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Against the wall

I was listening to him speak through the speaker phone, unable to make a single sound that let him know I was still on the line. His voice hadn't changed at all in all these years, not a single bit. All my human memories involving Royce King came crashing down on me like a movie. I closed my eyes to get rid of them, but everything I did wasn't taking the fear away from me.

This was just too much to handle by myself. I wanted to call Emmett or Carlisle or Jasper even Edward, but I just couldn't move a single muscle. My phone crashed on the floor again and I was suddenly afraid that I had broken it, because if I did I was more than sure Royce would be here in no time.

When I noticed that the line was cut, I tried to stand up but my legs weren't responding as they should, making me fall again, not even my vampire reflexes stopped that my body crashed to the floor. My hands were shaking, my non beating heart was pounding in my chest and a heavy sensation of sorrow and fear were overtaking my whole body. But there was nothing I could do against it.

How did he find me? How does he know that I am a vampire? Who told him? Who else knows about me and my family? Where is he? Could he be nearby? Can he see me now?

I stood up and ran to the front door, locking it pushing a couch against the door. I did the same with the windows, curtains and panels around the house. Half way to the back door, my cell phone rang again and I involuntarily screamed at the sound. With a shaky hand, I took the phone and read the name on the screen and sighed heavily.

It was Emmett.

I can't answer him. I can't, he will notice something's wrong with me. He knows me too well, I thought as I waited until the voicemail answered his call, and the next four calls he placed. When my hands stopped shaking, I sent him a text message.

*Hi baby! Sorry I missed your call, I was arranging my closet. Making more space for new things, you know. Have fun baby. Yours, Rose*

He answered back quickly.

*Are you okay? I was getting worried because you didn't pick up the phone. That means you are planning to go shopping, oh God save us! I will. Love and miss you. Emm*

I took another breath, trying to calm my trembling hands so I could reply him back.

*Don't forget how much I love you baby. I would do anything to keep you safe. I promise. Forever yours, Rosalie*

That message contained so many things, so many emotions that I felt like I was saying goodbye to him. I hoped he didn't catch the hidden messages. Emmett answered back quickly.

*Never. See you on Sunday. Take care and call me if you need me. Love you, Emmett*

I sighed again taking the charger and my phone upstairs with me, just in case I needed to call Emmett. I wandered around, to make sure one more time that I was alone inside my house and by all means it made me feel a little safer. Not that locking all the doors and closing all the windows could have stopped Royce from getting inside the house and do whatever his plans were with me. At that thought, reality washed over me.

"What if Royce wants to rape me again?" I mumbled.

And I stopped strolling around the house; my feet were glued to the boards of the hallway. I looked behind my shoulders and I swear I saw something, a shadow like figure moving fast downstairs. Panic overtook my senses and I screamed. Screamed so loud that some of our family portraits shattered and crashed on the hardwood floor with a strenuous noise. My body was so tense, that I couldn't move a single muscle. I was shaking, my skin tingled, and my head felt like it was going to explode any minute. Taking a few deep and calming breaths, I realized that it was my imagination and the last memories of my human life that were playing games and tricks on me.

There was no way Royce could be inside the house without me even noticing it, it was just impossible. I stood up from the ground quickly when I thought about Alice. She could see me if she turned her gaze to me, and I want them as far away from this mess as I could take them. Royce King was evil, he could bring Esme and Alice the same pain he did to me when I was a human, and that was out of question. His abusive behavior wasn't going to reach them. Not if I kept my calm and do as he asked me to.

"I don't want anyone of my family to know what is going on. I need to calm down and think straight, because Royce is a man of words." Still shaking, I walked to the kitchen to look for the broom to clean up the shattered portraits on the hallway. I did it, acting as normal as I could, just in case Alice decided to check on me.

The phone went dead for hours. Neither Royce nor Emmett had called me again. That night was the longest night in my entire vampire existence. Every sound of the wind on my windows, the creek of the wooden floor as the wood compresses and expands, the shuffling of the tree branches against each other outside, made me jump and scream in fear. I crawled onto the bed, all the lights were turned on, bringing Emmett's pillow up and hugging it to my chest tightly. Nuzzling my face on it to get his smoothing scent to try and calm my troubled soul a bit.

The only thing I could do was to wait for Royce to contact me as soon as he thought possible, so he could get whatever he wants from me and I would be in peace with my husband once again, like it had always been.

Morning raised and I was still looking at the window. Emmett had left one good morning text message and excused himself if he didn't call later because they were going deep into the mountains and he may not have signal on his phone. I texted him back telling that it was fine and that he didn't need to worry about me. He said he loved me, but I couldn't reply back.

I stayed in bed for almost half day until I heard a truck pulling up into our driveway. Fear was creeping me out again, when I hesitantly walked up to the hallway window to look that it was an UPS truck.

I haven't ordered anything and I know Emmett hasn't either.

Hearing the human shuffling things inside the truck, moving boxes away to find the one he needed to deliver. After a few minutes, the man jumped out the back of the truck and walked to the front door.

"Good afternoon. Package for Rosalie Hale." He called, pressing the ringer Emmett insisted to place on the door a few months ago. I took a few steps downstairs telling him that I was on my way. As soon as I opened the door, the man handed me an envelope and asked me to sign my name on his electronic pad. Once I did, he took it and walked away to his truck while I remained there, on the front porch looking at an envelope with Royce King's handwriting on it.

I used my sharp nails to tear it up, while I closed the door and flopped on the couch. I emptied the envelope content on the couch and a few papers flew out of it. I examined the papers one by one, surprised that there was one airline ticket to New Your City for tonight and a letter.

Lilly.

Follow my instructions as I said. By the time you read this letter, I know you most have seen the flight ticket. I want you to get a small bag and head to the airport to take that plane. Forget about your used lingerie, I already got some new and elegant pieces waiting for you here.

Don't try anything. It's not going to be worth it. Misses you.

Yours,

Royce King

As I studied it, I noticed that it was a one way ticket to JFK airport in New York City. The flight departed at five thirty via US Airways, I turned to glance at the clock and sighed heavily, it was two fifty-five. That meant that I only had one hour to get ready and do as Royce asked me in the letter. I needed to focus my head on the right state of mind if I didn't want Alice to blow everything, and avoid that Emmett got involved in this mess. As soon as I read the letter I destroyed it because the more time I kept it in my hands, the more probabilities that Alice could see and know everything, just in case she decided to take a look on me. And I didn't want that.

I went to my room as calm as I could and grabbed one of my Dolce and Gabbana bags. I only threw inside the extremely necessary things. I didn't want to give Royce the satisfaction and enjoyment of seeing me carrying luggage around JFK airport. Why did I need a bag for? I was going to die anyways. I wasn't going to bring luggage. And also because I wanted to create the illusion that I was just going on a normal shopping trip, just in case my perceptive sister would turn her eyes at me.

I called a cab and sat on the couch to wait for it to pick me up. I heard the cab pulling in on my driveway and I sighed again, getting more anxious of what was going to come. About half way to the front door, I turned back to leave Emmett a small note. It wasn't fair of me to just disappear, because I knew my man would move mountains and swim oceans looking for me. And he had all eternity to do it.

Taking a white sheet of paper, I began to write the note I needed Emmett to find so he could make his own judgment about my reasons to leave. I wanted him to get mad, to hate me so that way I was sure that he would not come to look for me.

I folded the piece of paper neatly, placing it right where Emmett tosses his keys when he opens the front door. I wrote his name on it, sobbing slightly as I closed the door behind me.

I was giving up on my house, on my life and on my husband and going to see what had Royce prepared for me.

I asked the cab driver to take me to Seattle airport and the ride was filled with silence, the driver didn't even turn to look at me and I was grateful for that. We were in Seattle airport in a blink of an eye and my nerves were a wreck inside of me. I walked like a zombie to the designated gate and sat on a chair for a while, until our flight was called. It only took a couple of minutes until we all began to board the plane and I found my seat next to the window. I buckled my seat belt, took a deep breath and closed my eyes, a sudden wave of fear creeping into me, knowing that I was entirely in Royce King's grasps.

Now it was just matter of time until I get face to face with my worst nightmare.

A/N: No good... no good... What do you think? Reviews are sweet as Emmett. He deserves one... *winks*