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After a week of getting settled in at Roan's apartment, Emma definitely agreed with him. Forks was boring and rainier than Lacey. It had taken him half a day to show her around town before there was nothing left to show. The population in Forks was 40,000 less than the population in Lacey. That was going to take getting used to. She was sure it was that kind of small town. Everyone knew everyone and their business and that was the unbearable part.
"I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb at school." She joked. The day after she had gotten there they had gone to Forks High School and signed her up for classes, the school ordering her transfer papers so they didn't have to make an extra trip. School was in a week and she knew she had to go shopping soon for supplies and clothes and thankfully she had saved the majority of her part time job funds. But two-thousand wasn't going to last her long at all.
Roan laughed at her comment. "You'd stick out even if you were from here. You dress better than most of the girls here." He joked. "We don't have your overpriced stores here." He didn't like how much money she spent on clothes but he did appreciate how much care she put into her appearance so he never complained.
"Well I won't have money to buy those kind of clothes for now." She sighed. Being with Roan was really taking the edge off of the heartbreak she had over being kicked out. How lucky was she to get to stay with her boyfriend now?
"Speaking of clothes, you can borrow the car today to get your school shopping done. I know you need to." He said pulling into his apartment complex parking lot.
She frowned. "I don't know where anything is." She didn't have a problem shopping by herself, she preferred it really but she didn't want to get lost. "Why don't you come?"
"I'm actually going to take a nap, I'm exhausted." He said pulling into his covered parking spot and unbuckling his seat, leaving the car running. "My GPS works so just use that." He suggested.
Her phone had gotten cut off the day before so now none of the features were functional unless she was around Wi-Fi. "What if I have a question or need your help?" She questioned. "How am I supposed to get ahold of you?" She doubted that any of these small town shops would honestly have Wi-Fi setup.
"You're a big girl, Emma, you'll be fine." He said stepping out of the car. "I'll see you later." He closed the door behind him and walked towards his apartment building. Emma watched him walk away before sighing. She was glad she was living with him but she felt it was one-sided. He had been withdrawing from her since she had gotten there and she didn't know what she could do to stop it. She had to make it work with him.
Climbing over to the driver side of the car instead of getting out and walking around, she got settled and buckled in after adjusting the seat and mirrors. She fixed her bright green North Face hoodie that covered her white tank top that read leave the boy alone and dark destroyed denim jeans, her green, white, and yellow bracelets clanking against each other nosily. Comfortable in the seat she programmed the GPS and pulled out of the parking area, heading to Port Angeles.
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It hadn't taken her long to find her way around and gather all the things she needed for school. She wasn't sure why she had worried now, it was easy to navigate where she was and being social was one of her strengths. Checking the last thing off on her list she set her virtually useless phone down in the passenger seat and started the car. She had only been gone about four hours, she smiled pleased with herself. She had expected it to take her much longer being new to the area and all.
Pulling out of the parking lot she drove down the freshly rained on road waiting for the GPS to tell her how to get back to Roan's place. 'Turn left in two-hundred feet' the robotic voice demanded.
Emma hated those machines. "How the hell am I supposed to know what two-hundred feet is?" She grumbled trying to pay attention the road and lagging GPS system. When it froze she started to yell at it, as if it would solve the problem. "Come on, cheap thing!" She smacked the screen and it fizzled and skipped. "Shit."
Glancing away from the machine for a moment she saw the red light and screamed slamming on her breaks but the car slid, the tires squealing as she crashed into the car in front of her. The car jolted and she jerked forward, the seatbelt giving and her head smacked against the steering wheel.
After a moment she stirred and blinked trying to get her head to cooperate with her. She could hear the sound of car doors opening and she lifted her head off of the steering wheel and tried to focus on the scene in front of her. She groaned and put her hand to her forehead and pulled it away feeling wetness. She examined her palm and cursed when she saw blood smeared across it. She hadn't been going that fast, had she?
She sighed pushing the car door open. As she stepped out she felt as if all the blood rushed to her head and she stumbled to the ground. She felt pain in her palms and she lifted her hands from the ground, remaining on her knees. Glass? Why was there glass on the ground? And what was that annoying ringing sound?
"Are you alright?" a male voice came from her side and she turned to see who was speaking. She didn't know him. She almost laughed, of course she didn't know him. She didn't know anyone there. He was beautiful though. His skin was pale and his hair was golden like his eyes and slicked back a pale blue scarf sticking out of his charcoal pea coat.
He asked again. "Are you alright?" He knelt down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Emma shook her head in a futile attempt to stop the ringing in her ears. "Do you hear that ringing?" It was fucking annoying. She plugged her ears using the tips of her pointer fingers but it remained. She pulled them out of her ears and the sounds of sirens could be heard nearby.
"Can you tell me your name?" The man asked. "I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen."
"Doctor?" She asked. He looked so young. Maybe he was really smart? "Emma Thompson." She wondered how that sounded. "Just Emma Thompson, I'm not a doctor." Of course she wasn't. What was wrong with her?
Carlisle smiled, she could see the amusement in his eyes. "Okay, Emma." He said taking in the information. "Do you know where you are?" Why was he asking all these questions?
Emma shrugged trying to stand from the ground but he gently kept her down. "Well no." She said. "But I just moved here last week with my boyfriend so I don't know where anything is." She saw an ambulance speeding down the road coming their direction. "We should get out of their way." She said trying to stand again, but he stopped her.
"They are coming for you." He said calmly. "Do you remember what happened?"
Emma frowned. Why were they coming for her? "I'm dizzy."
"Hey, Carlisle, the car was hardly scratched, but not so lucky for her." A male voice called from behind them.
Emma turned her head around to see who was speaking and she saw a dark haired guy who was practically the size of a bear. His skin was pale like the Doctors and his eyes were the same weird gold color. She couldn't get over how attractive they were, if she wasn't so dizzy she was sure she would have blushed. Her eyes drifted from the colossal guy in a dark gray sweatshirt and jeans to the dented front end of the car she had been driving. Her mouth dropped and she stood from the ground so quickly her head spun.
"Oh my gosh!" She cried out. "I am so sorry!" She had gotten in car accident, she remembered now. "I will pay for everything!" How could she have been so careless? What would Roan say? She would have to get a job to make payments. Did Roan have insurance? Probably not. Looking at their car, a Mercedes, she knew it would take her forever to pay them back. Her eyes began to water as she panicked.
The tall guy laughed. "Our car is fine." He said walking towards them but the Doctor, Carlisle was it? Put his hand up to tell him to stay put, there was a seriousness on his face that she didn't understand.
"Emmett," there was a warning in his voice she couldn't understand. "She's bleeding, please inform the medics to prepare gauze, I think she may have a minor concussion." Emmett nodded without a word and walked in the opposite direction to the approaching medics.
"How old are you, Emma?" She looked over to the Doctor as he spoke again.
Emma laughed. "I'm fine, sir." She said as she began to grasp what was going on. "I didn't hit my head that hard."
Carlisle smiled politely. "It's still best you are evaluated. Do you still hear that ringing sound?"
Emma listened for a moment and she shook her head. "It's going away." She saw the police cars surrounding the area no, all the blue and red lights flashing too brightly. "I'd really like to get out of here while I can, I—" She what? Had no way of getting in contact with this man. "I don't have a phone so I don't know how to contact you." She said softly. Hearing people approach she turned and saw it was the medics. She groaned. "Fack."
"Miss, please take a seat so we can have a look at you," the young male said setting his bag on the ground.
Emma just looked at him. "No thank you, I'm fine." She said walking over to the car. There was no saving it. She really didn't remember driving that fast but then again she wasn't paying attention to the speedometer.
"Let's have her admitted to Forks Community Hospital." Carlisle said to the medic.
"This is crazy." She said too loud. The ringing in her ears was starting up again. After an awkward moment she sighed and started walking towards the ambulance. Either she could go to the hospital or stick around and talk to the police. Not having insurance on the car, she decide the hospital would be easier.
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It had been three hours since the accident and she had asked the nursing staff to contact Roan right away and he still wasn't there. The room she was in was decently sized, like she was going to have family come and see her or something. Too bad that wasn't the case. She had a shallow cut on her forehead above her right eyebrow from the steering wheel and a thin layer of bandages on her hands from the shattered glass on the concrete. Other than that and the minor concussion she was golden and luckily for her, her parents hadn't taken her off of their insurance yet. That would be her present to them for kicking her out. She swallowed her bitterness and sat up from the surprisingly comfortable bed and removed her green hoodie placing it beside her. She was glad she at least got to wear her own clothes.
She glanced at the clock again and frowned. Where the hell was he? He lived ten minutes away, then again he was going to have to walk or catch a ride now. But still. She wanted his company if she was going to have to stay awake for the next twelve hours. According to the hospital she could go into a coma if the concussion was serious so she wasn't allowed to sleep for a couple hours so they could monitor her. But how nice of them to also tell her she wasn't allowed coffee. Jerks.
The door slid open and she perked up, a smile on her face expecting her worried or angry boyfriend. She would gladly take either emotion as long as she got to see him. But to her dismay it wasn't. The big guy, Emmett was it? Entered the room with something small in his hands. Her smile faded and shoulders slumped in disappointment.
Emmett laughed. "Not expecting me?" He asked walking over to her bedside.
Emma smiled in apology. "Sorry, my boyfriend just hasn't shown up yet…" She said peaking behind him like he was about to walk in still. Seeing nothing she looked back up at him. "Are you a doctor too?" She asked wondering why he was there.
A grin spread across his face. "No. I can pretend though." He joked. He held out his hand and handed her, her iPhone that was still in its black case with the little white bow on the back. "I had to drive my dad's car here and I'm just waiting for him to finish some paperwork before we get out of here. He asked me to bring you your phone."
Emma smiled and took her phone placing it in her lap. "Well thanks." She said running her finger across the screen. "Too bad it doesn't work." She muttered.
"Why do you carry it around then?" He asked.
"I guess I don't need to anymore." She put the phone beside her and sighed laying back on the bed and closing her eyes briefly. But snapped them back open and screamed feeling something cold on her neck. She saw Emmett pulling his hand away as a laugh boomed from his chest.
"The hell is your problem!" She said putting her hand over the spot he had touched. "Your hands are effing freezing." She complained. They felt like literal ice on her neck, it wasn't even cold in her room. Maybe he had come from outside and had poor circulation? But she doubted that.
"I just saved your life." He claimed proudly. "Thought you were supposed to stay awake or something?" His golden eyes gazed into her icy blue ones, a smile in them.
Emma stared at him for a moment. Was it wrong to think he was so beautiful? She was sure he knew it, he seemed like the kind of guy who knew how attractive he was. Then again, the way he smiled didn't make him seem like a cocky guy. There was something interesting about the way he looked that she couldn't quite figure out. He looked so sturdy, she wondered how often he worked out to accomplish that look.
Realizing she was staring she tore her eyes away from him and laughed. "I don't know how they expect me to stay awake for twelve hours, I'm already tired." She said in a soft voice.
Emmett turned his head to look out the window and she looked up at him in that instance and saw him contemplating something. After a moment he turned back to her his face a little serious. "I can grab some cards and hang out for a couple hours?" He offered. "I've got nothing going on."
Emma shook her head. "Oh no, you don't have to do that. I don't want to ruin your evening further." She said politely declining. "It's already nine o'clock, you'll be so tired." It wasn't that she didn't want the company, she did. She just didn't want to put him out of his way.
Emmett laughed. "Ruin my evening? I'm not the one in the hospital bed." He pointed out. "And I don't sleep much anyways, it's not a problem."
"Well…if it really isn't a problem for you." She said hesitantly. "Company would be nice." She hated being alone.
Emmett smiled and nodded. "I'll go grab the cards." He was about to walk away when he paused and held his hand out. "Emmett, by the way."
She beamed happily. "I'm Emma, it's nice to meet you." She said shaking his hand, disregarding how freaking cold it was.
"Nice to meet you too." He said taking his hand back and exiting the room.
Emma continued to smile happy that she was already making friends and before school started. Speaking of school, she wondered if they would be attending the same school or if he had already graduated. She couldn't quite tell his age. He could pass as a high school student but something told her he was a little older than that. Maybe he was in college? If he was in college maybe he knew Roan?
Suddenly the door burst open and in came a familiar face, the only difference was the scowl on his face. She sighed and sunk back into the bed. She thought she would have been happy to see him regardless of what he felt about the situation but she quickly changed her mind after seeing his face.
"You wrecked my car!" He all but shouted, his face was red and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "How the fuck did you manage to do that!"
Emma stared at him wide eyed and mouth agape. He had never spoken to her that way before. She could understand completely why he was so angry but did he really need to yell? Especially in public. She wondered if people could hear him. She didn't know what to say to him.
"Roan." She spoke softly unsure of how to go about speaking to him. "I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose and I'll pay for it."
He was pacing around the room, running his fingers through his hair. "That doesn't help me now, Emma, does it?" He spat. "How am I going to get to school? Or get anywhere now?"
She frowned. "Why are you being this way?" She asked raising her voice. "It's not like my mission today was to fuck your car up! Don't you even care about how I'm doing?"
"You really have to ask why? You idiot!" He approached her bed. "And you aren't dying, so no, I don't care right now."
Emma stared at him in shock as tears filled her eyes but she blinked them back. "You're a real asshole, you know that?" She said unable to control her shaking voice. "If you were in this bed I would never have come in here screaming at you. Don't you care about me at all?"
He put his head into his hands, rubbing his temples. "Look Emma, I'm really sorry but this isn't going to work." He said with a sigh. "You are a really sweet girl but you've been with me a week and I can see why your parents wanted you out." He said with a bitter tone.
Unable to control her reaction she grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be her phone and chucked it full force at his face. He ducked out of the way just barely missing it as it smashed against the wall behind him. "You fucking asshole!" She screamed climbing out of the bed grabbing the remove for the television and ripping it from the wall. She used the cord it was attached to and swung it at him. "I hate you! I wish you would have been in the fucking car when I crashed it! I'm glad I crashed it!" How could he even say that to her? How could he be doing this to her? Didn't he know she was all she had left? He was going to leave her alone in a town she wasn't familiar with.
Her head was pounding but she ignored it as she tossed the remote at him and effectively hitting him in the collarbone. He winced and put his hand over the spot before glaring at her. "Stop! Quit acting crazy bitch." He growled grabbing the remote from the floor and pulling his arm back to throw it at her.
As he snapped his arm forward Emma flinched and covered her face, turning her body in hopes of avoiding the blow but it never came. She moved her arms away from her face and she stared in shock at the scene before her.
"Get your hands off me man." Roan growled pulling his arm away from Emmett's grasp, or trying to.
Emmett was glaring at him. "You should probably get going or you're going to be feeling very lucky you're in a hospital." He warned, his voice low.
Roan pulled his hand away as Emmett let him go and rubbed his wrist. "Whatever, I'm out of here. Don't bother me at my place, your stuff is in the hall." He said on his way out.
Emma watched him leave silently, having no words left for him. Emmett watched her for a moment before walking out of the room only to enter a second later with two familiar suitcases. That was when the tears came. How was it in one week she had made the people who were supposed to care the most about her, leave her with no remorse? Was she that terrible of a person? Was there something wrong with her? There had to be. She must have set a record somewhere. Going from loved to hated in 7 days or less.
She felt cold hands on her shoulders and she let them lead her back to the hospital bed. She was going to climb in but felt her legs fold without her doing as she was lifted from the ground and placed beneath the covers. She looked up at Emmett and smiled weakly.
"Moved in with him just to be kicked out a week later, I guess I'm a horrible girlfriend." She cried.
Emmett wasn't sure what to say but he smiled anyways. "He really just seemed like an ass."
Emma laughed weakly. "I guess he was."
"I'll go." He said gesturing to the door and turning to leave but he stopped feeling a tug on his sweatshirt. He looked back at her with a questioning expression.
"I'd still like company, if it still isn't a problem." She said though it sounded more like a question.
Emmett smiled and pulled up a chair to the side of her bed. "Not a problem at all." He said reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a deck of cards, a grin on his face.
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