Summary: Rosalie has no trust in men - she shies away from them. It also doesn't help that she's beautiful, because men just happen to be drawn to her. Emmett McCarty wants to prove to her that he isn't another one of those men... he's different, and he's going to do whatever it takes for her to trust him.

This has all been re-written.

Rosalie's POV

I was fourteen when it first happened. When somebody put there hands on me when I did not say they could. The first time has to of been the worst, I was so young, I was just a child! However, I have vowed never to let myself get into that situation again.

I was walking through the mall, it was two days before Christmas and my friends and I decided to do the whole "Secret Santa" thing between us. I walked into a book shop, hoping to get something for my Secret Santa person Bella, she was always the quite, shy one, but she was also the one we went to if we had a really big problem on our hands.

I walked in and was browsing in the teen section when a tall, dark haired man walked up behind me. I glanced around, and then up at the dark haired stranger. He leered down at me, his teeth bright yellow, his hair shiny with grease and mattered together.

"Hello there sweetheart, where are your friends huh"?

I mumbled something and took a few steps down the aisle desperately trying to find an excuse to leave. I knew I was a beautiful girl, I had been told so many times before. I wasn't vain about it, it was just a fact, like the sky being blue or the grass bing green. My legs were long and tanned, my skin pale white and clear as a summers day. My eyes were a startling blue framed by long lashes that brushed along my cheek when I blinked.

Golden curls ran perfectly down my back to about half way. It had natural highlights ranging from a darker blond to an almost white.

Some girls where jealous, some girls were just amazed, boys didn't really care at that stage, they just thought I was pretty and moved on, it was men that pushed it too far.

I walked a few more paces away from the strange man, my breath rising in panic inside my chest.

"Aw don't be like that sugar, I just wanted to talk to you." He walked forward his gaze did not move from my chest.

I had hit puberty early so I was often mistaken for being older than I looked. I may not have been the smartest girl in school but I could always say I was the prettiest and I loved it, now I was not so sure it was a good thing.

I turned around and began walking down the aisle as fast as I could, behind me I heard the man mumble something about how he liked what he saw from the back too.

That did it for me forgetting Bella's book I had picked out I gapped it to the exit of the bookstore and ran into the next closet shop there was, the man did not follow me. I walked around for another hour or so to make sure he had left before I left the mall.

I called my mum to let her know I was on my way home and hung up.I was surprise when I walked out, I didn't realize how long I had spent in the mall. It was now dark outside and starting to rain.

I hurried down the street pulling my black form-fitting coat tighter around me, cursing the fact that when I left this morning I had decided to put on my low healed, knee high boots. I felt water seep in through the soles and quickened my pace.

The wind began to pick up and my hair, glowing golden in the setting sun was blown across my face. I couldn't see, I stumbled against the uneven surface of the footpath and fell to my knees.

Suddenly I felt a hand firmly grasp the top of my arm and pull me upwards. I stumbled again trying to get my balance, and swiping the hair from my eyes. I looked up to see who was holding me so tight and felt my heart tighten in my chest. There he was again, the creepy man from the bookstore now held my arm in a vice like grip.

"Hello darling, fancy meeting you here."

"I'm ok now," I said bluntly trying to free my arm. He held it tighter and I could feel my fingertips throbbing from blood loss. I struggled to free myself but felt his finger dig into my fleash, peircing the skin and begin to draw blood.

"Oh no, it's much too nasty out here for you to walk, why don't you hop in my car and I'll drive you home?" His lips turned up at the edges into a menacing smile, as he tried to drag me towards a dark blue sedan that had the passenger door open and the engine running.

"No I'm fine thank you my house is just up the road, I can walk." I tried to pull away again but he just yanked me forcefully, to my knees beffore jerking me upwards again.

"I asked nicely now I'm going to tell you". Anger edged his words and his eyes turned dark.

"Get in the fucking car now, you stupid bitch!" He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the cheek.

Shock corsed through my body. I stood there to stunned to do anything but gap open mouthed at him.

He grabbed my other arm and pulled me along the footpath, throwing me into the awaiting car.

He punched me in the side of my head and I felt the world spin around me. I heard the driver's side door open and close with a slam then the sound of the car locks. I fought through the murkiness that evaded my vision and tried to get my eyes to focus on my surroundings.

When my head finally cleared, I stared around in panic. I must have passed out because nothing seemed familiar to me. I stared at the blank wall of green that had began rushing past me. I moved my head and pain shot across my temple. I moaned out load.

"Ah you're awake"

I turned my head slowly and stared at the stranger; his uneven, yellow teeth seemed to glow in the moonlight, making him seem even more frightening. I hadn't noticed it before but in the close confines of the car his smell was overpowering, I have never been able to describe it, it was sort of a mixture of rotting meat and mouldy bread. I fought back the urge to gag.

"Now sweetie were gonna have some fun". The edge to his voice terrified me to know end.

He turned down a secluded road amongst the trees. He turned into a picnic area and got out of the car. I dug into my pockets, franticly searching for my cell phone. I scrambled through my pockets, panicking, I had it when I called mum then I put it back into my pocket and closed the zipper so where was it?

My door swung open and there he stood, with a sinking feeling I realized he was holding my cell phone.

"Looking for something?"

He turned from the car and threw my cell phone towards some bushes where it landed about thirty feet away. The stranger then yanked on my arm pulling me out of the car and onto the hard, wet ground. I landed on my back, winding me. He took a step closer, drew back his foot and kicked me in the ribs. My scream mingled with the crack of my rib.

"Shut up!" he commanded. I shut my mouth trying to endure the pain ripping through my side. I lay there staring up at him, his eyes full of lust and.....excitment?

"Don't look at me!" he spat. He walked around behind the car; I heard the door open and he started searching for something. As silently as I could I climbed to my feet and tried to run away. I slipped and he looked up and saw me. Instantly he was running towards me, I tried to push my legs to go faster but my muscles screamed in protest, my ribs ached and my head spun, I stumbled and fell onto the ground, I crawled, scrambling to get to my feet but the mud was slippery and I fell.

I felt him grab my legs dragging me backwards, my fingers gouging into the dirt. He flipped me onto my back and straddled my legs, pinning me to the ground.

"Don't you EVER fucking try to run away again have you got that?" He slapped my already bruised face and I tasted blood in my mouth. He leaned down and started to kiss me, on the mouth, my cheek, and then along my neck, I twisted my face away from his trying to rid myself of his touch.

When he got to where my coat met my collarbone he began to slowly undo my jacket, I tried to push him off, scratching him along one cheek he swore then slapped me again,

"Come on baby, play nice".

My skin crawled and I tried to scream, he covered my mouth with his, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, he still continued to undo my clothes, faster than before. He unzipped my boots with one hand while holding both of my hands in the other, he slowly pulled my jeans off, and then slipped my underwear off. I began to crying, screaming against his hand to stop as he began to screw me. I screamed so loud it felt like glass slicing open my throat, he carried on for what felt like hours, finally he shuddered then collapsed on top of me panting and sweating.

Eventually he got up, pulled his clothes on, sized my face between his hands roughly and thanked me "for the good time" before assaulting my lips with his and throwing me back onto the ground.

I lay there until I heard his car start and heard him drive off. I curled up into a ball naked and alone, sobbing my heart out.

Once I had regained control over my emotions I sat up and begun hunting for my clothes, I pulled them on as fast as I could and then begun hunting for my boots,scanning the forest floor something shiny caught me eye, thinking it was the zipper on one of my boots I hobbled over to it.

I let out a gasp of surprise, it was my cell phone. I picked it up wiping the dirt of it, I turned it over and saw that the battery had come out. I jumped to my knee's and began searching threw the foliage for it, after about ten minutes I found it and put it back into my cell phone base

It felt like forever for it to turn on. I had 7 missed calls and 13 unread text messages. I called my mum, she answered on the first ring.

"Rose honey where are you? Are you ok, Rose? Rose?"

"Mum" I sobbed

"Mum" I sobbed again before breaking down. I could hear my mum yelling in the background so I placed the phone to my ear and heard the last of what she said.`

"…..joke it's not funny!"

"Mum he took me, I couldn't get away, I don't know where I am I'm so scared."

There was an audible gasp and I heard mum say

"Don't worry honey, the police are tracking your phone, just stay on the line their way".