Chapter 10: Rosalies Pain

Emmett unlocked the door to his and Rosalie's apartment. "Rosie! You home baby?" he asked as he walked inside. He walked into the living room to find his girlfriend fast asleep on the couch, her arm tucked under her head. Smiling he stroked her hair from her face before grabbing the quilt off the couch, covering her with it.

Their apartment was more of a loft, they had bought it together just after they spent the weekend with Emmett's parents. The loft was big enough and perfect for the two of them and Maggie.

After checking on Maggie, Emmett was starting to unpack some of the boxes in the bedroom. Lifting up a book, a picture fell out of it. Reaching down he picked the picture up, turning it over to reveal a man standing in front of a large mansion with his arm wrapped around Rosalie, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen.

The man had a smile on his face that looked like he had just won the gold medal at the Olympics, but Rosalie's face…it looked sullen. Her smile was forced. Looking at the book, staring at the page the book had turned to.

May 15th, 2006

Dear Diary,

It is easier to hide the bruises now, now that Royce doesn't hit me any higher than my torso or grabs my arms,, I still feel like a shell. How can a man I had trusted, believed that I could ever have a future with become such an evil monster?

He tells me I deserve it every time, to train me to be "a good wife" as he puts it constantly….

Emmett quickly put the picture back in the book slamming it closed. He looked back over at Maggie, standing by her crib. "He was a rich man huh?" he muttered to himself as he looked at the baby sleeping in her crib. He let out a sigh. "Of course he was a rich man, why wouldn't he be a rich man? Rosalie deserves to be showered with everything she could ever want," he murmured.

"I don't want it," Rosalie answered behind him.

Emmett stood up, looking over at his girlfriend. "I didn't mean to read it," he insisted.

"I know, I saw it drop," she answered.

"How long have you been there?" he asked.

"A few minutes," she replied.

Emmett closed his eyes. "Rosie…" he started. Rosalie walked over, hugging him around his waist.

"I just want you before you say anything else," she told him.

Emmett hugged her gently, rubbing her back with a small smile. She pulled back holding onto his arms. "I like my greasy auto mechanic when he comes home," she commented with a laugh. She entwined her fingers with his as her smile grew a little bigger. "My monkey man," she added laughing. Emmett chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Your monkey man?" he asked.

Rosalie laughed, resting her forehead against his chest. "Yeah," she answered. Emmett smiled as he hugged her close.

"Okay I can live with that nickname," he commented.

He lifted her chin up, kissing her gently. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled away, moving her hands up and down his arms. "Mm I should make some dinner, Maggie will be waking up soon," she commented. Before Emmett could say anything she left the room. He let out a sigh, moving his fingers through his short hair. Anytime they got close to becoming intimate she runs out.

No matter how long he and Rosalie had been together, she would talk about the beatings and mention the rape, but he knew she wasn't facing it.

Rosalie sighed as she started dicing carrots when Emmett walked up behind her, making her jump. "Hey, easy Rosie," he murmured.

"Sorry you startled me," she commented.

"I could tell," he answered.

He kept his arms around her waist. "You're okay," he assured her. He cleared his throat. "My dad…suggested something today," he commented.

"Your dad?' she asked.

He reached into his back pocket, holding up a card. "This is a good friend of his, one of the best psychologists in the business," he told her.

"You told your dad everything?" she demanded.

"No, I just told him you've been having nightmares because of a bad boyfriend," he replied.

"So you want me to see a shrink?" she demanded.

"Rosie I want you to feel better," he answered.

"I'm fine, Emmett, I am FINE."

Emmett sighed. "Rosie, I love you, I'll always love you, but how can this relationship work if you don't trust me?" he asked.

"I do trust you!" she answered.

"Not completely, baby, because if you did, you wouldn't be afraid of me hurting you," he told her.

"I'm not afraid of you hurting me," she answered.

"You jump when I just want to hug you from behind."

Emmett shook his head slowly. "I love you Rosalie and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, I would like to marry you one day, but how can that happen if you don't trust me?" he asked.

"Are you leaving me because of this?" she asked.

"My God Rosie aren't you listening?" he asked.

The young woman stared at her boyfriend. "I promised you I would never leave you. Damn Rosie I'm here aren't I?" he asked.

"Emmett, just the intimacy part is just…frightening," she murmured.

Emmett sighed, resting his forehead against hers. "Baby, it doesn't have to be," he answered. Rosalie closed her eyes.

"Emmett I see his face when I sleep," she told him.

"Rosie, talk to me. You say you've been raped, but you don't face it," he murmured.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" she asked pulling back.
"Talk to me," he answered.

Rosalie sighed as she held his hand, leading him into the living room.

Sitting down, Rosalie bit her lower lip, closing her eyes. "When we first lived in New York, it was all so perfect, beautiful," she murmured. Emmett held her hand, moving his thumb over the top of her hand. "It wasn't like Royce and I hadn't done anything before that moment…but…we were living there for about five months. We were…sitting in the living room watching movies…" she started. Her hand started shaking in his. Emmett lifted her hand up, kissing her knuckles gently.

Rosalie let out a deep breath. "He started…moving his hand up my blouse, I told him 'no'," she murmured. She let out a deep breath as she sat back against the arm of the couch. "But he kept moving his hand up more and more and when I pulled his hand away, I got up and told him that I wasn't in the mood, but he just got so mad. He got up and he grabbed onto me…" she trailed off. She let out a deep breath. "I couldn't scream, I couldn't hit, I was too scared to do anything. His face looked so distorted, evil," she whispered.

Emmett felt sick to his stomach at her explanation. "He threw me down on the floor and then he…" she started.

"No stop," Emmett answered.

Rosalie bit her lower lip, swallowing hard. "He started ripping at my clothes…" she started. She let out a deep breath. "He had my arms pinned above my head…" she started. Emmett let out a deep breath as he pulled her into a hug. "When I tried to scream at one point, he started punching me," she sniffled. She started crying into his chest. "He punched me so hard I started seeing stars and that's when he started raping me," she sobbed.

Emmett felt sick, holding Rosalie close. "When he was done he just got up, kicked me said this was all I was good for and left me there," she finished. She let out a sob. "I felt disgusted with myself, I sat in the shower for what felt like hours letting the hot water wash over me," she explained. Emmett felt his heart break into a million pieces.

He got up from the couch, leaning against the wall with a shaky sigh. Rosalie got up. "Emmett I'd understand if you…." she started. He grabbed a hold of her arms, pulling her into a hug, stroking her hair. Rosalie cried into his chest.

"No baby, no, I'll never leave you. You told him 'no'. No matter what he said Rosie you told him no, that is rape," he whispered.

She sniffled, burying her head into his shoulder. "Rosalie I love you so much," he murmured. Rosalie sobbed.

"Why do you love me so much?" she asked sniffling.

"Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why are there millions of stars in the skies?" he asked quietly.

Emmett rubbed her arms gently. "Rosalie, I have loved you for a long time, a very long time. I wouldn't say love at first sight, because honestly you were a pain in the ass," he commented laughing a little. Rosalie laughed.

"You were a pain in my ass too," she answered.

Chuckling, he kissed her tenderly while pulling her close. He pulled back, taking a chance and kissed her neck gently. Rosalie bit her lower lip. "Emmett, not yet," she said quietly.

"I know," he answered.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Rosie you're just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," he whispered. He saw her smile fade. "What? What did I say?" he asked.

"I have to ask, are you only with me because I'm beautiful? Do you love me for my beauty?" she asked.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"All Royce would tell me was how beautiful I am," she replied.

"Rosie, I'm not Royce. I love everything about you, you're smart, funny, beautiful, everything a guy should want. Well, you're everything I want," he said smiling.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You could be the ugliest girl in the world and I'd still love you," he chuckled. Rosalie laughed, throwing her arms around his neck. Emmett lifted her up off the ground, swinging her around. She laughed, clinging to him. "Now that's music to my ears. That laugh," he murmured kissing her shoulder.

He set her back down on the floor, smiling as she kissed his chest gently. "I love you Emmett," she said quietly.

"I love you Rosalie," he answered.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, kissing her gently. Rosalie kissed him back, her hand moving over his arm. Emmett pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "I promise, when the time is right, it'll be perfect Rosie," he whispered.

"I'll try to believe that," she whispered.

"You better believe it," he answered smiling.

Rosalie smiled back before he kissed her again.

(New York)

Royce King sat at his desk when a couple of men walked in. "Where the hell is she?" he demanded.

"This girl can cover her tracks," one guy informed.

Royce slammed his hand on his desk. "Find her!" he snapped. Picking up the picture of Rosalie on his desk, a grin appeared on his face. "You're still mine Rosalie, all mine," he hissed.

(Seattle)

Rosalie woke up in the middle of the night with a small gasp. Looking over, she saw Emmett still fast asleep. The sheets were all bunched up around his waist, giving her a clear view of his well built torso. Rosalie leaned forward, kissing his chest gently. She pulled back when Emmett shifted, waking up. "Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied.

She moved up so she was eye to eye with him. "Just hold me," she whispered. Emmett nodded his head slowly, hugging her close to him. "I love you," she whispered. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too," he answered, nuzzling her neck before they went back to sleep.