Royce took a slight step back from the tree and zipped up his jeans. "You will go home, pack your things, and meet me here tomorrow at the same time. Or you can tell your family and my boys and I will kill them. Either way you will be mine. Do you understand?" Royce said with a snarl. Rosalie nodded weakly and Royce grinned. His hand flashed out and he threw her to the forest floor.

When Rosalie looked up the only thing left of Royce was his scent that lingered in the clearing. She crawled to her knees and gathered up what was left of her clothes. She slipped on what was left before crawling over to her car. She pulled her knees to her chest and put her head on her knees. She could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes but she knew they would never fall, never could fall. Her whole body shook as all the pain and feelings rushed out of her and tearless sobs.

Finally, when all she could do was make soundless hiccups she crawled to her feet and looked at her car. It was completely destroyed. The side where Royce had thrown her at was completely demolished and on the hood, where he had smashed down his hand, was a huge hole. Scenes flashed through her mind and she wanted to just curl up in a ball in die, like she had the first time. Yet, she knew this time there would be no relief. She could never get her revenge for this time and she would have to spend the rest of her life with her tormentor. She knew she couldn't tell her family about Royce, because she knew he would keep his promise and kill them.

The sound of a twig snapping in the distance pulled her gratefully from her horrible flashbacks. She went to the car door, ripped a hole in the metal and grabbed her purse. She knew her car was a lost cause and she couldn't come home with her clothes the way they were. Her thoughts were stuck in the past, in what had happened no more than thirty minutes ago, her mind switched over to automatic. Like she was going through the motions of running to a nearby town, picking out some new clothes, and putting them on without even realizing it.

When she snapped out of her deadened state she found herself on the lot of a car dealership, looking at a cherry red Lamborghini Gallarado, the keys in her hand. The man standing next to her was smiling like she had just said that he had won a million dollars.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased with your new car, Ms. Hale. Do you need to me to show you anything more do you just want to drive it off the lot?" The man asked, inching away from her.

"I'll drive it off the lot. Thanks." Rosalie replied before slipping into the driver's seat and starting up the car. She slammed her foot on the gas and the car shot off in a squeal of tires. She liked how it felt but she couldn't help thinking of her old car, how it now sat crumpled and battered on the top of that cliff. The images started flowing again. Royce standing there smirking at her, his mask of rage as he punched her against the tree, and the agonizing look of victory and control as he left her alone, battered and abused, in the clearing.

Her foot slammed onto the brake as she steered the car to the edge of the road. "Stop it!" She whispered fiercely to herself. "Get your thoughts under control! The only way the family is going to be safe is if I can keep your thoughts from Edward." She said, scolding herself at letting the images take her over. She needed to suppress them, visit them later when no one had the chance of getting hurt by them. She needed to visit them, find a way to move on, but not right now. Right now she needed to get home, pack her things and leave the only people she cared about more than herself.

With another silent sob she steered the Lamborghini back onto the road and started to sing an old French lullaby in her head. She focused solely on the song, all the way up the long driveway to the large white mansion. She pulled her car into the garage, still singing the haunting lullaby in her mind. The family heard her coming and nodded hello as she walked into the living room, but she ignored them and ran up the stairs to her room. She slammed the door, cranked up the music to almost deafening level and sank to the floor, the lullaby still playing over and over in her mind as if it was stuck on repeat.

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Edward pulled his Volvo into the garage, the sound of Rosalie's blasting music vibrating in his ears. He got out of his car, placed his hand on the cherry red car and whistled enviously at the Lamborghini. He flitted quickly into the living room. "Whose car is that? And what's got Rosalie into a rebellious teenager phase?" He asked before taking a seat on the piano bench.

"The car is Rosalie's, I guess. I didn't even know she had gotten a new one. I want to see!" Emmett exclaimed. He jumped to his feet and ran out to the garage, quickly followed by Jasper and Carlisle. "Damn!" Emmett exclaimed. His outburst quickly followed by similar exclamations from Carlisle and Jasper. It had been awhile since any of them had gotten new cars and the Lambo was all sparkly and new compared to the other cars in the garage.

"Why do you think she bought it?" Carlisle asked moving around the car, admiring it.

"It might have something to do with her emotions. They in complete disarray." Jasper said his hands resting on the hood of the car.

"What do you mean there are something wrong with her emotions?!" Emmett asked, turning a fierce glare on Jasper.

"I'm just saying she was completely out of whack when she came home. Something happened while she was out." Jasper replied.

"Yeah, couldn't you tell with the way she's listening to her music?" Edward asked, perched on the hood of his Volvo.

"Do you think I did something wrong?" Emmett asked, worried.

"Maybe, it was because you didn't stand up for her earlier. You know how girls are." Edward replied, with a shrug.

"I think it would be best if you went and tried to talk to her, son, maybe she'll tell you what's wrong." Carlisle replied, glancing over at his oafish 'son'.

"Can't Edward just read her mind or something and tell me what's up with her?" Emmett asked, with a hopeful look over at his brother.

Edward closed his eyes, concentrating on only Rosalie's mind. The only thing he got was a bunch of jumbled words sung really badly in horrible French. French was never Rosalie's strong language.

"I can't get anything from her. She's trying really hard to cover up her thoughts." Edward said, confusion and worry crossing his fine features.

"Oh shit! That means I've done something really bad." Emmett groaned before flitting out of the garage and up the stairs.

"What do you think is wrong with Rosalie?" Carlisle asked, concerned.

"I don't know, the only other time she has tried this hard to hide her thoughts is when she was focusing on revenge for…you know." Edward replied.

"Do you think she's trying to go after someone else? Do you know of anyone she hates as much as she hates him?" Carlisle asked, subconsciously glancing at the bracelet Bella had made that hung around Edward's wrist.

Edward felt a snarl start in his chest but he was interrupted by Jasper. "Her emotions are not angry or resentful. Their just sad and..and…hurt." Jasper said, worry flooding his features. "What did you say you did earlier, that Emmett didn't protect her from?" Jasper asked.

"We just got into a fight about, Bella. I didn't think that would have affected her so bad. I'll go see if I can apologize." Edward said turning towards the door.

"I think that would be the best thing to do." Carlisle said, following his oldest 'son' towards the door, with Jasper trailing behind.

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"I'm sorry, babe, please forgive me. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you earlier. I thought you were just joking." Emmett begged from in front of Rosalie's door, hoping she would open up so he could come in.

Rosalie was curled in a ball on the floor sobbing noiselessly, feeling guilty for keeping the only person she loved more than life out. The only person who would blame themselves for her pain, the only person who would ever think it was them when it wasn't. She wanted to get up and open the door but she couldn't bring herself to move. The energy it took to keep the song playing in her head, the memories repressed, and keeping her sobs quiet was to much. She couldn't even bring herself to start packing.

After a long time she heard a thump as Emmett slid down the wall outside her door. She knew from past experiences that he would sit their the entire night without moving, waiting for to let him in. How could she leave someone that loved her that much? The possibility of either never seeing him again or seeing him dead made her sobs come harder and faster. Her concetration broke for a quick second and the heart-wrenching sob could be heard form out in the hall. Instantly a fist crashed into the door.

"Babe! Please just tell me what's wrong! I can fix it I promise." Emmett whispered, "Please, just let me in and tell me what I did wrong."

Rosalie opened her eyes and looked over at the door, making sure she kept her concentration on the song playing in her head she whispered, so softly no human could hear, "Nothing's wrong, please just leave me alone."

She heard Emmett turn on his heel and walk back downstairs. He always did as he was told. Hearing him walk away from her was the final straw. She felt the numbness coming towards her and the last thing that flashed through her mind was, 'At least if I push him away know it will be easier to leave him tomorrow.' before the numbness overtook her completely.