Lost myself finding you.
Emmett POV.
My love story isn't like the rest. I didn't meet my princess in her castle. I wasn't much of a prince, more as the frog.
My princess isn't like the rest... And in fact that's probably the reason I fell in love with her, like so...
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It was a late night home. I was on my way from a busy day at work at the office. Whilst driving I came across a dark shaded figure along the side road. I pulled up towards the figure and got out of my truck.
I walked slowly around and approached the figure carefully. It was lady... Long wavy blonde hair. Dark eye make-up. Ripped clothes. One cigarette in hand. And a bottle of whiskey in the other.
"Excuse me? I noticed you upon road side and wondered if I maybe could be of help to you..." I sounded stuck up and posh but I was determent to help her out the best I could.
She shook her head however taking a puff from her cigarette.
"Are you sure?" I asked walking over.
"So sure I'm practically deodorant." I smiled a bit at her little joke.
"Is there somewhere your headed to? I don't mind dropping you."
"To hell... Do you know the fasted root?" She looked up at me finally.
"About 2 miles that way... Or 10 minutes if you let me drive."
"Punk ass bitch!" Some random guy behind me slurred walking past.
"Keep walking!" She yelled flicking him a birdie.
"You're not even worth it. You know that!"
"You were hardly a joy... Pencil dick! Next time back up! You still have all my money!"
"Oh I'm keeping it! I'll spend it on a lady this time... Not a bitch." He smiled.
"What's he got on you?" I asked her as tears began to form in her eyes.
"Everything." She whispered looking down at the ground.
"He has everything over me. My phone. My money. My ID. And all I have now is fucking shoes!" She screamed throwing one of her converses at the drunken man.
"Why didn't you keep the money in a back account?" I asked logically. They were probably getting a divorce or something.
"My life depends on cheap change and men. I don't have time to be a part of a bank. I don't have any money to put into a bank." It hit me there and then- she was a prostitute.
"I'm so sorry." I mumbled to her.
"I have nothing left." She whispered.
"All of it gone. Taken away by him in seconds. Everything I worked for was in my wallet. And he has that. Along with my dignity."
"Listen if there's anything I can do..."
"I don't want anything from you. I'm better of on my own anyway." She turned to walk in the other direction to the guy.
"At least let me by you a drink.." I called after her. "My treat."
"I think I have probably has enough to drink tonight." She slurred staggering on.
"One drink won't make you any drunker nor any sober so.. You got nothing to lose." I tempted her.
"That sounds really nice." She smiled and came stumbling over to me.
She opened the passenger seat to my truck and got in.
I too followed and started the engine driving into town. I stopped by at a local cafe that was surprising still open.
We got seated at the back on a table to ourselves.
"When you offered me a drink.. I thought we were going clubbing." She started giggling away.
"I lied to make to come with me. I really don't think another drink is necessary for you."
"This is basically kidnapping."
"Your over 17.. It's not. Wait you are older than 17 right?" I asked slightly worried.
"Luckily for you yes... We didn't get off to the best of starts.." She sighed looking down into her lap.
"Hi I'm emmett Cullen. 23 years of age. Working full time in an office I hate, with people I hate, in a location I hate. I'm a workaholic so to speak. I have 4 brothers and one little sister. I have two dogs, kola and Molly. And my favourite colour is blue." I smiled putting my hand out for her to shake.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm starting again.."
"Oh okay. Hi I'm Rosalie hale. 21 years of age. Full time prostitute slash stripper. I'm incredibly desperate and needy. I have a brother but he lives a million miles away. My dad killed my mum when I was 10 years old... And I've been a runaway child ever since.."
"You didn't say your favourite colour!" I pointed out.
"Favourite colour? Like a grey."
"I'm really sorry..." I said referring to her family.
"You don't have to be sorry.."
"It must have been hard. You know as a kid growing up with no mum."
"It wasn't easy. Without her I sort of lost how to be a girl."
"What about your dad?" I asked truly fascinated.
"Prison. For life. And thank god. He deserves to be locked behind bars until he dies."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"The day he killed my mum. Before he did it, he told me he that he loved me. Then he killed her in front of my own eyes. I ran, fast as I could I ran. Police found me a few days later on. I was taken to court.. Used as a witness. My dad was proven guilty so me and my brother were spilt into foster homes."
"I can't imagine what that was like. How did you end up like this then?"
"From the fosters homes I ran. I completely ran away with no intention of going back. Hell is right here in earth. I had to defend for myself so I got recruited at some cheap ass local bar... Been like that ever since."
"You hate it?"
"It pays per night. That's nice. I get so often money every day. Which I wasted upon boos and fags."
"You gotta stop." I tried.
"I have nothing else to do with my life."
"Can I get you guys anything?" A waitress came over. Rosalie ordered a ton of food which she ate with no problems what so ever.
"Sorry you must think I'm a right pig or something..." She said stuffing her face.
"It's understandable, when's the last time you ate? Like I proper meal?"
"I don't remember.."
"That long ago!"
"Welcome to my reality. It fucking sucks."
"You seriously can't keep living this way!"
"I've done it for 10 years and I'll do it for 100 more."
We paid and headed out to the car park.
"Thanks for that... Emmett." She said walking along side me to my truck.
"Are you sure there's nothing more I can do for you?" I asked unlocking a getting in.
"Nah I'm good... I think I've got it from here. Thanks anyway."
"Where are you staying?" I asked.
"There's a shelter home down town. I'll try and crash out there maybe."
"What if there's no room?"
"I know this really comfy bench just outside the park."
"I can't let you do that!"
"I'm not your responsibility. I'm fine. Thanks for everything." She turned and strolled off.
"No wait Rosalie!." I fidgeted with my wallet before pulling out a 50 dollar bill.
"Take this and get a roof over your head for the night." I instructed holding out the money.
"I'm not taken your money. Don't be so stupid! You've done enough already so thank you..."
"Please... Do it for yourself."
"I can't just accept this. I'm sorry okay. I'm desperate but I'm not doing this to you.."
"I'm offering. And in fact I will feel really offended if you don't take it."
"I don't know you." She whispered.
"You don't have to. There's a cheap little motel down the road. Take the money and lodge in the night. Please."
"How will I pay you back?"
"It's a present with no returns." She took my money from my hand and thanked me.
"Look after yourself." I said as I drive off back home. A crazy night I most certainly wouldn't forget.
On the drive home part of me felt really attached to her. Something burned within me for her.
She was different... Rosalie hale was real. Maybe I was getting too carried away. I shouldn't be getting myself involved in shit like this with her. I barely even knew her... But still... There was something about her that made me hungry for more
