Chapter 4
Emmett's POV
A week later
I sat on the sidewalk in front of the house, thinking about how complicated things were.
Three nights ago, Rosalie begged her parents to not marry Royce but she didn't tell them why. Or at least, she didn't tell them the real reason behind it. I couldn't blame her for not mentioning me because I knew her parents would refuse without any excuses. I heard Rosalie cry in front of her parents to remind them that she had the rights to choose her own husband and marry to someone she loved.
Her parents told her that they needed the money the Kings had. If they were wealthier, they would let her but their economical status wasn't pleasing to them. Rosalie stormed off, crying to her room that made me fall into pieces. I sneakily followed her to her room to comfort to her. I barraged into her room and smashed my lips against hers to control her sobs. I tasted the salt from her eyes into my mouth, understanding her more than I ever did.
I stared at the sky, seeing the twinkling stars surrounding the half lit moon. I wondered for a minute if there were actually miracles or were they just legend. If they were real, could they help me now?
I didn't see the reasoning her parents contributed to her. I was decently wealthy no thanks to her father and I would take good care of her. Royce would treat her like a prostitute and sell her off to his friends when there was more to her. She was a gentile goddess that was too fragile to be harmed.
I saw Royce walking with his friends on the dirt road jubilantly running around. He obviously was drunk to even function or even notice the presence of anyone around him. So this was the man that was going to take my love away from me? How was this possible?
His friends were trailing behind him, bellowing their laughter with encouragement for him to continue. Royce walked pass to me and tried to stay still but his legs were too wobbly. "Roooooossie! Would you come out here?" He hollered at her like she was some dog.
She came outside from the front door, shutting it behind her. She walked down her stairs quickly like she was his servant. "Yes Royce?"
"Come meet my friends. They have been dying to meet," he grinned mischievously like a little kid. "Everyone this is Roooooosssie, my fiancée. Ain't she purdy?"
His friends bordered her, inspecting her like she were some prize. "What are we going to with your fiancée, Royce?" one of them hooted.
"We're going to play with her, of course," Royce roared his laughter. "We'll play a good game of dress-up."
I clenched my fists, standing up. One guy started to take off her clothes and at that moment, I ran over there and punched him. He flew a few feet away, landing painfully on his back. I wrestled with all of the men, feeling them kick my shins up to my thighs. I tossed two of them to land against the lamppost while I crashed two of them together. The remaining one was Royce who lifted up her dress from the behind to see her bloomers. I picked him up and massed him onto the ground. He groaned in pain, trying to get up but was too drunk.
Rosalie looked horrified, panting to catch her breath. I walked to her, hugging her closely to me so she wouldn't be frightened anymore. "Don't worry Rose, I won't let anyone hurt you."
It was the unwanted wedding day, hearing chaos through the hallways from panicked parents about the arrangements. Everything was happening all at once that made Mrs. Hale scream at the top of her lungs in response.
I made my way through the stairs, trying to pass Royce's friends who were visiting Royce in his dressing room. Half of them were familiar from the incident weeks ago when Rosalie was about to become one of their "dolls". Servants were following them with irritated faces from Mr. Hale complaining about their uniform Mrs. Hale assigned them to wear.
I walked through the hallway filled with portraits of them Hales in elegant dresses with a plain background. They were chorological order of how old Rosalie was until the present. It amazed me how more beautiful got as she blossomed into a woman. I smiled, thinking of the night we laid our love for each other.
I approached her dressing room door, knocking a couple times to make sure I was heard.
"Who is it?" She asked in a sob.
"It's Emmett," I told her, feeling worried about her. I knew that she never wanted to marry Royce but I never expected her to sob at the last minute.
"Come in."
I opened the door, seeing the room lit up brightly that it almost blinded my eyes. My eyes went immediately to Rosalie who was wearing her wedding dress. It was more of vanilla white with ribbon decorated around the bottoms of the dress. Unlike I imagined, she wasn't crying at all but her eyes were glued to the floor. She looked up at me, getting up from sitting on the ground.
"Rosalie, you look…incredible," I commented, hardly able to speak to her.
She shook her head. "No I don't. I would look more beautiful if I were marrying you."
I stepped closer to her. "Rosalie this is as hard for me to watch you do this as much as it's hard for you. I told you I wouldn't leave you no matter what happens to us."
"But you are leaving. You're going to fight," she pointed out, swallowing the sobs that were about to come out. "You can't go. I won't let you!"
"Rose I have to—"
"No you don't!"
I placed my hands onto her arms. "Even if I don't have to, I can't watch you spend the rest of your life with him. I'll always be there with you but I can't bare the sight."
"Why are you here if you can't bare the sight?"
"Because I love you."
Her eyes softened from the anger that was building up. I kissed her, placing my hands on her waist to lift her up for her to be my height. My nose was pressed against the side of her mouth, feeling her soft cheeks rubbing against it. She kissed me in return, encouraging me to continue with her arms wrapped around my neck to trap me.
We stopped, hearing her pant in apprehension. All we did at that moment was stare each other without any sign of emotion. We both turned immediately to the door when someone stuck his or her head out.
"Rosalie," a woman told her that I didn't have the chance to be acquainted with. "Your father is waiting for you."
"Thank you, Nancy," Rosalie pulled together a phony smile. Nancy closed the door in response, hearing her walk away grumbling.
I kissed her forehead. "I wish you the best."
She kissed my cheek. "I love you. Thank you for making it slightly easier for me to do this."
She walked away from me, exiting out of the room filled with hesitation. She closed the door behind her, walking down the stairs as the wedding march was playing.
She was going to be married and I couldn't stop her. Miss Hale would turn into Mrs. King and the thought of that made my throat scratch. I told myself I would try to be supportive but why support when she doesn't want to do this either? If I could have one wish, it would to be with her. It was unfortunate that my wish would never come true.