Hello people.

I know it's rare that I'm updating so soon. But the writing bug just bit me so I ran with it.

In order for me to get this chapter beta'd by I. Have. Fingers I had to pay her in man candy. So I had to go hunting for pictures of Taylor Lautner. The things I do for you guys *Le sigh*

Anyways I hope you guys like the chapter, let me know what you think in a review :0)

As always I own nothing of Twilight or the lyrics in this story.

RPOV

He was so gentle and kind and I ran. It's not that I didn't enjoy it. I was surprised; I've never been kissed so sweetly before. Every part of me wanted to put my soul into kissing him back but I couldn't my mind wouldn't let me. My mind was brought back there; Emmett's soft lips were replaced with my memories of Royce's forced mouth. So I did what I do best, I ran away. The only words I could get out is that "I'm broken," I am. I'm damaged goods.

"I'm so, so sorry I shouldn't have done that. Please don't shut me out, please. Rosie, please. You're not the only one that is broken," He was pleading me and I didn't know what to say. My chest felt like a steal gage, squeezing my lungs. I wasn't afraid of Emmett. Or was I? All I know if that I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I am when I'm around Emmett. I knew what fear felt like, I spend most my life frightened, people walk up to me and I'm anxious. I never felt that anxiety with him. I crave to be held, touched and to feel wanted, when all that comes knocking on my door in the form of this God like man; I bail.

"Rosie please open the door. Even if it's to yell or to throw shit at me, just don't hide from me. Don't be afraid of me," he was still knocking, not banging just softly knocking. He thinks I'm afraid of him? I pulled my door back ever so slightly.

"I'm not afraid of you,"

"Then why are you hiding behind the door," his tone was soft and sweet, although you could tell he was concerned.

"I just can't let you see me like this," I wanted to hide again.

"Let me in," he wasn't just talking about my room.

"I can't I'm broken, damaged goods," he shook his head, if only he knew.

"You're not the only one," He's so beautiful and together. Who would want to break someone as lovely as him? "Tell me what happened to you Rosie," it's third time he called me Rosie. I shook my head.

"I can't it hurts to much," he held out his hand, I took it. This moment reminds me of a song, where the lyrics are:

I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours

That I was so yours for the taking

I'm so yours for the taking

I opened my door farther and stepped out. I was now exposed. We went into the living room where we sat on the sofa. I wanted to tell him, but I know as soon as I do I will no longer be Rosie, I'll be the girl how got raped at the park.

"Please," It was all he said.

"I can't. You'll see me differently. You won't see me as me anymore you'll see me as her,"

"Who?"

"The girl I once was,"

"If you won't tell me what happened, tell me what I can do to make things right," There is nothing. No one will ever be able to make this right.

"You can't put what happened to me right, Emmett," I looked at him, his face looked so sad; he really wanted to make things right for me. Why? I'm just his roommates little sister her doesn't know me. "Why are you so desperate to make things right? You don't have to make up for what just happened,"

"It's not that," He looked away.

"Then what is it?"

"Because, since the second I walked in that door yesterday you have been my every thought and I don't know how to shut you out of my mind. If I'm honest I'm not sure I want to," So I wasn't the only one, last night after talking to Jasper I had a dream in which I was being comforted but Emmett. He was cradling me in his big warm arms, telling me that everything was going to be okay and that I didn't need to be frightened anymore. It might have only been a dream but it is the safest I have ever felt.

"You can't says things like that, you don't even know me,"

"That's the point I want to know you. I want to know every there is to know about you," he wasn't kidding.

"I don't know what else to say," Why am I such a coward. I want to tell him, I need to stop hiding.

"Me either so let's start again," Start again? I looked at him with confusion on my face. "Hi, I'm Emmett; I'm in my last of college at Cornell. I first saw you yesterday, thought you were the most stunning woman I've ever seen; you have the prettiest eyes in the world. I would really like to get to know you," he was such a goof ball. It's hard to fight a smile when he's being that cute. I let out a small giggle.

"Hi Emmett, I'm Rosalie, I'm a junior at Dartmouth. You came through that front door yesterday and I know life as I know has been changed forever. I would also like to get to know you," I imitated the smile on his face.

Went back to cleaning the kitchen, Emmett stayed in the living room, I caught him looking at me a few times, and I just smiled at him. As soon I was done Jasper and Alice came back, he was carrying all her bags, poor git. I think its karma for not telling me.

"So what did you?" I asked while eyeing Alice's bags.

"I got the cutest New Years outfit ever, and a few last minute gifts," She let out in an excited gush. "Jazz got you the most amazing gift," She started clapping her hands together and jumping up and down on the spot.

After showing a little bit of interest on what she had bough she went through every item with me. By the time she was done everyone was hungry. I decided I would cook for everyone, not wanting to eat take out two nights in a row.

I made a Russian beef stroganoff; it seemed to go down okay everybody cleared their plates.

"Oh my God, are those, what I think they are on that tree," Jasper unexpectedly shouted out.

"I wondered how long it would take you," I smiled and went to clean up the kitchen. I seem to do that a lot these days. Emmett came to help me, he washed up and I tried up putting everything away as I went. A few times our fingers collided, which sent shivers down my spine; in a good way.

Afterward we all sat in the living room; I opened up a bottle of wine. We all made general conversation; it was nice just sitting down and hanging out like this. Two bottles of wine later, we decided that it was time to head to bed. I didn't want to leave Emmett alone out here. I went to my room reluctantly; I sat at my dresser feeling cold and alone. I sat there for about 30 minutes before I plucked up the courage to go back out there to him.

"Hey," I let out in a soft breath, as I stood by the door.

"Hey you," he smiled at me.

"Not disturbing you am I?"

"No," he said quickly, I smiled back at him; I was still standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Going to stand by the door all night?" He asked. Was that a rhetorical question? I walk over and sat at the other end of the couch. Neither of us said anything right away.

"If you want me to go I can?"

"No. I don't want you to go anywhere," He looked nervous. "Come here?" he asked softly, he held his arm out for me. I jumped at the chance to be next to him, I moved closer and he wrapped his muscular arm over my shoulders. I rest my head on his shoulder and let out a happy sigh. When I inhaled I took his sent with me, it was wonderful; he smelt of lime, mint and man. It's hard to explain properly, I just know it's not a smell I'm going to forget in a hurry.

"You smell good," It wasn't till the last word left my mouth I realized what I had said. I felt suck a dork. He brought his nose to my head and took a deep breath in.

"You smell better than good. Like apple and spices,"

"That's a good thing?" I asked I could feel my whole body relax as I curl up into his arms.

"It sure is," I could hear the smile in his voice. Neither of us said anything for a while just enjoying the close company. "What's your favorite book?" Emmett asked I was shocked by his voice as it broke the silence.

"'Alice in Wonderland', it's been my favorite ever since I was a little girl. My grandma had this most beautiful ornament tea set, made of glass. The milk jug was in the shape of a position bottle with "Drink Me" written in gold on the side of it. The sugar bowl was a tiny treasure chest with "Eat Me" on the lid. Each of the tea cups had little symbols on the handle to show who they belong too. Alice's had a little door, the Mad Matter had a hat and the White Rabbit had a pocket watch. It really was the most wonderful thing to look at. I was heartbroken when my grandma died and my aunt Tabby took the tea set," I felt silly afterward telling about the tea set all he had asked was what my favorite book is. "What's your favourtie book?" I asked to move the attention from me.

"Anything by Stephen King. That man knows how to write. If I had to pick it would be one of his less known stories. It's a novella called 'The Body'. Have you ever seen the 80's film 'Stand By Me'?" The same sounds familiar…. Oh I know.

"With River Phoenix and that kid from 'The Goonies'?"

"Yeah that one. Well 'The Body' is the original story of 'Stand By Me' I just love the coming of age story that you get with that book," we lapsed back in to silence.

"Emmett," there was a few seconds silence before he responded.

"Ummmm,"

"What broke you?" I asked in a quite voice.

"I'll tell you some other time Rosie, I promise," His voice was different, sleepy.

"Why not now?" I don't mean to be pushy.

"Because I don't want you to leave me," He was most defiantly falling asleep; his voice was nothing more than a murmur.

"I'm won't leave you," I clung to him tighter. "Promise," That's doesn't mean he won't leave me.

What's your favorite book? I'm with Emmett with this one ;0)

The song used in this chapter is called '18th Floor Balcony' By Blue October. Those who know me, know I have the biggest obsession with them.

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