Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. I'm only playing with her characters.
AN: This story is part of The Return of Saturn Series—it can't be comprehended unless you've read the previous stories.
Be aware that this story deals with very sensitive matters that may be triggers to some of you.
The last we saw Emmett …
The Truth About Roses—Chapter 32:
Carefully sitting himself on Rosalie's bed, Emmett started to brush her long hair. The weekly ritual was completed by the whispered litany with which he filled the long hours he spent in her company.
"You are loved. You are wanted. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Among all the lies Emmett told himself throughout the years, perhaps the most perverse one was that spilling his seed equaled enjoying the acts that he participated in. As a means to preserve his sanity and his self-esteem, Emmett never admitted to being forced into situations that he was not comfortable with. Therefore, he convinced himself that he had enjoyed his uncle's fists as well as his uncle's penis. Later, he pretended that catering to his clientele's every whim wasn't denigrating and hurtful.
He held his head high and ignored the niggling voice of conscience whispering that he had deviated from all the values his mother had instilled in him. The dark need that had driven him to a life of prostitution was still stronger than anything, even the pull of familial love. The glint of desire and admiration in his multiple lovers' eyes fed his sense of worth—being coveted was his drug of choice. The financial aspect was an added bonus, for he had always aspired to the carefree life of those who decorated the pages of the magazines that filled generations of common people's heads with impossible dreams.
Having spent years basking in the dubious glory of being young, desirable and somewhat wealthy, he became a member of the select group of the rich and the famous. For the inhabitants of the glittering world of sensual pleasures there are no such things as consequences, no commonplace such as caution. The pursuit of carnal delights was their mantra and in that they lost themselves. However, such a suspended existence could never last.
Eventually, Emmett fell from grace.
And it opened his eyes.