" He said, dashing out. He wasn't ready for this.
6am
Rosalie opened her eyes. She wasn't in her own bed. The client was fast asleep behind her, and Rosalie pressed her lips to his forehead, leaving a scarlet lipstick mark, before getting up. The room was luxurious, she remembered marvelling at it the night before. The bed itself had a black iron bed frame, and a pale red silk bedspread. This guy was rich. Well, of course he was, he had paid for an all night job, after all.
Rosalie was naked. She padded over to the corner, where she had shed her clothes hours ago. She had wore her favourite underwear set; black lace with pink roses. Last night she had been wearing a very low cut black silk blouse, and a pair of tiny dark denim shorts. They wouldn't be suitable to leave in though, so she tossed them into her cream cashmere tote, along with the black stilettos she was still amazed she could walk in. Out of the bag came her 'normal' outfit; a pair of jeans, a plain white T-shirt splashed with some band name and picture, and her beloved Uggs.
After getting dressed, Rosalie made a quick search around the room for anything that might be forgotten. The client had been very concerned about his wife, who was away on a business trip, finding out about his rendezvous. The agency had sworn that secrecy was one of their specialities.
Rosalie lifted her bag up onto her shoulder, and left. The keys were on the hall table, and after letting herself out, Rosalie posted them back through the letter box. She could have done with a few more hours sleep, but it was crucial that the neighbours didn't see her leave.
This was her favourite time of the day. Everything was peaceful, and she was the only person walking the streets for a while. Her footsteps echoed on the pavement. When she started to hear voices and yells, she knew she had reached the train station. The noise gushed through her ears, quite a shock after so many minutes of silence. She made her way over to one of the vendors, ordering a bottle of orange juice and a plain bagel for her breakfast.
She sat down to eat at one of the benches, whilst she waited for the train that would take her to her parents house.
Her family had no idea about Rosalie's realjob. They thought she worked as a cat and dog groomer. Thankfully they all lived far away from Rosalie's town, so there was never any concern that they might find out that she didn't actually work at Purrfect Pooches.
Rosalie didn't usually visit her family, except for Birthdays and holidays, but her sister, Hannah, was getting maried. Apparrently Rosalie's particapation in the planning was vitally important. Privatley, Rosalie thought Hannah marrying Leo was a huge mistake. Leo had the largest ego Rosalie had ever seen. She was sure Hannah was marrying him for his good looks and money, since they had nothing in common. Another reason Rosalie hated Leo, was because every time he saw her he teased her about not having a boyfriend.
The train howled down the track, and Rosalie sighed, making a quick trip to deposit her litter before boarding.
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