Strong

Chapter 1~hospital

My name is Rosalie Cullen, a fierce women's rights activist, full of spunk, and I don't care what people think of me. I have a good sense of humor, friends, and strength.

But one night, everything changed.

Green. All I could see was green, awful, ugly hospital green. My eyes wandered. I was on a white and gray bed, and the walls were covered with mechanical devices. This wasn't my room. I tried to lift my head, but this sent a shooting pain through my temple. Man, did I get drunk at Vera's party last night? I never get drunk…

My eyes stopped wandering the room, and my breathing hitched. Last night… was that…

That's when I realized I was in the hospital, and why.

The party… I walked home by myself… My boyfriend, Royce, and his friends, in the street… Drunk…

It all came rushing back. At that exact moment, a doctor ran into the room. It was my father, . I wanted to cry, seeing my dad running to me. But Rosalie Cullen doesn't cry.

Except with her dad. I believe I was entitled to cry at this point.

He came to my side as tears spilled out from my eyes and ran down my cheeks.

"Baby, Rosy, you're okay sweetie, you're at the hospital, you are going to be okay… The doctors fixed you up, you can go home soon."

I thought this over, my thoughts ran back to last night, and more tears ran down my cheeks. I tried to sit up, but he came to me. He hugged me tight, and pulled me from my hospital bed onto his lap, like I was four. He didn't say anything, just stroked my hair and hugged me as I cried.

I knew nothing would be the same again.

After a few hours, and the other docters cleared it, my brother and sister were allowed in to see me. My brother looked one thing: livid. Not with me, though. That I knew. He was angry with the bastard who did this to me. He didn't speak, just hugged me. I looked at him.

"Edward, don't say it."

He tried to clench his teeth to keep from answering, but he finally spit out, "I don't have to, Rose. What that ba-"

He was interupted by my sister, petite, bubbly but mighty Alice, as she ran into the room and hugged me. Tears were running down her face, and I made no attempt to stop my own from running down my face as we held each other, just crying. Edward left the room, his face still contorted with rage. I would have to ask my dad to talk him out of doing anything rash.

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That night, in that stupid hospital bed, the memory came back to me in a nightmare.

I was at Vera's party, and it was 2 AM.

"Rose, where you going?" Vera came up to me as I got my coat on. I had to head home.

"Vera, I have to go home, I got a full day tommorow. I'm running the women's bathroom donation table, and if I fall asleep then-"

"C'mon, you can't stay a little longer?"

"No, sorry Vera."

"It's no big deal. Hey, you want me to walk you home?"

"It's not far, I'll be fine."

"Rose, I'll call you a ride."

"Vera!" I grabbed her hand as she reached for her phone, and gave her a reasuring smile. "I'm fine. I go for a run every morning, I'll jog home."

"Okay…" Vera didn't look happy, but she hugged me and told me good luck at the fundraiser tommorow. I had organized some fundraisers to build women's only washrooms in India. Some women get hygiene and health problems because they are afraid to use washrooms that let men in as well as women. Nobody even knows that this problem exists, and I plan on-

My thought stopped as I heard some sounds up ahead on the street. A relieved smile came across my face as I saw who it was.

"Hey baby!" Royce called out, but his voice sounded… wrong. He came to me, and kissed me clumsily on the lips. I could taste the alchol in his kiss, and tons of it.

"You're drunk!" I said angrily. He never got drunk. He always acted like alchol and normal teenage things were beneath him, and I followed his example. Royce King didn't drink.

He only squeezed me tighter with his arm, which would have been kind under normal circumstances, but I was starting to get a bit uncomfertable. I tried to disentangle myself, but he just pulled me closer and brought me over to his friends, who were laughing boisterously and talking drunkenly. They were just as wasted as he was.

"Isn't she a babe?" He said to his friends, before squeezing me so hard it hurt.

"Total hottie." One of his friends said. I elbowed Royce in the ribs, and he let go of me.

I started to walk away. "I'll see you tommorow." I said, extremely miffed. "Sober."

One of his friends, the creepy one who called me a hottie, grabbed my elbow and pulled me back to his little group of friends. "Where you going sweet heart?" He said drunkenly, and pulled me back into their group with a sleazy smile.

"She is a beauty, but it's hard to fully appreciate it with all those clothes on." One of his other frends said. I punched him in the nose. Jerk. But he smiled at me again, barely fazed by his now bleeding nose. "That's no way to act, honey." He purred, before starting to drag off my coat.

I was scared now. My eyebrows narrowed, my beautiful lips forming a snarl. "Watch me." I punched him again, and kneed him in the crotch. I didn't know anything about self defense, but I knew where to aim when you want to get a guy a bit distracted. His friends came to his defense after that.

Bu they came to his defense in a different way then I had expected.

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I woke up screaming, my sheets clinging to me from the sweat. Even after I was awake, more memories came to me, and I just kept on screaming. I remebered. Everything. I started to cry, and moments later my father, who was in the room with me, awoke from all my terrified screams. He didn't look surprised. He just held me in his arms as I sobbed frantically. When I calmed myself down, I said, "Don't sugar coat it Dad. How long will this last?"

He sighed as he rocked me back and forth. "I don't know Rosy. I don't know."