A/N: This is an all human Rosalie-Emmett story, mostly Rose POV, using some character names and personalities but new locale and new story line. Hopefully it flows well. This is my first ever attempt at writing for Rose, and she's not an easy personality so I've changed her somewhat to match the story. DISCLAIMER: I have no rights to Twilight. Wish I could take credit for that but I can't.
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Introduction
There is a point in every girl's life when a choice must be made between what is comfortable and what is best. It's at that fork in the road where you know that if you bear right you'll see familiar landmarks, friendly faces that provide comfort and eventually it will lead you to the home you've always known. The other choice, that road to the left, is one that has just as many bumps as the other, but it's all new and foreign. It leads north to places you've never been. At first it sounds like a no-brainer of a decision, but then you realize that those familiar people at home? They will hug you but they'll never be able to wipe the pity from their eyes when they smile at you. Those landmarks that have always been part of your home? They will forever be a part of your history, including the part that you're trying to move past. These were the reasons Rose had every article of clothing she could fit into her convertible and was driving away from home. She was heading north.
Ch1:
Life was never meant to be dull, it was meant to be an adventure. Rosalie Hale used to know that. She carried that as if it was her personal mantra all through her youth. She partied as much as she could but still kept good grades and a good reputation among both her peers and her elders. She came from a great family who was always supportive. They were planning on her being successful and she had not let them down. She had dated a guy named Eric through high school and they both attended colleges that were fairly close to home but that were none the less prestigious for it.
After graduation Eric proposed to Rosalie and she of course said yes. She loved him and she knew that he was best for her. He placed a diamond on her finger that could have fed a small village in Africa for years. The engagement that followed was a brief one. Rose asked her best friend and a cousin to be bridesmaids. He asked two good friends to be groomsmen.
The wedding was on a lovely summer day and Rose looked gorgeous. She was dressed in a custom made vintage style gown that had just the right amount of lace and showed off just the right amount of curves. She smiled through happy tears as she became Mrs. Eric Michaels.
Married life wasn't hard for Rose at first. She loved their home and she was able to pursue her artwork while teaching part time at the community college nearby. Eric worked as a lawyer in a nearby city. He was well liked in his firm and they were invited to many social functions. It seemed that the more popular Eric grew within his social and work circles, the more critical he became of Rosalie.
There is no such thing as a perfect marriage and Rose rationalized that her marriage was no different than any other. Every husband wanted a wife who kept herself in good appearances. No man would want to see a few extra pounds gathering here or there. The intoxication was not surprising. How many times could a guy go out for a few drinks without eventually getting drunker than he expected to?
The jealousy was not something that Rose could have predicted though. At first it was a stranger whose glance lingered a bit too long. Then it became coworkers and friends, even mutual friends who they had both known their whole lives. It became evident that while Eric was very good at leaving Rosalie home for long periods of time while he played lawyer in the city, he did not favor well to trusting her in their small town by herself. Looking back Rose scoffed at the idea that he thought anything would have been a secret for long. The neighbors talked too much about too little.
Then there was the night that an old friend was having a going away party and they were to attend. The guy had been a high school friend, a running back on the same football team that Eric had quarterbacked for. Rose had always been fond of him but nothing had ever gone on between them. Even that night the most she had said was good luck when she hugged him goodbye. It had just been enough for Eric to explode in anger and grab her by the arm to drag her out. Her friend had looked at her as if he was trying to decide whether to step in but she had shaken her head slightly and smiled calmly before slipping out.
They had driven home together but he had left to go back to the city, claiming that he had pressing business there that couldn't wait until Monday. Rose had wondered if when he returned home his clothes would miraculously smell of perfume again. She wasn't a rocket scientist but she had figured out his behavior long before it became public knowledge.
She ignored their dysfunction for two whole years and even though she hadn't confronted him on it, she barely felt a sting when he lied. It was simply part of her life and she hadn't ever thought of changing it.
On the night of their third anniversary he made reservations at their favorite restaurant. They sat in the back, making small talk about the menu. After the waiter took their order he made the mistake of brushing his hand against Rose's while reaching for her water glass to refill it. It really was nothing significant but it was enough to catch Eric's eye. When she begged him not to confront the waiter about it, his anger turned on her instead.
It had turned ugly, ending in yelling and finally they were asked to leave the restaurant. They drove home in silence, thick disgusting thoughts filling the air between them. The car came to a screeching halt in front of their house and he told her to get out, mumbling something about needing to go to the office. She didn't protest. It wouldn't have done any good. His car was out of sight before she had even unlocked the door.
Three years of wedded bliss, she had sarcastically thought.
Her phone had woken her with a start at around 4:15 in the morning. Her mind hadn't even grasped the reality of it all at first. It was bad news they had said. A car accident, Eric was driving. He appeared to be intoxicated. He was dead when the police had arrived on the scene. His passenger survived.
His passenger. Rose met her at the hospital when she went to identify the body. Her name was Shelly and she had been a paralegal at the firm. They had been out to dinner and had been headed back to her apartment when the car struck a tree. Shelly was a wreck with broken ribs, a concussion and a dead boyfriend. They ended up holding hands and Rosalie found herself thankful that if she had to meet the other woman at least she didn't feel anger towards her.
The grief was hard. She had cried more tears than she had ever imagined she could cry. She didn't remember much of the funeral or the days that followed. It all seemed a blur. When she came out of her cloud of grief she realized that she was mourning the person that Eric had been during their youth. The boy she fell in love with was the one she missed. The young man that had been her best friend was the one she mourned. The husband that he had grown into was one that she wouldn't miss.
She couldn't explain her feelings to her family and definitely not to his. They knew of the scandal and they covered it up properly. She remembered the look of disdain they had given her when she insisted that Shelly sit by her side at the funeral. She justified it by saying that Shelly had been worth it to Eric to risk his marriage, she should be worth inviting to the funeral.
A few months after the accident Rose looked around and all she saw was a life that represented everything that made her unhappy. It was time to make a change. It was time to leave.
A/N: Second chapter to come soon!
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