Not as long as the last chapter, but it a bit more serious. Hope you like it.
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Weeks passed and I soon forgot about that horrible trip to the hospital. I didn't really care what Edward Cullen thought anyway. Why should I?
I immersed myself in wedding plans; there was a lot to keep me busy.
I was going to a ball with Royce tonight which should be fun. I loved being part of the king family. It was so lovely having every door opened for you and I enjoyed the attention of being on Royce's arm quite a bit too.
I dressed in a stunning gold trimmed dress, with a black mink shrug slung loosely around my shoulders. The dress was cinched in above my hips, accentuating my 18 inch waist that was envied by all of my closest friends.
The night went slowly. There was much dancing, and the party got almost wild, with a few people drinking quite a lot.
I walked up to Royce with a two glasses of champagne in my hands. "Here darling", I said with I slight smile playing around my lips. He was so exceedingly handsome, with his pale blonde hair parted neatly, just the way I liked it.
"Oh hello Rose, Andrew was just telling me how John is coming from Atlanta to stay with us tomorrow, you remember?" He looked over at the tall dark man who has been talking to as he said this.
I nodded pushing the champagne into his empty hands. He shook me off. I was taken aback and my expression must have shown it. "I don't like champagne—you know that Rosalie." His expression was hard, like it was my fault and I should have known better.
"Why don't you go and talk to Vera. She looks like she is having a good time, she wouldn't attend things like this often, with the baby and all." He made a face. I knew he didn't like babies, but I was doing my best to change that.
I had plans to see my closest friend tomorrow, so I wouldn't bother now. I needed fresh air.
I walked onto the balcony of the exquisite building we were in. I shivered violently from the cold night air. I loved Royce, but sometimes I felt worthless while I was around him, like he thought he was so much better than me.
I suppose that was the way it was meant to be, he was the male, the provider. Still, I would like to think that he thought of me as an equal.
I stood there for a few minutes, and then went back to the party.
That thought didn't cross my mind again till the next day, while I was at Vera's. Vera was walking me to the door as I was leaving, her beautiful baby in her arms. He had thick
black curls, and the most beautiful dimples I have ever seen. Her husband was by her side too.
He kissed her sweetly on the cheek when he thought I wasn't looking, but I could almost feel the love radiating out of them. I wished me and Royce's kisses felt like that.
"….I shoved that thought aside. Royce was my prince. Someday I would be queen.
It was dark in the streets, the lamps already on. I hadn't realized how late it was.
It was cold, too. Very cold for late April. The wedding was only a week away, and I worried about the whether as I hurried home….
I was a few streets away from my house when I heard them. A cluster of men under a broken streetlamp, laughing too loud. Drunk. I wished I walled my father to escort me home, but the way was so short, it seemed silly. And then he called my name.
"Rose!" he yelled, and the others laughed stupidly.
I hadn't realized the drunks were so well dressed. It was Royce and some of his friends, sons of other rich men.
"Here's my rose!" Royce shouted, laughing with them, sounding just as stupid. "You're late. Were cold, you've kept us waiting so long."
I had never seen him drink before. A toast now and then, at a party. He'd told me he didn't like champagne. I hadn't realized he liked something much stronger.
… "What did I tell you John, isn't she lovelier than all your Georgian peaches?"
The man named John was dark haired and suntanned. He looked at me like a horse he was buying.
"It's hard to tell," he drawled slowly. "She's all covered up."
They laughed, Royce like the rest. Suddenly Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders – it was a gift from him – popping the brass buttons off. They scattered all over the street.
"Show him what you look like, Rose!" he laughed again and then he tore my hat out of my hair. The pins wrenched my hair from the roots, and I cried out in pain. They seemed to enjoy that – the sound of my pain…" Eclipse, Page 158-160.
They tore off my dress and pushed me to the ground. I knocked my head on the hard dirt of the street ground. I was faintly aware of them removing my underclothes, as they laughed drunkenly, and pushed my head up and down on the ground.
The pain was immeasurable to anything I had ever felt before. I felt pushing and burning, as Royce and his mates thrust into me. Even if I managed to survive this, I was no longer innocent and pure. I was damaged goods. I felt Royce, getting faster and faster then suddenly relax on me, his weight crushing me and making it difficult to breathe. I wished it would stop, I wanted to die. Preferably quickly to end the pain.
"They left me in the street, still laughing as they stumbled away. They thought I was dead. They were teasing Royce that he would have to find a new bride. He laughed and said he would have to learn some patience first." Eclipse, Pg 160.
I lay on the road, wishing for death to come and engross me. The pain was still immense and I was shivering aggressively.
I vaguely heard fast footsteps coming towards me, and then the road disappeared and I was flying.
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