A/N: Yep. Here we go again. I'm back, but not the same as before.

Before I start, let me just say I don't own Twilight or its characters. I'm just putting them through my version of a love story!

This is my first shot with the whole Emmett/Rosalie thing, so bear with me. Really, I think I'll enjoy writing about these two as much as Edward/Bella. If not more. Romantic angst is my kind of writing, and I only took me 6 stories to figure that out, right? But really, this story is full of mature content. Rated M for angst, violence, abuse, drug and alcohol use, lemons, and language. Read at your own risk.

Okay, if you're still with me, some of you may know that I'm currently working on another project, Those Three Words. I'm having a bit of writer's block on that story. Do not think I'm going to abandon or delete it. If I didn't have so much traffic on that story, I would've. But given that people seem to like it so far, I'll keep going. But for right now, I'm taking a little break. I may be back with another chapter for it Saturday.

You're probably wondering how I'm posting during the week, right? Well, I manage to find some time between studying and other things. So, here you go. Now that this incredibly long A/N is done…

I bring you my newest story.

It Comes With a Price

Pairing: Rosalie/Emmett

Rating: M

Angst/Romance

Full Summary: I had my entire life planned out. Go to school, get good grades, make it far in life. But when life deals you an unexpected hand, it can change you. Baggage is something nobody wants to deal with, but he looked past all of that. For me. But after years of trusting no one, can I finally trust him?

Chapter One - Don't Think

Just keep running. Just keep running and don't look back.

Lungs burning, legs aching, eyes stinging, I ran faster, trying to keep up.

Don't think, Rosalie. Just run. I only stopped when we rounded a corner. Surely, by now, we've gotten away. I leaned against the brick building and tried to catch my breath.

"Rosalie, what the fuck are you doing? Keep going, dumbass!" I looked up, glaring at Jane.

"We've ran nonstop for 12 blocks," I gasped, still flushed from sprinting. "I don't know why you even tagged us along for your dumb little robbery game."

"Fun isn't it?" she asked nonchalantly, her breathing quick and shallow. Her face was, like mine, sweaty and red. My gaze dropped to her left hand. She was holding two brand new shoes that she'd stolen from the shop downtown. In her other hand held the mask she was wearing when she stole them.

"You're going to get us arrested," I snapped when I regained my breath. She rolled her eyes, taking off her old, ratty Chucks and tossing them in the alleyway trashcan. She quickly put on her new shoes.

"You guys didn't even go in with me," she protested, throwing her hair up in a quick, messy ponytail. "You guys actually waited for me a block away so if anyone gets in trouble, it's me."

"It better be," I shot. "Why couldn't you just buy them?"

"And spend my hard-earned money?" she scoffed. "Whatever! Plus, it's funny when I see the cashier's face as I bolt from the store. And I never get caught. I've done this a hundred times."

"I wouldn't wear those right now," I said, eyeing her shoes warily. We all started walking back to Jane's place.

"Rosalie, lighten the fuck up!" Victoria moaned. "Live a little!" These assholes here were my so-called friends. They were there for me in my darkest hour…

I shook my head, clearing that thought before I even began to think. Don't think. Just do.

I sighed. "Let's just go. I'm tired, and I seriously need to shower."

After making it safely back to Jane's, (much to my relief) Jane, Victoria, Kate, and I all opted out doing anything but drinking. I was seriously stressed and needed some sort of buzz to clear my mind. I learned a long time ago that thinking was always a bad idea, and completely unnecessary.

But so unavoidable.

Jane always stashed some serious strong and good shit in her cabinets, but all I could find was straight vodka. Strong, but disgusting.

I drunk it anyway.

I was seriously drunk in less than 30 minutes. And we all crashed right in Jane's living room, a scattered, drunken mess.

Happiness is foreign to me. Remembering the last time I was happy (and that wasn't from the help of coke) is like looking through a muddy puddle. I remember, but it's hard. But I find the more I try to remember, the more miserable I feel.

Because I can't be happy again. There's no way.

Happy was when my mother and father weren't divorced. When they treated me like a princess.

Happy was when I was the best at everything: school, sports, and my favorite…dancing.

Happy was when my bear of an older brother Riley was still alive and with me.

My happiness ended when my parents divorced, and my dad moved away.

My happiness ended when I never heard from him again, except for the monthly child support checks.

My happiness ended when my mom remarried.

My happiness ended when he became brutal, and raped me…more than once.

My happiness ended when Riley tried to fight him because of that, but only ended up getting killed in the process.

My happiness ended when my grades slipped, my future shattered, I quit sports, and even dance.

My happiness ended when my mom became a bitter drunk who eventually committed suicide.

The only reason I knew my past was real is the absence of my mother, father, and brother. And the pain and nightmares.

My future was so bright; I was so close to getting everything I ever wanted. I got accepted to Juilliard my senior year for dance, and I thought I had it made.

I knew I was going somewhere. But my future abruptly changed. I never went to college…I never danced again. I don't even remember the last time I smiled…

An angry, bright light woke me from my reoccurring nightmare. I had a huge headache, and wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower, take some Tylenol, and go back to bed. After quietly walking past the scattered bodies across the floor, I grabbed my bag and ran.

Don't think. Just do.

It wasn't early morning, but it wasn't late, given the angle of the sun in the sky. My brain felt detached from my head, and it rattled as I ran, increasing the intense pain of my headache. I ignore it and kept running, surprised I was able to move. I was suffering from a huge hangover, but pain, just like happiness, was becoming foreign to me as well.

I was becoming nothing, just like my mother.

I kept my head down as I rounded the corners, not wanting anyone to notice me from last night or anything. I was an accomplice.

Do not think. Just run, dammit!

I increased my pain, crying out in a soft whimper from my headache. And that's when I hit a brick wall.

Of at least, it felt like a brick wall.

I gasped, my arms flailing backwards as I tried to steady myself. A pair of strong hands gripped the top of my arms, holding me still. I looked up and found that it wasn't a brick wall at all.

But it was close enough.

I gaped openly at this man: Low slung jeans and a tight fitting white tee…God, was he buff! Black, curly hair. But his face…oh God, his face!

He had the cutest blue eyes and dimples for fucks sake…!

"Watch where you're going, Blondie," he snapped, causing me to jump a little. His tone matched nothing of his looks.

"E-excuse me?" I asked, frowning.

"I said," he repeated in that same bitchy tone, "watch. Where you're going."

"Well, excuse me," I shot back. "Can you let me go?"

He slowly removed his hands from my arms, and I felt the blood rushing back through those veins again. I noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone. On his left, stood a blonde headed, blue eyed boy who wasn't as bad looking either. But his wrangler pants and cowboy boots immediately told me that he wasn't my type at all. On his right, stood a boy with the strangest reddish-brown hair with pretty green eyes. He was staring at me in confusion along with the blonde headed boy. His eyebrow was raised slightly. Beside him was a much shorter brown haired girl with brown eyes and extremely pale. I stared at her for a moment before realization struck me.

I knew this girl. I gasped a little and stepped back.

The curly haired, buff guy smirked at me. "Cat got your tongue?" My eyes snapped back to him, cold and relentless.

"Fuck off, asshole," I told him. Before taking off, I chanced another glance at the girl, who stared thoughtfully at me. I turned my head quickly and ran.

If I recognized her after all of these years, she surely recognized me.

"She looked oddly familiar…" I heard the girl say when I rounded the next corner. I squeezed my eyes shut and then snapped them back open, taking off again.

Don't think.

A/N: I'm going to be honest, and I'm definitely not bragging, but you don't know how much I enjoyed writing this! I loved it, and I hope you did too! Leave me a review and tell me how I did! Please leave some feedback on this one; I really want some! Good or bad, I'll be happy that you took the time to review! Thanks for taking the time to read these A/N's too! Haha!

So you know a little bit about Rosalie's past, but only a little. It gets better. To find out, all you gotta do is review… :)