This is the first chapter of "Of Broken Hearts and New Beginnings" It's rated M for Language and sexual situations that'll come up in the future
This is the first chapter of "Of Broken Hearts and New Beginnings" It's rated M for Language and sexual situations that'll come up in the future. I just want to be safe. Please read and review, tell me what you think. Good or Bad I want to hear it.
This Story will mostly be from Rosalie's point of view but at times will go into others points, such as Emmett's and Bella's.
Rosalie's POV-
Chapter 1 - Twenty-Four Hours
5:15 pm
I am Rosalie Hale and twenty-four hours ago my life ended. Not literally but it might as well have. Twenty-four hours ago I walked into my beautiful Manhattan apartment to find my fiancé going at it with some chick in MY BED! Ugh I'm going to have to burn those sheets. What did he think I was stupid? That I wouldn't figure it out eventually? Dumbass. She wasn't even pretty or a natural blonde and her boobs FAKE! Now I'm just gonna come out and say it. I'm gorgeous, like beyond that, I could give Aphrodite a run for her money and yet this idiot had the gall to cheat on me! I thought kicking him out butt naked along with his whore and then cutting the crotches out of all his pants and boxers would give some relief to my anger. It didn't. So here I am sitting at the island in my kitchen a permanent glare plastered on my face waiting for my two best friends to arrive from Washington to console me and keep me from killing ROYCE KING! Not only was my life practically over so was my dream wedding the one I spent the last year planning, yep oh and my apartment that's gone to. No way in hell I'm staying in this tainted mess. They've probably had sex on every surface of this place, eww the thought made me sick and the sight of them going at it like jack rabbits is fried into my brain for all eternity. I had no hope. Royce better be going into the witness protection program because that's the only thing at this point that'll save him and his balls from ending up on a pitch fork.
I took the hair band from my wrist to tie up my blonde locks. I hadn't spoken to anyone expect Alice and Bella, my best friends, almost sisters and my bridesmaids, now ex-bridesmaids. Oh and of course my wedding planner to tell her to cancel it all. I was sure my father would be calling any moment now to yell about why he had spent over a hundred thousand dollars on a wedding that was now no longer happening. But I didn't have time to think about his rant or anger, I had my own rant and anger to think about and a plan of revenge to start working on. My cell vibrated on the marble surface next to me lighting up at the incoming text message and making me roll my blue eyes in annoyance, already knowing what it was. But still I grabbed the red sidekick flipping open the screen.
Rose talk 2 me. I'm sorry. Please? U cant ignore me 4ever.
Ugh he was using symbols and numbers. I hated when people did that in texts. It's like hello there are letters for a reason! Of course Royce was too much of an idiot to realize that. Hah! He thought I couldn't ignore him forever! He didn't have a clue what I was capable of; he didn't know that he had unleashed the beast that was Rosalie Hale. By the end of the week he was going to wish he had never been born. He even had the nerve to tell me it wasn't what I thought, that it was just a misunderstanding. Yeah cause having sex with someone else is just a misunderstanding. It reminds me of that stupid Shaggy song about bangin on the bathroom floor. Royce was the type of guy that makes girls drool when they meet him and turns on the charm just so he can add another notch to his belt. Have I mentioned he's a King? Yeah well he is. His father owns all the real estate in New York that Donald Trump doesn't own along with some in Miami and of course Royce got a job in daddy's company and rose to the top like a good little rich boy, acting as if it was because of hard work. Please. Who was he fooling? He got to the top cause his dad owns it all, Royce couldn't even figure out tax on a cell phone calculator let alone sell real estate.
Why am I talking about him? I should be talking about me. Now I mentioned before I'm gorgeous, it's true. I can't walk into a room or down the street without being stared and gawked at as if I was an angel sent from heaven. I flipped a few strands of hair out of my face and exhaled a breath I had kept holding in for far too long. I was perfect. My life was perfect up until twenty-four hours ago. I grew up in Seattle Washington, my father Richard Hale owns the whole city, literally all the real estate there my father either owns or at one point owned. That's how I met Royce our fathers got into business together; But back to me. My mother is a former Miss California and the daughter of a famous Film Director. I have one brother, my twin Jasper who even though he looks like the male version of me is the polar opposite. He's quiet and doesn't talk much; he's emotional and usually makes everyone else feel the way he's feeling. He's been dating my best friend Alice Brandon since the 7th grade and I'm still quite shocked they didn't get marry as soon as they became legal. Alice is a small, petite girl who has enough energy for ten people, loves shopping and can literally tell you what you're thinking or gonna say before you even do. Then there's Bella who hates shopping, make overs, spending money and is a total klutz but I love her more than anything. She's engaged to Edward Cullen my best guy friend who's more like a brother since all we ever seem to do is fight about one thing or another. But alas they are all in Washington and I'm here in New York by myself. It's just a lovely situation, yeah and Clay Akin is straight.
I was stupid to move here. Sure there's great shopping and all but I moved here for a guy which I had promised myself when I was thirteen that I would never do. I broke that promise and where did I end up? Heartbroken, alone, pissed off, and possibly about to go on a murderous rampage. I'm Rosalie Freakin Hale I don't get my heartbroken; I break hearts. I don't ever feel alone, being pissed off only happens when some bitch insults me cause she wishes she was me and murdering anything but spiders was just out of this world. But I guess things change huh? Ugh where are Alice and Bella?! They should have been here already! As soon as that thought passed across my subconscious there was a knock at my door, a sigh of relief passed inaudibly through my lips. I jumped up and raced to the door throwing it open without hesitation to see my best friends standing there with sad sympathetic looks across their faces, and then it happened something I never ever expected I started crying! Hell must have frozen over.
Bella's POV-
It wasn't even twenty-four hours ago that I got the call. A screaming and pissed off Rosalie called me during my advanced English writers and what their meanings were class. I could hear her before I even put the cell up to my ear, everyone else in the class could and even my professor had stopped to see where it was coming from. Of course I gave a dorky embarrassed smile and excused myself not before almost falling down the steps but still. I knew something was wrong in an instant; Rose knew my class schedule and knew not to call during that time period. I could hear her heart shattering over the phone apparently she had just kicked a naked Royce and some girl out of her apartment and was now destroying his clothes. She wasn't crying of course that wasn't like Rose but she sure was screaming. I had to yell myself just to get her to quiet down a bit. I sat in the quad on a bench as she relayed the whole story to me. I knew Royce was bad news from the moment I met him, but if Rosalie was happy I was happy and her happiness was all that mattered but now she was a wreck. Being the reasonable practical and often calm one in the group I told her to take a breath and that Alice and I would be on the next flight to New York.
It would have been the next flight out which was two hours later but Alice had pack half her closet and of course plan a way to get back at Royce for what he did. She may be about 5 feet tall and look like a little pixie but you never wanted to mess with Alice, cause as much energy, hyperness and happiness she had stored in that small body of her she had an equal amount of rage and anger that could be unleashed at any point in time if she had a good reason. This was a good reason. So anyway we finally got onto a flight at nine that night, six hours after Rose called me. We had to stop in Phoenix then Chicago then Pittsburg and finally New York. It was one hell of an adventure and Alice was hyper the entire time.
I was just worried about my best friend. Rosalie was not the kind of girl to allow people to stomp around on her. Whatever Rosalie wanted she got. No one crossed her unless they wanted to pay for it. Challenging her was like putting a rabbit against a bear, oh and saying she couldn't do something because she was a woman would cost you a verbal beating and ball crushing by her. She was prom queen, most popular, and every guy in school wanted her, scratch that, every guy in existence wanted her, except for Edward. That would be freaky. She was happy and loved life but now she was hurt something that she never allowed to happen. Not to her or her friends.
Alice and I lugged her suitcases and my one over night bag towards the elevator and then down the grand hall to Rosalie's beautiful and expensive apartment. We were supposed to be here, in this exact spot one month from now in preparation for her wedding and now we were here because she was heartbroken and maybe she wouldn't admit it. But everyone who knew her knew that was the case. Royce was the only guy Rose ever loved and he had crushed her. Alice knocked, more slammed against the door as soon as we arrived and then the door opened and something I never thought I would witness happened. She started crying.
"Oh ROSE!" Alice cried out as she dropped everything pulling the tall blonde to her small frame. I had never seen Rosalie cry in all the years I had been friends with her especially over a guy and here she was, crying, sobbing, spilling her emotions out, and letting her guard down for the entire world to witness.
Rosalie cried into Alice's shoulder before I pulled them both to me in hopes to get them inside the apartment. They walked in and I pushed all the bags in through the door before slamming it behind me and running to my friend who was in dire need of help, sympathy, and a hug.
Rosalie's POV-
"Here sit down," Alice said placing me back on the chair I had been recently sitting in before they arrived. Wet hot salty tears streamed down my cheeks and I was sure I looked like crap but for the first time in my life I didn't care. "Rose, talk to us were here. Please?" I looked up seeing Bella with pleading eyes.
"I HATE ROYCE! That Son of a Bitch crossed the wrong blonde! ... Oh guys" I cried leaning my head down as tears kept on rolling from my eyes. "How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me? Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
"Nothing!" Alice chimed in. "Royce is a dick with no heart! He doesn't deserve a gem like you darling." Bella nodded in agreement before speaking. "Alice is right he is and he doesn't deserve someone as great as you. Just you wait in a week he'll realize what he's lost and know how big of a mistake he made." Bella was always the calm one and she was in this situation as well. They both rubbed my back in silence the only sounds were my heaving and sobs.
"Do you want to throw the ring out the window? It might make you feel better." Alice spoke with evil excitement in her voice almost jumping at the thought. She had obviously realized I wasn't wearing the 175,000 piece of jewelry.
I shook my head. "No cause then someone could find it and have it besides, I already chucked it into the garbage disposal." she smiled with the same evil glee clapping her hands. "Wonderful I couldn't have thought of a better way of disposing of the thing myself." I had to smile through my tears at her cheer in what I had done. Bella was also smiling. I knew the two could make me feel better, and just as quick as I had started crying I stopped. "Want to see it?" they both nodded happily. I ran into my room and brought out the mangled, broken, chopped up remains of my ring to show them.
"Way to go Rose!" Bella said as soon as she saw it, Alice was once again bouncing. I'm sure she couldn't go twenty minutes without doing that. "I think you should send it to him!" Again Alice spoke with excitement and vengeance in her voice.
"Good idea." I spoke wiping the few remaining tears from my eyes. The two of them quickly went back to the sadness they felt for me. Silence filled the air and I swallowed staring down at what was left of the ring in the palm of my hand. Once a symbol of love and everlasting happiness was now the worst thing in the world to me. Now a symbol of a shattered heart and broken promises. Looking up I stared at my apartment, all the memories I had here tainted and no longer happy. With another sigh from me that day I looked at both my friends and spoke. "Take me home."
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