Alright, guys, I'm so so so so SO sorry about the slow update. I'm in the middle of a personal crisis, and it's really bad. But, I'm still writing this, and I hope you guys are still reading. Anyway, my friends dad went in to surgery on Halloween morning, he came out, he's fine. He'll be out of the hospital soon, yay! So, that's a plus in my crappy life. Haha, alright, enjoy this chapter! And I'm warning you in advance, this chapter is very violent, so if you're not good with that, I advise being careful reading this.

Rosalie's POV

I struggled against Royce's grip, in an attempt to save myself, an attempt to keep the seconds I had on this earth going. He continuously struck me with his vile hands, just weakening my physical and emotional strength. He shoved me to the ground and I knew exactly what was coming. As his lips never disconnected from my skin, he gradually skimmed his hands down my body. Reaching my jeans, I tensed beneath him. Desperately searching my mind for something I knew about self defense, I recalled reading an article about jabbing them in the eyes and punching their nose. I had no idea if this would work, but becoming more and more fraught by the second, my fist flew up towards his face. I heard a splintering crack and Royce stared down at me with annoyance etched upon his expression. I took this as an opportunity to poke at his beady eyes. I took two of my fingers and drove them deep into the sockets. His hands flew from the front of my jeans and up to his face; I kicked up at him and clawed at his chest with my sharp nails. He jumped off me screeching, half-muttering some fowl language that shouldn't be repeated. I shot up to my feet and stumbled over to my poor shattered and broken cell phone. Sliding up the keyboard, I pressed the only three keys needed in this situation. 911.

I heard it ring once, twice, three times. Why the hell weren't they picking up?!

"Hello, 911 operators, please state your emergency." I heard a woman say into the receiver.

"Yes, I'm Rosalie Hale, I need help." As quickly as my lips could move, I explained to her what had just ensued through ragged breaths as I saw Royce slowly staggering towards me with rage ignited in his eyes.

After the 911 operator told me she had a police car and an ambulance, even though I assured her I was fine, on the way, I leisurely backed up toward my kitchen. Thank god for steak knives. Delectable cutting tools and good for self defense when a man was trying to rape you. Grabbing the nearest one I could find, I held it up in front of me "Don't come any closer, Royce King. If you do, I swear I will shove this blade right through you. I'll ruin your life! Just like you ruined mine." I threatened him in a shaky voice.

He laughed once, a dark evil sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Yeah, right, Rosie. You don't have the guts to kill me! Remember, you love me!" My curled fingers tightened and my grip on the knife became stronger. In the hand that didn't hold the knife I felt my nails dig into my palm, I ignored the pain, in order to focus on what was in front of me.
"I do not love you!" I cried, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. Even the memory of once loving this monster brought shame to my name. I heard sirens wailing in the distance, and I knew Royce heard them too, his head turned slightly to where the noise was coming from. Blood was still running down his face from me breaking his nose. Seeing him turn towards my window, head held high, the evening sun casting a glow on my dark apartment, I could have sworn he was handsome. Then I brought my mind back to reality, this was the man who just tried to kill me. I was the cause of the blood on his face, not some big tough guy. He wasn't injured in a brawl defending his love; he was injured trying to kill me.

He turned back to me, his skin turning a pasty white, but I saw the determination set in his eyes. He wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted. My breaths picked up a sharp tempo and I heard the sirens seem to get farther away. They're going to someone else… Someone whose life is more important, someone with more value.

The corners of his lips, the lips I'd once kissed but felt nothing of it, turned up slightly. He knew he would win this; Hell, I even knew he'd win this.

He walked forward, with murder flickering in his dark jade eyes, his lips curled up into a menacing grin, and his shoes clicking on my hardwood floor was the only sound in my apartment.

I held the knife up with a trembling hand.

"Royce, stop, you've had your fun. Leave right now."

"Aww, Rosie, I haven't had any fun yet. C'mon, you know you want it too, babe. Give up, Rosie. You know love me."

"I do not love you, Royce! I regret the day I ever met you! I always have, and now I always will! Just leave or else I-"

"You'll what? Hit me again? So what, I can do much worse."

"R-Royce," my voice trembled and I sounded weak. "Get out of here. The cops are on their way, and unless you want to get arrested you better get out! I hate you! Get out!" I ended up screaming.

"Oh Rose, you know you could never hate me, who can?" he responded calmly.

"I sure as hell know a lot of fucking people who hate you, Royce! Now get the fuck out of my apartment!" I shouted.

All of a sudden the door burst open and I saw Alice and Jasper standing at my door gaping at the sight before them.

"Oh, lord…" Alice said, barely above a whisper.

"Get the fuck away from my sister!" Jasper hollered as he sprinted toward me and Royce. Closing the short distance between my front door and where Royce and I were in about seven strides he skidded to a halt in front of me, in a protective stance.

I instinctively crouched behind him for safety, my selfish nature shining through. Alice watched in astonishment, whipping out her phone to call 911 I shook my head, signaling it had already been done. I mouthed 'Get out now!' to her, but she shook her head, standing strong at the door, not daring to leave me or Jasper.

Royce smirked coyly and went to fish something out of his pocket. Jasper narrowed his eyes and I did the same, but inside we were absolutely terrified of what might be there.

"You two think you're so smart, so brave, well, think again." Royce cackled and snatched a small hand gun out of his pocket. Alice let out a small shriek, I gasped, knowing Royce would do something like this, while Jasper narrowed his eyes further.

"Now, Jasper, my man, just move on over. Or else you and the little pixie at the door are going to regret it."

"No, Royce, get out." Jasper practically growled.

"I'm going to get her either way, man, so just make it easier on both of us, and move." He told Jasper calmly, but they could hear the desperation in his voice. I smirked to myself, he knows the cops are coming, and he knows his time is running out. Well, good, let him squirm.

I was lost in my own little mind-rant when I heard the gun being cocked, Jasper shouting, and the famous noise of the gun being fired.

Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion for a few seconds. My head swiveled towards the door long enough to see Alice slap her hands over her mouth in order to stifle her scream. I saw Jasper stare wide-eyed for a fraction of a second before he tackled Royce to the ground.

And I saw the tiny silver bullet, flying through the air at an unimaginable speed.

I felt the sharpest and most excruciating pain I'd ever felt, I felt the bullet penetrate my skin. Felt it lodge into my hipbone. I cried out in pure agony. I had never felt something this painful.

I immediately fell to the ground trying to endure the horrific pain.

Alice 's POV

I heard the gunshot, I saw Rose's eyes widen in shock, and I watched Jazzy pin Royce to the ground.

The next thing I know I hear Rose's earsplitting wail, a sound I'd heard very few times.

"Alice! Get over to Rose! Make a tourniquet with your scarf!" I quickly scurried over to my best friend.

She was curled into a pitiful ball, wincing against the pain. I could see the tears running down her cheeks. The knot in my stomach grew, and I knew I wouldn't be able to do this. But I knew I had to, or else my best friend, my Rose, would die.

I quickly tore my designer scarf off my tiny neck, sighing at the thought that it would be unusable after this. I mentally slapped myself. Get a hold of yourself, Alice! Rose is more important then some stupid scarf… But I love this scarf… NO! I love her more!

I quickly found where the bullet had gone into Rose's skin, it was obvious. The blood was pooling onto the floor.

"Alright, Rose, this is going to hurt. Please, you have to stay strong." I slightly lifted her hip up; she cried out in pain, I flinched, knowing I was the cause of her pain. I continued on, knowing I had to.

"Shh, Rose, shh, it'll be over soon. I promise." I felt salty tears fill my own eyes. She winced but nodded, trusting me with her life.

I slipped the scarf beneath her and thanked the lord she had a small waist; I softly set her bad hip back onto the floor and picked up the other. Pulling the scarf around her waist I pulled it tightly; right over the wound. She whimpered in pain, but I disregarded it, knowing this could save her life.

I heard sirens; they were close, thank god.

Royce was unconscious by the time the police rushed in. They immediately shuffled over to Royce. Pulling him up, they revived him.

"Royce King, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Rosalie Hale."

They handcuffed him quickly, and a stretcher was rushed up to assist Rose. The paramedics quickly surveyed the situation and with me and Jasper's help, we slowly lifted her onto the stretcher.

She was quickly carried away and we heard the ambulance sirens slowly fading into the distance.

"J-Jasper," I sobbed.

"Shh Alice, it's going to be okay, I promise." He rushed over to me and hugged me fiercely. I felt myself go limp in his arms; he looked down at me in concern.

"Alice? Ali, hun, are you all right?" I nodded in response. He shook his head and picked me up bridal style, he softly laid me down on Rosalie's soft leather couch.

"Sleep, Alice, I'll clean this up." He kissed my forehead lovingly, and stroked my cheek. I complied and shut my eyes, feeling the drowsiness nearing.

Jasper's POV

After I was sure Alice was asleep, I got to work on cleaning up the mess.

Going into Rose's bathroom, I found lots of paper towels and cleaning supplies. I went to work on the blood, good god, there was a lot. It wasn't hard to clean the rest, although I found her phone lying near the wall where she had been shot. The screen was cracked, and I could just imagine Rosalie pressing these buttons, desperate for help, to escape the fate Royce had planned for her.

Once the cleaning was done I found a notebook and a ballpoint pen, writing a note to Alice I told her to call me as soon as she woke up.

I was headed to the hospital.

To see if my beloved sister was okay, the sister who I never made up with, but if she was going to die, I had to let her know I loved her.


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