Chapter 2

Rosalie P.O.V

So my first day at Forks High School went okay. Emmett was, as I thought, not that bad. His friends were complete idiots though, I sat with them in English, I swear I left there dumber than I entered. They were really funny, especially Emmett, and they all managed to make me smile and laugh until my chest hurt and I couldn't breathe. I enjoyed it. I felt free, I felt like a normal teenager. Jasper had sat with us at lunch. He seemed pretty into that girl Alice, who seemed lovely but as crazy as Emmett. I was introduced to Emmett's brother, Edward and his girlfriend Bella. She was really quiet, seemed to blush at everything and needed to get a new wardrobe desperately. I noticed that Alice and Jasper were holding hands, I wondered if something could already be going on, I mean it was our first day after all! Emmett had draped his arm over my shoulder when we were eating, I tried to ignore it, because I felt a little uncomfortable. I wasn't very confident around men, a little wary. But for that there was good reason, and I knew that Emmett wouldn't hurt me. I came out of my reverie to see Jasper slowly approaching the car,

"Jasper, where have you been?" I shouted at him as he arrived at the car, I tapped my foot impatiently on the ground,

"Sorry Rose, I was handing my forms into the office." he said

"Hurry up Jasper! We have to find somewhere for us to buy him more beer!" I said hysterically, shaking,

"Sorry, come on we'll go now." he said calmly. he opened the car door and jumped inside. Turning the engine on,

"Where will we go?" I asked. I hadn't thought about buying beer for him. It usually wasn't a problem we went to dodgy places and showed our fake IDs, but now we were in such a small town it would be difficult,

"I saw a dodgy looking place in town. Have you got you ID with you?" he asked driving fast,

"Fuck!" I said, raking around my bag franticly, "I left it at home! What will we do we can't go home, he'll be mad!" I was in tears now,

"Calm down Rose! I have mine. Its fine, I will get the beer." I nodded, calming down slightly,

"Don't get glass bottles Jazz, he makes a mess."

"I won't. I will be right back, sit in the car." he said parking and getting out of the car. He closed his door and locked me inside. I nodded at him and he ran into the shop. He was only in about 5 minutes before he came running back to the car. I was glad he was back, there were two old men staring at me from their car, practically drooling.


He opened the door quietly and ushered me inside. He closed the door silently and locked it behind him. I ran into the kitchen and he followed me, putting the beer inside the fridge,

"Jasper, Rosalie! Get in here NOW." I heard him scream. I began shaking and Jasper gave me a quick hug, grabbed my hand and we ran into the living room. He was sitting on the couch watching TV,

"Yes Matthew?" Jasper asked him quietly, he turned around to face us,

"Where have you two been? School finished 15 minutes ago! I am starving!" He glared a me. Japer stood slightly in front of me,

"Sorry Matthew, it's my fault. I didn't buy enough beer yesterday and I had to go and get some more. Rose came in my car today so I had to take her with me." Jasper said firmly. I squeezed his hand,

"Sorry daddy, I sh-should h-h-have d-driven myself." I stammered,

"Sorry? Oh you will be sorry young lady!" He shouted, jumping up from his seat and grabbing me roughly, I screamed in pain,

"Don't Matthew! It was MY FAULT." Jasper stated, he glared at him and Jasper stared at him for a few seconds, all the while pressing harder on my bruised arm. I wanted Jasper to stop it, he would get hurt,

"Rosalie, go and make my dinner. Your brother and I have some things we need to settle." He said not looking away from Jasper,

"B-b-but..." I whispered,

"Go Rose!" Jasper shouted at me. I ran into the kitchen and closed the door. I started crying. I instantly felt guilty. I should have made him stop it, I should have controlled him or offered myself to Matthew. I shouldn't have let Jasper get hurt. I heard Jasper cry out in pain and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wiped away the tears, self pity was disgusting, It wasn't long before Jasper came running into the kitchen,

"Jasper, are you okay? I am so sorry. You should have let me take the blame!" I realised I was full on sobbing. Jasper gave me a light hug, letting me cry into his shoulder. After a few minutes I pulled back, wiping my eyes,

"Okay, let's get these cuts cleaned up. Take off your shirt." I instructed him. he obeyed, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall to the ground. I gasped, horrified,

"Jazz, it's awful!" I said, wiping the various cuts with antiseptic wipes. he winced as I did so,

"It's okay. I have had worse. I am glad it wasn't you." he tried to reassure me, I could see right through his lie,

"Jazz, I wish you would have let it be me." I sighed,

"No. Rosalie I have to protect you." a tear escaped from his eye,

"I don't know why you think that. It hurts me to let you get hurt." he didn't argue, simply hugged me again,

"Jasper, go and put a clean shirt on. Dinner will be ready soon." he nodded and ran upstairs to his bedroom. Whilst he was changing I finished dinner and when he came back down he helped me serve dinner, giving Matthew his plate of food and a beer. I sat on the couch, eating my dinner. I chewed methodically, maybe I was getting OCD, chewing precisely 33 times before swallowing. I could feel someone staring at me, I knew it wasn't Jasper. I tried to ignore it, but my mind took over. I knew he was most likely planning something for tonight. I shivered. After dinner Jasper washed the dishes and I dried. Jasper kept looking at me, a knowing look in his eyes. I ignored him, not wanting to think about it.


By ten o'clock Matthew had already had 16 beers and was completely drunk. It made me uneasy knowing this, knowing he would come and hurt one of us. I sat in Jasper's room with him, I think he was hoping that me being in the room with him would put Matthew off hurting me, but he was wrong. Nothing would stop that man,

"So Rose, you like Emmett?" he asked innocently, I blushed, crimson red,

"Emmett is nice…once you get to know him a little." I said shrugging,

"I guess you know him pretty well then." I blushed again,

"What about you and that little girl?" I asked him, laughing,

"Alice." he said softly, "I like Alice, she's sweet." he smiled at her name. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it,

"You deserve happiness Jazz. I think she will make you happy." I smiled warmly at him, he nodded,

"I think Emmett will make you happy." he chuckled, I joined in with him. It felt so natural to laugh, kind of like breathing. We didn't laugh a lot these days.. Suddenly the bedroom door was thrown open,

"Rosalie. Get into your room, now." Matthew slurred. I looked at him frantic and fearful now. I knew what this meant.

"Jasper and I were just going to do our homework…" I lied, trying to save myself. I knew deep down that it wouldn't 't work. Matthew huffed impatiently. He stormed into the room and grabbed me roughly. Jasper stood up to protest but I shot him a look,

"Just stay in your room Jazz." I whispered pleadingly. he could do nothing to help her. He nodded and sat back down, I knew he was hurt, annoyed. He couldn't stop this, no one could. Matthew (he was no father of mine, only to his face) dragged me into my bedroom. He flung me onto the bed and proceeded to hurt me. I don't like to think about what he does, I prefer to block it out. All I can ever remember is the sound of my piercing screams of pain reverberating around the house. About an hour later it was all over. He left the room, slamming to door shut and going downstairs. It was silent for a few minutes. I cried for a few minutes, then pulled myself together. Ignoring my body's protests, I ran into the shower. To wash away any trace of him on my body. After the shower I got dressed and went to see Jazz, he would make me feel better. Help me forget.

"Come in." he whispered. I opened and closed the door silently, shuffling along and climbing into bed with him. So warm and safe, I began to sob again. Jasper pulled me into his chest; I shivered involuntarily at his touch,

"Shh." he said gently, "He can't hurt you know." I whimpered, remembering flashes, and clung to him tightly,

"It hurts Jasper, so bad." I whispered into his chest. he sighed,

"I am so sorry Rose, so sorry. Do you need to go to the ER or something?" I could tell he was worried. He didn't understand, I wasn't talking about my body. I was talking about my heart,

"No. I will be fine." I whispered,

"If you change you're mind, I will take you."

"Okay." I said, tightening my grip on him. My dad, my father, hit me. Raped me. Abused me. Everyday for a very long time. No one, not even Jasper, can ever save me. It's all my fault, I should have stopped my mum dying, I should have told her not to go with Jasper's dad. I knew he was bad. Because he hit me once. Abuse was kind of a part of my life, my childhood. For a while I knew nothing but abuse, I thought it was normal. It isn't. But who would ever be able to help me?


A/N: So after some very mixed reviews, here is chapter two! I hope that everyone likes the story, I understand it isn't technically a sequel. But a lot of people wanted it in Rose's POV, and I like writing it. So I won't stop. So what did you all think? I would just like to say I am going on holiday for a week today, so I won't be updating anything. This is kind of a little treat, because I should really be packing now! Please follow me on twitter! I update about my stories and answer any questions there. My profile is www{DOT}Twitter{DOT}com/KatKalamity. I have written a few one shots now. One about Emmett, one about Rosalie and I have one about Jasper in the pipeline! How exciting J So please review! Lot you all lots!

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