Rosalie's Point

"Rose?" he asked.

I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to say yes, but the words couldn't come out, they were lodged in my throat somewhere. I looked up at him and his perfect eyes looked back down at me. His thumb wiped the tears from my eyes and he smiled. I didn't even know that I was crying.

"Oh, Emmett..." I replied, sighing his name... I nodded, because my voice seemed to lodge itself away again.

"I love you..." he whispered with the the biggest smile on his face that I had ever seen.

"I love you, too..." I replied.

He pulled me in close and I heard the lock unlatch behind us. I didn't turn to see who walked in, but Emmett shifted upward a bit.

"Well, howdy, sheriff!" he said with another smile.

"I thought that you might be in here, Rosie," my father said.

"Hi, daddy," I replied.

"What are you doing in here? You know you shouldn't be in the cell."

I shrugged. "Being with the man I love..."

Emmett pulled me up with him and we sat on his tiny cot holding hands. "I'm sorry, Jack... I didn't mean to lure her into my evil lair," he said with a small smile.

I looked up at my dad. He looked as mean as the devil, but was as friendly as a caterpillar. He looked down at me with a small smile. "Why, alright. Emmett, son, we're gonna need to interrogate you. Even though you had already come clean about the ordeal. Rosie, we'll have to ask you some questions as well as a witness."

"But, daddy, I didn't see anything. All I know is that one minute Em was behind me, the next he was punching Royce in the face..." I said.

Emmett squeezed my hand. "It's alright, honey. Just go in there and answer some of their questions... then you can wait in the lobby for me..."

I looked down at my feet and nodded. "When I get out into the lobby... what if Royce is still there?"

He tightened. "I don't know..." He put his hands on either sides of my face. "It'll be alright... I'm sure we'll figure something out."

His hands were so soft on my face, despite their roughness. I put my hand over one of his and closed my eyes.

"I love you," I said.

He smiled. "I love you too." Then he kissed me softly. Latke walked in. "I gotta go, baby."

I kissed him again, but I was sad to see him go. Dad looked at me. "I don't want to be questioned. I wasn't a witness. I didn't see anything. I would be no help, and I'm biased."

Dad just shook his head and walked me out. "Then you'll have to sit in the lobby. It'll be alright. I'll go get two cappuchinos from the breakroom and bring one out to you."

I sat on a chair and crossed my arms. I didn't see Royce anywhere, so that made things better. A woman walked up to me. She had a hard smile on her face, but I gave her the benifit of the doubt.

"Are you Rosalie?" she asked, her voice annoyingly high pitched and I knew that this wouldn't end well.

I nodded. "Yes."

"You little bitch! How dare you even suggest that my baby raped you? Who the fuck do you think you are?" she yelled.

"The sheriff's daughter, ma'am," my father interrupted. "Is there a problem?"

She turned on her heel and looked my father up and down. Somehow, I knew that she would end up with her nose in the air. "Well, your daughter is a lying little whore."

"Excuse me?" he asked.

Daddy was getting real mad, I could tell. His boot was tapping and the vein in his neck was starting to appear.

"She's lying about my son, Royce. She's going around, telling the WHOLE town that he's raped her... and I don't-"

"Now listen here, bitch... I know for a fact that you're Royce raped my Rosalie," I heard Emmett sneer his name. When had he come out into the lobby? "I found her after your ROYCE found her. She hasn't been home to her own house in days. Right now, Rosalie's room's being black lighted. Do you know what that means you snooty little gold digging whore?" She just tilted her head up higher and looked down at him. His voice got a little lower. "It means that they'll find all of your Royce's semen, and the..." He paused. His voice got even lower. "And the other guys' semen on her wooden floors. Finding them all guilty."

Her mouth dropped and she just walked out of the station. I finally exhaled and I found myself unable to breathe. Emmett sat down beside me and held me in his arms. No one said anything Emmett just comforted me wordlessly like no other person could. He held me close and it seemed to work for me.

"Daddy... can I just have my coffee now?" I whispered.

He held it out and Emmett got it for me. "Listen.. Jack... for what I said... I apol-"

"It's okay, Emmett. I really appreciate what you did for my Rosie just then. That women had no right to just walk in here and talked to her that way," dad said.

I just sat there and sipped at my coffee until Emmett and I went back to his cell. I still couldn't say anything.

"When this finally goes down, when it's all over... I'm gonna make you my wife..." was all Emmett said.

That's all he needed to say.