I'm back! Okay, so we're back together, he called me the day after (well, the day of, whatever you wanna call it.) And here is the exact conversation (It's so cute, or at least to me and my friends, I'm sure you guys could care less.) Teddy- "Hey, hun, look out your window." Me- "Um, ok?" So, I did, and he was standing there with a dozen roses, the necklace I threw at his head the night before, and a big poster board that said

Teddy

Carolyn

4ever

I love you, babe, please take me back.

And I was like: What the… But I went outside anyway, and he explained everything and asked me if I still loved him and would take him back. So, of course, I told him I did still love him, and of course I'd take him back, so he picked me up, bridal style, and was like: WHOO HOO! It was adorable and funny, and then he kisses me, in front of my parents. Talk about embarrassing. Ok, well, enjoy chapter seven! (Or eight if you wanna get all technical *rolls eyes*)

Rosalie's POV

Rushing out of Emmett's room, I scampered over to my boss to request the rest of the day off. I made sure to unbutton the top of my shirt more than necessary, exposing more cleavage, and constantly flip my hair because I knew the horny bastard wouldn't be able to resist. Strutting in his office I found him hunched over his paperwork. I grinned, gradually strolling up to his desk, as not to disturb him, I bent down and cupped his face in my hands.

"Richard, darling, I need to ask you a favor." I purred. Seeing his eyes widen at my appearance, he simply nodded, unable to keep his eyes off my chest.

"I know you're a sweetheart, and I know you are simply looking out for my best interests when you act the way you do, and I also know you want me. So, please, Richard, I need the rest of the day off." He stared wide-eyed at me from my little speech, so I widened my eyes as well, acting innocent; yep, that's my plan.

"Well, Ms. Hale, I suppose I could do that…" he said slowly.

"Thank you so much, Richard!" I kissed him softly, just to add affect and gratitude of not having to finish my shift.

Leaving him basking in the glory of my little ** moment, I practically skipped out of the building.

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Back at my apartment I found Alice waiting in my living room reading my People magazine. Sighing at her addiction to tabloid magazines she noticed my presence.

"Rose!!! I have so much to tell you!" she gushed. I rolled my eyes at my over-excited best friend.

"Well, tell me! Don't just sit there like a moron!!" I laughed. She went on to tell me every detail of the latest celebrity breakup and of how Britney was supposedly getting back on her feet.

Laughter was filling my apartment as Alice and I exchanged stories. The mood was suddenly ruined as Alice's ever-present cell phone rang. Sighing she fished her phone out of her pocket.

"Jasper" She said. My brother's name made me feel completely guilty, and I knew if I was ever going to get my brother back, I'd have to apologize.

Snatching the phone out of her hands I flipped it open and got ready to speak, but Jasper beat me to it.

"Mary Alice Brandon! Where are you?! We were supposed to meet two hours ago! TWO HOURS!" he half shouted into the phone. I flinched at his tone as it seemed to match Royce King's the night he ruined my life and our relationship.

"Cool it, Jasper. It's not Alice. It's your sister, Rosalie. Remember? The selfish bitch? As he used to call me when we fought." I heard a sharp intake of breath and his signature silent treatment come into play. "Look, Jasper, I know what I said and what I did was out of line. So, I apologize, I really do. I'm truly sorry. Alice has forgiven me…what about you, bro?" I waited semi-patiently for an answer.

"Rosalie, I forgive you." That's all he said before he simply hung up on me. I practically growled in frustration at his stubbornness, something we both shared. I handed Alice her phone and told her to call Jasper back or she'd be in for it.

Alice smiled weakly at me and made up an excuse to go see him. Fine by me, I need some time alone anyway.

"Bye Rose!" Alice chirped as she jogged out my door.

Walking around my apartment I pondered about everything that Alice and I had done in it, all the memories; crying at sappy movies, stuffing ourselves with chocolate when someone broke up with us, those late-night girly talks that all guys think are a myth, and most importantly: those random splurges of happiness that comes around every once and a while.

Sighing, I realized my talk with Alice took up most of my free time. Not that I didn't enjoy some real girl time, something I've been severely deprived of lately. Walking to my bedroom I heard my cell phone vibrate against the coffee table. Dragging my feet, I slowly went back to the table, picking up my phone. When I snatched it up a sudden knock came from my door. Adjusting myself and fixing my hair quickly until I felt fairly presentable, I headed towards the door, all the while forgetting to read the text.

Opening the door I felt my heart skip a beat and a scream bubbling up in my throat. Snatching my phone out of my pocket I got ready to dial 911, but was interrupted by the text still sitting on my screen.

I'm here, Rosalie, you can run… But you can't hide… -Royce

Royce shoved his way into my apartment, pushing his hand over my mouth, and throwing my phone to the side, shattering the screen. I felt his lips at my ear.

"Thought you could run, huh? Thought you could get away from me, didn't you? Big. Mistake." Royce growled at me. I felt him ram me against the back wall and his lips made contact with my skin.

No, no, not again. Please God, not again…

"Royce, stop, please, please stop." I pleaded, remembering how Alice told me that the two most common words people would say before they would be murdered were: Please, and Stop. This was the end of me; he'd rape me again, and leave me here to die. Right in my own apartment, in the comforting place I'd found so much joy, the hardwood floor of my apartment would be my death bed. I shivered at the thought, and he mistook the action for enjoyment. Picking up the pace of his lips he raked his fingers through my hair, soon skimming them down towards my chest. His thick fingers slowly unbuttoned my shirt, gliding over my skin, and soon reaching around to the back, to grasp my bra's clasp. I stomped on his foot foolishly, in an attempt to stop him, but his hand flew out from beneath my shirt to my cheek. The sting his hand made on my skin made me cry out in pain, something I rarely do.

"Stop struggling, Rosalie, it'll only make it harder for you." He said coldly.

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Alright guys, I'm sorry I cut it off so soon, but I have an emergency going on. One of my friends' Christian, his dad has a brain tumor, and I just heard. I'm sorry, I'll update ASAP

~Carolyn