A/N - (I don't own twilight in any way. All credit goes to Stephanie Meyers)

My Terrible secret.

He loves me. He actually loves me. For the first time I know what love feels like. He calls my "His angel." If only he knew. I'm no angel. I'm fallen. Destroyed. Ruined. How can someone so loving as him love someone as spoiled as me? I see the glimmer of hope in his eyes. The hope that someone like, me will except someone like him. How could I not? He's everything I need. My other half. Without him I am nothing. Just being around him, his scent, it calms me.

I'm not good for him. I will never be good for him. The shallow naive woman who took – still takes – everything for granted. I can't ruin his eternity for me. That selfish woman. He needs someone better.

How can I tell him? That he can't have me. That he never will. What would his reaction be if he knew? Would he reject me? The girl who's already been had. "Angel." I can't help but laugh. I'm the blackest of pure.

How can I explain why I don't - can't - trust him? It would break his heart.

Can I explain to him how I lost my dignity in the most degrading way possible? How I was raped and left to die by the most important person in the world. My Fiancé. The one person I was supposed to be able to trust. He did this and now, now I can't trust anyone. Not even Him. If he discovered my terrible secret, he'll leave. He won't want someone used. A broken soul. I'm beyond repair.

Then what happens if he accepts me? How can I start to trust him enough to love him properly. The slightest touch, I flinch away. I see his eyes and I feel his pain. You can see the questions he doesn't voice. "What am I doing wrong? Do I hurt her? Is she scared of me?" I see his hurting and I can't do anything to stop it. Worthless. Royce was right. I am worthless. No one deserves a hand-me-down. Not Him anyway. He's too special. Too precious.

I love him. With all my heart. I would give my life to him. I would die for him. Never in my whole entire life have I needed someone - something - so badly. Never in this life have I ever felt this happy. He's the light of my life. He's chasing the shadows away. The memories that haunt me. They're getting easier because of Him.

I, Rosalie Lillian Hale has finally found what my life was missing. It wasn't pretty dresses or money. It was something much more obvious. Love. It was Emmett.

A/NWhen Rosalie is referring to Him, she's talking about Emmett. (If you have time please write a review or Critique. Thanks )