Sorry it's took so long! But here's the second chap!
Still dedicated to twilightfanficgirl :]
Chapter Two:
'Come on, Rose.' Royce said as he leapt from the carriage, not bothering to help his fat-even-if-pregnant, wife.
Me.
So I struggled up from my seat, grabbing onto the expensive fabric and trying to hurry out of the carriage before I could lose sight of Royce.
But, too late.
It was cold out, and I was wearing my pale pink floaty dress, without gloves or a coat. And I was feeling sick.
I needed my dream man to be here with me, to hold my hand, to make me feel warm when he wraps his arms around me and shows me off to his friends.
But that's not Royce.
Royce was not my dream man. I had no idea who it was.
Royce wasn't the sort of husband to make me feel beautiful, even if my feet were fat and I was chowing down on some pork (even if I knew I was already beautiful).
He wasn't the sort of husband to soothe my tears when I was crying about being pregnant and the pain I would have to go through to pass this baby out of me; or how fat the baby made me.
He wasn't the sort of husband to kiss me lovingly after we had sex (we never 'made love') – hell, he didn't kiss me lovingly at all.
He wasn't the sort of husband to buy me pretty things because they would make me happy. He bought me things because it would shut me up and make me look more gorgeous (if possible) when he paraded me around town, 'proudly' showing off us and our baby.
He wasn't proud at all.
He wasn't the husband I had dreamt of.
But, I had dreamt of little pretty babies, with my golden hair and his big blues, us all playing together in our massive back garden, in our dream house, being one of the most beautiful, and most envied, families in all of Rochester.
That dream might still come true.
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'Rosalie! What took you so long?' Royce grabbed my arm, and I gasped as his fingers bit onto my skin.
'Sorry, our baby wasn't up to walking much today.' I said sarcastically. He didn't notice.
'Well, come on, my friends are over here.' Royce used his strength to drag me over to his sure-to-be-obnoxious friends, while I stumbled and tried to stop myself from toppling to the ground.
'There he is! And this must be the most beautiful woman on earth King was talking about!' A handsome looking man whom I've never met before, said, eyeing me up and down, and grabbing my hand to shake it enthusiastically.
'Sure is, John!' Royce wrapped his arms around me and tried to kiss me full on the mouth, but I pulled away. John and the others laughed at me, Royce joining in with them, but with unease and anger in his cackle.
'Bit of a prude, ain't she?' The one called John said, nodding his dark head while he smirked.
Royce sneered and made a point of patting my pregnant belly. 'Only in public, John.'
Again they laughed, only this time, the person laughing beside me was not my husband. It was a monster.
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'You completely EMBARRASSED me Rosalie!' Royce yelled as soon as we got home.
We had just had an awkward few hours, milling around the social venue and chatting with everyone that asked us how we were, what we were going to name the baby, when I was due…how beautiful I looked…
And an awkward ride home, because we hadn't been talking. No, we only gave the illusion of a happy husband and wife.
I sat in stony silence as the one who is supposed to love me forever, screamed at me, his spittle flying all over the place as he paced the room, throwing his arms in the air to aphasias his anger.
'How would you feel if, in front of a new friend, you went to kiss me to show how much in love we are, and I pulled away from you! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL! Because, Rosalie, that's EXACTLY how I was feeling today in front of John!'
I flinched as he got closer to me, still ranting and throwing his arms around.
'YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT! MY OWN WIFE WOULDN'T KISS ME!'
I cupped my stomach and rubbed soothing circles around the place where I could feel the heartbeat.
'I TOLD THEM YOU WERE AMAZING! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, ROSALIE? I THINK I WAS LYING! I LOVE YOU, BUT I HATE YOU!'
I wasn't even paying any attention to what he was saying anymore. I was staring blankly into space, talking to my baby in my head.
'ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!'
Out of no where, a fist whacked me into reality. I was flung to the side, my head recoiling and my body snapping to the direction of the punch. I flew from the Love Seat, landing in a heap on the floor.
'Royce what are you doing?!' I yelped, trying to shield my bump from the fountain of punches he was throwing at me.
he didn't answer, and continued to hit and kick me all over, while I curled up in a ball and started to cry.
Little baby, don't be scared, mama's going to make it safe.
A sudden kick had me spitting up blood and a punch had me howling in agony. Then he hit a main point – a vulnerable one.
My bump.
I could feel blood gushing between my legs, and I began to black out.
But just before I completely lost conscious, I heard my favourite maid, Veronica, yell: 'I'll call an ambulance, Mrs King!'
Any one notice I hate Royce? (: I may start a group on facebook…
'Royce Deserved Revenge.' Look it up (2moro, I'll make it 2moro) (:
Next chap up ASAP.
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