Just to clarify, the families are (Bella, Jasper, Edward) and (Emmett, Alice) and then Rosalie.
Alright, I warned you.
Again, this chapter is sort of brutal... but I guess it kind of depends on what your perspective of it is...
[I really thought it was at first, but re-reading it, maybe only a little...]
I was literally shaking while I wrote most of it, so I hope the emotion comes through.
Hope you enjoy (= And thanks for the support so far (=
Rosalie's POV
I crumbled into the corner, pulling my knees to my chest, breathing heavily. I looked up at him. My ribs were crushed, I could tell. I thought I would pass out from the pain, but I never did. He kicked me again. "Get up!" He snarled, shattering a beer bottle on the table. I clutched the armchair and slowly and painfully pulled myself to my feet. My knees buckled under me. He started cursing. "You're a worthless -!" He screamed. "Get out!" He threw a bottle at me. I ducked without thinking and it shattered the window behind me. "Now look what you've done!" He walked toward me, extending his clenched fist and wham! Right in the mouth. I could taste my blood as I held my hands in front of me.
"D-d-d-d-dad, p-p-please." I begged. I knew better than to talk during these times.
"Shut up!" He punched me again. I could feel the bruise surfacing. I collapsed again. "That will teach you!" He roared, laughing maliciously. I couldn't help the tears forming now. "Stop crying you big – baby!" He was going to kick me again but, like every other night, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground, passed out.
My breathing was so fast now that I couldn't seem to catch it. I held my hand to my mouth, which was producing more blood. I didn't have the strength to get up just yet but he was sure to be there on the floor until tomorrow afternoon… atleast. I knew I would get a break tomorrow. He would be too sick to drink.
Earnestly, I wished the damage on my face wasn't visible. He was always careful enough not to hit my face because he knew people at school would see it. But he had way too many drinks tonight to care.
I wrapped my arms around my legs weakly, crying into my knees, my shirt staining red. It hurt to cry. I was sure I was going to have a black eye and fat lip tomorrow. I would have to skip school for a few days. But I wanted Edward back so badly. I needed him. I needed some love if I was going to keep myself alive. Maybe I would call him. But he would want to see me… Maybe I could call Emmett. He was always there for me.
But I still couldn't move. I just sobbed endless tears.
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When I woke up, it was three in the morning. I was slouched in the corner, still. My blue shirt was mostly red, now, along with my favorite denim capris. I really needed to stop wearing my best clothes… I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. Bad idea. "Ow!" I held my hand to my eye. Great. My hands were dry and bloody, too. I stretched my legs out in front of me. They popped and cracked, my bones re-adjusting. My ribs were throbbing and my mouth felt like I had just got shot with Novocain, except it stung.
I crawled to the bathroom and very slowly and cautiously stood. "Ow, ow, ow!" I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut from the pain. It faded in a minute and I flipped the water on to wash my hands. I shouldn't have looked up.
I stared into the mirror in complete horror, examining every inch of my face. My lips were huge and bloody, my eye was blue and swollen. I lifted my shirt, expecting the worst. The bruise was bigger, but the same general shade of indigo. It never hurt this bad. I was scared something was broken. I couldn't go into a doctor's office like this and not have them expect something. Besides, I would need forms and signatures, the whole nine yards. I couldn't.
My stomach lurched uneasily as I heard a bang on the door. Oh no. It couldn't be…
But sure enough, the deep voice commanded, "Police! Open up."
Maybe if I pretended I was asleep… ha! Or dead. I could be in this condition. I bent my knees steadily and sat on the floor. I leaned my head back against the wall and waited. I knew they would break down the door. They always did in movies… right?
But I couldn't think about that. I was furious at Emmett. How could he call the police!? The police couldn't be involved! They would put me in some psycho house and never let me out! They would make me get therapy and move away… and move away. I cursed under my breath. How could I move away from my whole life?
I heard a pop, snap, crack, and a loud crash and I knew they were in. I heard atleast three people stepping across the room and a dog barked once. I knew he'd find all kinds of drugs by my dad. He was still passed out on the floor.
"Is he alive?" One man asked.
I imagined another officer pressing his fingers to my dad's neck. "Yes. He's got a pulse."
"Is anyone in here?" The first man called. "We're here to help. Don't be afraid." There was still no chance I was going to move. They would eventually find me, yes. I couldn't deny that. "Hello?"
I heard them making their way down the hallway… The first door opened… the bedroom door opened… I braced myself. My heart pounded in my chest, adding to my discomfort. My mind went blank.
Click. I watched the door handle twist and then forced my eyes shut.
"Hey, Randy." The man closest called. "I found her…" He knelt beside me. "Rosalie? Are you okay?" He pressed his hand to my wrist. "I know you're awake. Please, talk to me. We're here to help." The heavy breathing probably gave me away. A tear slid down my hot cheeks as the other men made their way into the room. "Rosalie?"
It felt like slow motion as my eyes flickered open. I was shaking violently and my teeth chattered. "G-g-g-g-go a-a-aw-w-ay." I whispered, pushing his hand off of mine.
"I'm afraid we don't have that option now. Please, talk to us. Are you alright?"
"It-t-t-t depends on your definition-n-n of a-a-alright-t." I mumbled through my enormous lips.
"We're going to take you to the hospital, sweetie, okay?"
"No! P-p-p-please! I don't want-t-t-t to g-go!"
"You have to. You're pretty badly hurt."
"Please," I begged. "Please don't-t-t m-make m-me g-g-go."
The biggest of the men carefully put my arm behind his neck and scooped me into his arms with ease.
"Ow!" I squeaked. My face scrunched.
"I'm sorry! Let me just get you out front and I'll put you down, okay?"
"Put me d-d-down now!" I commanded but I knew I didn't have the strength to fight against them. "I want-t-t to stay here!" Tears poured from my eyes. "P-p-p-please!"
They eyed me sympathetically but generally ignored my requests. Three more men strapped me onto a cot in the back of the ambulance while the other police officers stayed at the house.
"Rosalie, we're going to fix you up, alright? We'll do as much as we can at the hospital." The woman in the back told me. "And when you rest and recover, they want to ask you some questions. Try to relax, sweetie. You're in good hands."