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Chapter One

Just the way it is

Rosalie's P.O.V:

My life sucks.

Eighteen years old and I didn't get a say in my own life.

My friends would say I was lucky, stranger's would say I'm a spoilt brat, my parent's would say I'm an ungrateful mistake.

Rosalie Lillian Hale, most people around know my name they even think they know me, how wrong they are. Nobody knows the true me, not even I do. My whole life has been controlled by my parent's every time I try to make my own decisions they interfere, that's why I started cutting myself and my eating disorder started.

My parent's had my life completely figured out, I was going to marry Royce King in two years time, he was a complete prick, I would study law at university and eventually take over my parent's solicitor's company. I didn't agree with any of this, my true love was photography and fashion but my parent's argued that it wasn't a real career, they also wouldn't budge on me marrying King.

I had known Royce king all of my life, unfortunately. He had spent the earlier part of our childhood's bullying me but as I got older the bullying got worse. When he broke my wrist I told my parent's but they didn't believe me, in their eyes Royce was a god, not only had Royce been physically hurting me he had also been sexually abusing me, not that my parent's would believe me.

"Rosalie, we're going to be late!" My mother called up to me. I didn't care if we were going to be late, I didn't want to go out for a stupid family dinner anyway, I'd only end up throwing it back up. I had made a conscious decision to beat my eating disorder but I had failed, it was the only part of my life I had any control over and I couldn't give that up, not now not ever.

I took one last quick look in my floor length mirror, I was wearing a long purple ball gown, no doubt it cost more then a normal persons car. I should have been happy and felt privileged for the life I lead but I would give it all up just to have some say in my own life. I was beautiful and had a great figure but it wasn't enough, I wanted a family that loved me and wanted the best for me not what they wanted. I pulled on my long sleeve bolero, tugging the sleeves over my scared arms. I was in no way proud of the cuts on my arms but it was my way of dealing with all the pain I was suffering from.

"Rosalie!" My father called, he sounded really pissed.

I quickly grabbed my diamante clutch bag and went downstairs to join my parents.

My parent's stood at the bottom of the stairs both staring at me with angry expression's, my father was wearing, what must have been a very expensive, suit his face was full of wrinkle's and his grey head was slowly balding, My mother stood next to him wearing a ball gown similar to mine but hers was emerald green, her face was stiff with botox and her dyed blonde hair was twisted into the nape of her neck. I followed my parents out to our chauffeured Bentley, why did we even need a chauffer?

After a very awkward fifteen minute drive, which was filled with small talk, we pulled up outside the ridiculously expensive five star hotel. The food was divine, not that I cared considering I would be throwing it all up by the end of the night. I followed my parents into the restaurant putting on a false smile for the odd paparazzi that were lurking in the dark, we were the members of the social elite everyone wanted to be our friends. We were shown straight to our table and received top service.

I decided to spoil myself and order the salmon with sauté potatoes, it looked delicious and I wasn't worried about how many calories were in it.

"We need to talk." My father announced, pulling my attention away from my menu.

"We do?" I asked, confused. We never talked, even after the death of my younger brother we didn't talk, we all just shut off to each other and dealt with it in our own way.

"Yes, we do." My mother said, turning to look at me.

Shit, they were both looking at me.

What now? Hell, if they even think about suggesting I have peach bridesmaid dresses.

"Your mother and I have talked with Royce's parents and we've all decided on a date for your wedding, March 5th, exactly nine months today." My father announced, staring me right in the eyes.

Nine months. I had nine months left of my life until I was married to the controlling bully Royce, I was jumping for joy.

I didn't bother to say anything to my father's announcement I just nodded my head and turned back to my menu.

The rest of the meal consisted of my mother telling me how she was going to plan my wedding and what my dress would look like, I didn't want any of this. I just wanted someone to love me and let me do my own thing, money and social status meant nothing to me. From what my mother was saying my dress would look hideous and there was no way I was wearing a short sleeved dress, my parents didn't know about the scars on my arms and I planned to keep it that way, I hadn't cut myself for a few month now and I was really proud of myself.

My father had remained silent during the dinner, he never did take any interest in mine or my mother's life, he just supplied us with money while we supplied him with social status. My parents were never in love, they like me had an arranged marriage but unlike me they were happy about it. I sometimes wonder if things would have been different if my younger brother, Harry, hadn't died, maybe then all the pressure would have been taken off of me.

When my father requested the bill I saw It as my chance to slink off to the bathroom. During the whole hour we'd been here I had managed to eat a three course meal, stuffing it down to the horrified expression of my mother, she hadn't dared to correct me because of all the people surrounding us but I had no doubt as soon as we got home and we were away from the staff she would lecture me on etiquette. I locked the bathroom door behind me, being a posh restaurant there were many bathroom's which were cut off from each other, it was very convenient.

I proceeded to throw up my nights meal, it had contained too many calories anyway. If I got fat my mother would put me on some sort of controlled diet, this was the easiest way. When I was finished I grabbed my travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste from my clutch bag and brushed my teeth. This was a routine I was very much acquainted with, every time I went out to eat or we were round friends I would always find a way to sneak out and empty my stomach. I knew it was wrong but it was the only part of my life I could control and if I even put on a pound my mother would instantly put me on a diet and force me into extra training sessions with my personal trainer.

As I had expected the minute I had closed my bedroom door behind me my mother's timid knock was sounding throughout my bedroom, I was not fooled by her knock.

"What?" I asked, swinging my door open. My mother's face instantly went the colour of beetroot, she couldn't frown.

"Don't you what me you ungrateful bitch." My mother spat back at me, walking past me and into my bedroom. I turned round to see her standing by the side of my mirrored vanity table.

"Did you want something?" I asked, feeling wiped out from the nights events.

"Yes, I have talked with your father and we both feel it is in your best interests to take a couple of months off of university to go and stay with your cousin in New York." My mother said, sitting down on my stool. I had to stop myself from laughing when she delicately crossed her ankles.

I had only met my cousin in New York once but she had seemed pretty cool, maybe it would be my chance to live a little before I got forced into this marriage with Royce. Things couldn't get any worse anyway, New York it was.

"Okay, I'll go." I said, feeling my mood lift at the thought of escaping my mother's controlling gaze.

"You didn't have a choice anyway, you're going. Your flight leaves at 10am tomorrow." My mother said standing up and letting herself out of my room.

I stood staring at the stool which a minute ago had been occupied by my bitch of a mother. I was actually going to New York, I was getting away from my parents for two whole months. I felt like squealing or jumping up and down but in the end I resulted to packing, it was going to take ma while considering my walk in wardrobe was the size of a normal person's bedroom.

Emmett's P.O.V:

The sun was killing my eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes shading them with my hands, what was the point of curtains which let in the sun?

I slowly rolled out of bed, holding my head which was now pounding, I pulled the blinds down and turned back round to face my bed. I was up now there wasn't really much point in me going back to sleep. I glanced down at what I was wearing, tracksuit bottoms, I had been wearing them for the past few days. My vision started to blur as I tried to piece together what had happened last night, from what I could remember I had somehow dragged myself to bed after two pizzas and god knows how much alcohol.

I staggered out of my bedroom, careful not to trip on any of the clothes, empty food cartons or cans. There was only one thing that was going to make me feel better and I was going to have it. I made my way across the piles of trash to my kitchen. The kitchen was no better then the rest of my flat, you could barely see the floor and I was sure that was mould growing in the corner. I swung open the refrigerator door and grabbed a can of beer, sighing to myself as I took the first sip.

An hour later I was laying on my sofa watching the baseball and drinking my third can of beer, my headache was slowly ebbing away and I was beginning to feel that familiar utopia I got whenever I drank. I was soon pulled away from my happy little bubble by the sound of a knocking on my front door. There was no way I was answering that. Whoever it was could just bugger off, I had better things to do then to listen to preachers or give money to charities.

Ten minutes later the knocking hadn't stopped. It was actually rather pissing me off now. I slammed my can down on the coffee table and rolled lazily off of the sofa, whoever it was they were going to get a piece of my mind, bloody knocking on my door at one in the afternoon.

I cursed to myself as I stepped on a can, I should really start wearing slippers. I was hopping on one foot by the time I got to the front door, I didn't bother looking through the peek hole I just yanked the door open ready to hurl abuse at whoever it was.

"Morning!" The cheery voice of my younger brother came. God I really did hate him, not only because he always seemed happy but also because he was our parent's favourite. I never did like suck ups.

"What do you want Edward?" I snapped, holding my foot in one hand still hopping about.

"I just came to visit my favourite older brother." Edward said, barging past me and into my flat. Bloody cheek.

I followed my brother into my flat and sat down next to him on the sofa, he looked happy and healthy, it was alright for some.

"What do you want?" I asked, taking a swig from my can.

"Mum and dad asked me to come round and see how you are."

"Well you can go home and tell them I'm just peachy."

"Emmett, it's obvious you're not okay. Are you still taking drugs?"

God, why did I ever leave that cocaine lying around when Edward came over? He had immediately told our parents about It. I had given it up, I'd been clean of it now for a whole week, I had my alcohol I didn't need drugs anymore.

"No, I'm not." I slurred, cringing slightly at the sound of my own drunk voice.

"Your flats a tip." Edward pointed out, staring around the room.

"Thank you for telling me, I hadn't noticed." I sarcastically shot back.

Stupid, smug, intelligent younger brother with god knows how many PhD's. Well actually he didn't have any, nineteen was too young.

"Come on Emmett, what are you going to do? You're twenty two years old with no job and living in a dump!"

I just knew this was coming, every time one of my family decide to visit me I get the whole lecture about how I'm wasting my life. Well news flash, I enjoy my life. Yes I enjoy getting shit faced every night and just throwing my pizza boxes on the floor when I'm done with them.

"Well I plan on living the rest of my life like this."

"Your wasting your college fund, plus your college fund won't last you forever. What happens when you run out of money?"

I hadn't quite planned for that yet.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Look Emmett, a friend of mine owns a bar, I'm sure he'd give you a job you just have to sober up a bit."

Hmm, A job in a bar. I could make some money and possibly get a discount on alcohol. Hell I might even earn enough to pay for some company, it's not like there aren't any women out in New York who wouldn't like to spend the night with me for a good price. A job wasn't sounding like such a bad idea.

"Okay, talk to him about it."

"I already have, you start tomorrow night at six, it's the one just around the corner from you where we went for my eighteenth." Edward said, getting up and walking over to the door. I got up and followed him.

"We want what's best for you Em." Edward said before closing the door.

I walked back into my living room and picked up my can but for some reason I didn't feel like it anymore. I looked around at my flat, Edward was right it did look like a tip. I had to do something with my life, I was wasting it away.

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