In the fanfic, Emmett is still his boyish ways, but that comes later
In the fanfic, Emmett is still his boyish ways, but that comes later. Right now, he is that knight in shining armor guy. He is smart, 19 years old, and has a job, and we'll find out why later. Otherwise, read and enjoy.
Chapter 2
EmPOV Late Saturday Night
"Bye Em" Ted called
"Later man," I start walking down the main road of south forks to my apartment. It is a nice fall night. Warm but a breeze blows by to keep it cooler.
As I was walking I see no one out. Strange, it's only 10:30.
Then I hear a muffled scream coming from a side street ahead.
I run to the sound, quietly, where I see a group of men in a half circle around one man and a limp figure.
I step up to the group and they run like bats out of hell. Only one remains the one holding the figure. The figure looks like a woman, and this sends me over the edge.
I walk over to him and punch hi square in the nose. It is now broken. He drops the girl and runs just like his buddies.
Cowards.
I catch the girl before she hits the ground. I can see that she's been beaten, and drugged, she might even had been raped.
I carefully pick her up bridal style and carry her to my apartment. I lay her on the bed, and care for her injuries. Multiple bruises, cuts, and maybe a slight concussion.
When I'm done, I wait for her to come around. As I look at her, she is easily the most beautiful girl in the world. Her long blonde hair looks so soft on the pillow that it lay on. She is slender, but not weak looking. Pale perfect skin, and long legs.
I sat looking at her face for a long time, it looks so peaceful.
Then she starts to wake. Her violet eyes flutter open, then she shuts them again.
Slowly she opens them again, but sees me and bolts up, sitting, on the bed, eyes wide.
"Where the hell am I, who the hell are you, and what am I doing here? Tell me NOW!!" She demanded.
" First your at my apartment, on the south side of Forks. Second my name is Emmett McCarty. And third you're here because I found you in the hands of some men who beat and raped you. Now I cleaned your cuts, and you have a slight concussion. Now sleep."
"Fine."
She shuts her eyes, and in no time is asleep. I look at the clock. It's one in the morning. I grab an extra blanket, and head to the spare bedroom. I always wondered why I had a two-bedroom apartment. I mean, I live alone.
I crawl into the bed that is too small for me, and fall asleep. I woke to the sound of crying. It's 8:00am.
I walk into the master bedroom to see her curled up crying. Her arms were wrapped around her long legs, her forehead on her knees. She was trying to be quiet, but violent sobs escaped her.
I slowly walked up to her and rubbed her back soothingly.
"Sshhhh…it's okay…your safe now."
"But… i…I hav…have no where…to…go" she said between sniffles and sobs.
"You can stay here if you like. It is a two bedroom. I'll move you to the other room, and you can stay there. I work a few nights and go out sometimes, but otherwise I hang out here."
"No, I couldn't do that to you. I have nothing to give you. It wouldn't be right."
"Nonsense. You can stay free of charge and everything. I have plenty of food, and extra money so it is really nothing. So, will you stay?"
She wipes a tear from her cheek, nods her head, and says " Thank you. Oh, and my name is Rosalie."
"Okay, Rosalie, will you join me for breakfast?"
She nods again, I offer her my hand, which she takes and I hoist her off the bed.
After eating my eggs and the secret family recipe for French toast, Rosalie goes to the bathroom to shower. I'd have to get her some clothes. Hers from last night are dirty and torn. She can't wear that.
While she was showering, I ran down to the clothes store and got her some jeans and shirts. I guessed on the sizes, I hope they fit.
I get back to my apartment. The showers not running, but she is still in the bathroom. I knock on the door.
"Rosalie, I have some clothes that you can wear. Do you want me to leave them here?"
The door slightly opens and her small hand snakes out, open. I place the clothes in her hand and she shuts the door.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah" she sounds like she's been crying again.
"Have you been crying?"
The bathroom door opens and she slips past me to walk to the guest bedroom, and shuts the door silently.
Her eyes were red. She was crying…
BPOV Monday
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Arg…Damn alarm clock…it's 5:30!! What the HELL are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that we have to get up now in order to be ready for school on time."
"Oh…yeah…school…I forgot…I'm getting up."
Alice and I got ready for school, studied the map of the school and then our schedules.
I had math first. I walked in and took the seat that the teacher told me to. Other students file in and take their seats. By 8:00 everyone was seated, books out and ready.
This will be a long day.
By second and third period, I had a routine. Tell teacher name and that I'm new, take seat assigned, get out book, pretend like I'm listening, wait for bell, grab books, and get to next class.
Forth period was English. I walk to the seat that the teacher told me to sit in, when I trip. I wait for the pain, but it never comes.
I wasn't aware anyone else was in the room, but that bronzed haired boy that was reading Saturday had two arms around my waist.
I wiggle out of his arms and he turns to sit in his seat. I stood there, confused until more students walk in.
The teacher was talking, but I couldn't hear anything. He had the greenest eyes I've ever seen.
The bell startled me. I collect me books and head to lunch. Alice was there, food in front of her, waiting for me. I tell her about the gut from English class.
"His name is Edward Masen. He's a straight A student, but is the king of English. He is supposed to help the school win the decathlon with the science freak, Jasper Whitlock."
"And how do you know all this?" I ask.
"I, for one, have made some friends. I also know that there was a girl kicked out on Saturday for racing. No one has seen her since."
"So…"
"Just some gossip I heard."
The rest of the day was uneventful. No more trips, gym wasn't that bad. Though I did mostly sit on the bench after the couch saw me play. He deemed me 'dangerous'.
I was on my way to my room when I saw Edward and another girl. Her arms were around his waist, his arm over her shoulder.
I continued to walk to my room. I lay down on my bed and finished my homework.
When I was finished, I got up, stretched, and tried to wake up my legs.
"Where's Alice?" I wondered out loud.
Oh well. I grab my ID and head for the library. Might as well go somewhere, right?
Review please. Also, Bella and Edward are 17, Alice, Emmett, and Jasper are 19, Rosalie is 18.