It's been...a long ass time. I apologize. It would take me a lifetime to explain how hard the past few months have been on me. But we're here now, and that's what matters :D
It's a pretty solid chapter, but it gets rough at the end. Tighten up those big girl panties and ride it through! I promise it will be worth it!
A familiar tone brought Rose out of her sleep. She couldn't place it at first; it was muffled and seemed distant in her sleep induced haze. Without opening her eyes, she threw an arm toward the bed-side table trying to get it to stop. When that didn't work, she sat up, still bleary, and tried to locate the source of the sound she now knew to be her ringtone. A pile of clothes sat on the floor and she saw her phone lying face down in it. Just as she grabbed it, it stopped ringing.
Every time!
She nestled back under the covers and checked the missed call. The area code was familiar, but the number wasn't. While she waited for the person to leave a message, she watched Emmett sleep. Sweaty curls had matted around his temples, his brow was furrowed, his body was completely tense. This was not the relaxed sleep he had the night before. Rose felt guilty that she was the one to cause him all this grief. Had she not come into his life, he wouldn't be going through all this pain and worry now.
Her phone dinged, telling her she had a voicemail. The sound made Emmett jump in his sleep, and Rose laughed a little. Although quiet, the sound was enough to wake the fitfully sleeping man up. He opened his eyes, surprised to see her.
"Oh my God. You're actually here," he said, half teasing. He yawned and stretched, wrapping his arms around her.
"Of course I am. Where else would I be?"
"I don't know. New Orleans. Orlando. Dallas. Las Vegas. The moon. I don't know all your hobbies," he teased.
"Really? You think I'd go to Dallas? Fort Worth, maybe, but Dallas? Puh-lease." They laughed.
She did understand the root of his incredulity. Her track record wasn't that great. Still, he should know better. He meant everything to her. She just didn't know how to show him. A blow-job at the zoo just didn't seem like enough. She had to figure out how to make him feel as special as he made her feel, without sex being involved. Relationships based purely on physical love never last. Rose had been in enough to know. She had mistaken lust for love and had it bite her in the ass. She wanted to prove to Emmett that this was real on her end; he had already done it for her. You don't leave your job for days to follow a woman on the run to a different state to profess your lust to her. It doesn't happen. That's how she knew. Everything since then has been gravy.
"So who's the call from?" Emmett's question brought her out of her thoughts.
"I have no idea. They left a message though."
"Check it. Maybe it's your brother from a new phone or something."
"Maybe." Rose hit the voicemail. Her chest tightened as she waited, her stomach balled into an icy pit of lead. She knew that this wasn't just Jasper calling from a new phone.
At first she heard nothing, just a little feedback from the phone itself. Then a man's voice came on, one she didn't recognize but shook her to her core just the same.
"Rose, my beautiful, lovely Rose. You've broken my heart, Rose. You've betrayed me. It's okay though. We'll be together in the end. I'll see you soo-" The stalker's eerie threat was cut short by a voice in the background. He hung up, and the message ended.
Rose slowly sat up in the bed, as if somehow changing her physical position could give her more clarity on the situation. She put the phone on the bed next to Emmett. He picked it up and listened while she ran her fingers through the ends of her hair. When Emmett was done, he dropped the phone in his lap and took a deep breath.
"Now what?" He asked, letting out his breath slowly, trying not to let his anger get the best of him. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to tear through the hotel, room by room, until he found out who the bastard was that was following them. If he was even here. That's where his plan fell apart, and that's why he let Rose do the thinking.
"Fuck if I know at this point. Should we give Felix a call? Tell the police? Our third option is getting the hell out of Dodge, and our fourth is staying until it's sorted out. Up to you really, because at this point I'm ready to burn the hotel down and run."
"Is that option three? Or do I have to pay extra for the arson?"
"I'm so not in the mood, Em. We have to either stay and tell someone now, or leave now." Rose hoped he could make a big decision like this because she wasn't strong enough right then. She wanted to crawl into his arms and never come out. Not until it was safe anyway.
"Then let's go. We'll give Felix a call, let him know what's up as long as he doesn't go to the cops, and then we'll leave. Anywhere you want to go that isn't on that computer already."
"Wait, why not? I have the whole trip planned out on here!" She was nothing if not organized, and she sure as hell wasn't going to lose that one part of herself without a good damned reason.
"He was in your apartment. He found you here. The only way that could have happened was if he was either really diligent at keeping a tail on you, or he was on your computer in your apartment. No guy's that good at following a girl around. We have to pee eventually."
Emmett made great points. She tried to think as little as possible about all of her things being violated, so she never thought about that pervert touching her computer.
"Where should we go then?"
"New Orleans was next on your list, so definitely not there. I was thinking, maybe, well," he said awkwardly, dancing around a clearly uncomfortable subject he was about to bring up.
"Where, Emmett?" Now she was curious and impatient. "Just say it, it can't possibly be that bad!"
"I was thinking maybe we could see Edward and Bella. We're going to be out of town for a long time anyway, you were already thinking about going out there, I haven't seen Edward in a long time," he trailed off, waiting for an objection, an outrageous display of hatred, any terrible reaction. Instead, Rosalie just sat and thought about it for a moment.
"I think it's a good idea. If this guy's a stalker worth his salt, he'll know that I absolutely hate both of them. He won't see this coming. Good call, babe."
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James finished his work on the motorcycle. He was glad Emmett had to park so far from the entrance of the hotel. He was able to work quickly and without the added worry that the asshole Felix would find him.
After carefully checking for people who might see him, he gathered up his tools and jogged to Jane's waiting car. She greeted him with a smile. He couldn't help but smile back as he tossed the tool kit on the back seat. As odd as she was, as cold and harsh as her features were, there was still something he found incredibly appealing about her. Something inviting him in, telling him to come hither and take a bite while no one's looking. If he wasn't so desperate, determined, not desperate, to get his Rose, he would probably put Jane in his sights.
"Everything taken care of?" Jane asked.
"Yeah. It's done. I've never screwed with a bike before, but it can't be that different than a car. A line here, a bolt there, it's all good."
"You've done this to a car before?" Jane seemed taken aback. "Who was the guy?"
"Actually," James said, smiling, "it was Rose."
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Everything was packed. After a silent standoff, Felix "won" the honor of carrying Rose's bags down to the elevator then out to the car. Rose promised Emmett that he could carry Mommy's purse next time, earning a glare from him. Luckily Felix was out of earshot or he would have laughed.
She joked to get her mind off the seriousness of the situation. She was not exactly thrilled about leaving the hotel under the circumstances, and she was certainly not looking forward to seeing her brother and new sister-in-law. On the other hand, maybe it would be a good opportunity to have Emmett bring up all the shit he's been hiding. If he didn't bring it up soon, she would have Alice find it. Alice could dig up dirt on anyone.
Oh shit. Alice!
"Em, as soon as we get on the road, I have to call Alice!"
"Okay. I don't know why that's going to be a problem. You'll be driving your car, I'll be on the bike."
"Whoa, are you seriously going to drive that thing all the way across the country?"
"Um, I was thinking about it, but judging on your response...no?"
"I just don't know why you'd do that. That's stupid."
"Okay then. What am I supposed to do with it though?"
"We can put it in a special storage garage in the back of the hotel. Just leave me the keys and I'll move it later," Felix said. "It's no problem. You can call and have it shipped to Chicago later or come back and pick it up later. We do it for guests occasionally. It typically costs a significant amount of money, but yours is a special case, so we'll waive the fee."
"Money's no object here, Felix," Emmett said. "Just let me know and I'll pay it."
"Well, that's nice, but I'd rather not leave the paperwork for someone here to mistakenly give to the wrong person. While we hire great people here, not everyone is MENSA-material, if you catch my drift."
They all laughed. Felix put the bags down in the lobby, took Rose's keys, and went out to get her car. Rose took the opportunity to throw herself into Emmett's arms. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and even though he had taken a shower, he smelled a little zoo-y. They would have to go shopping for him. The hotel hadn't had time to replace anything; it had been less than 24 hours since the attack. Still, it was better for them to leave now than risk another shake down just for new clothes. Still, the smell was enjoyable. He started rubbing her back exactly where she needed it right then. His hands were so big, it wasn't like he could miss anyway. She stood there and let herself enjoy the moment like she hadn't done in so long.
A honk let them know that Felix had pulled the car up. Emmett snatched the bag before Rose could get it herself, but even more importantly before Felix could come get it. She rolled her eyes. Men!
As she walked out the doors, she looked back over the lobby. She knew it was paranoia, but it seemed like that pale blonde woman was following her. Crazy though. The hotel wasn't that big, and the only places to hang out during the day are the lobby and the pool. She was well dressed, so obviously she wasn't going to be at the pool. Still, little things like that were burying themselves into her subconscious and eating away at her.
Felix held the passenger side door for her, but she stopped short.
"Whoa, I'm driving. This is my car. But thank you for your display of chauvinism, Felix," Rose said curtly. Felix's eyes opened wide. He put both hands up and back away from the car. To see such a large man be frightened by a woman of Rose's size and stature was truly a sight to behold, and one that made Emmett shake with silent laughter. She turned and glared at him. He very suddenly found it un-funny and decided to put the bag in the car before she put him in the trunk.
"So sorry, Miss Hale. Can we do anything else for you today?"
"Not that I can think of." Rose sighed. "You'll keep us updated on what's going on here right?"
"Of course. If I catch wind of anything, even if it's something they aren't going to tell you, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Felix. You've been incredible through this whole thing." She reached up and gave him a light hug. He stiffened with her touch, and made awkward eye contact with Emmett. It was over quickly and Felix regained his composure.
"Can't thank you enough, man," Emmett said, extending his hand. When Felix shook it, a brief, but painful "Who Can Squeeze Harder?" battle ensued. Ten seconds of near bone-crushing grip was enough to let them know they were evenly matched. Once their testosterone fueled grudge match was over, Emmett slid a tip into Felix's pocket. Despite his irrational jealousy, he was able to recognize that the man had done his best to protect them, and acted quickly and in their best interests.
Rose and Emmett finally got into the car, in their Rose-assigned seats. They waved to Felix, and drove off into the mid-morning sun.
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"Where are they going? Where are they going? God dammit where are they going!"
James was fuming. Jane was of no help after all. Useless. Fucking useless, just like the rest of them. But she knew too much, and if he said he was going to leave her, she'd probably run. Fuck! He didn't know what he was going to do with her, but he sure as hell wasn't going to drag around some piece of shit broad who couldn't pull her weight. She had one job, one damn job to do! Now she had the balls enough to sit there, cowering in a corner while he paced the hotel room. Oh how far the mighty have fallen.
He decided she needed to be taught a lesson. He didn't care how much time it took to teach her either.
"Come here, Jane," he said coolly. He sat on the bed, knees spread, and waited for her to obey. She stayed put, terrified to move. Apparently his screaming tirade tipped her off that something really, truly is wrong with this man, and he's playing for keeps.
"Jane, sweetie, come here. I'm not going to hurt you," he said, sweetly. "I'm not mad anymore. I just had to get that out of my system. I promise." James held out his hand and waited for her to come over and take it.
Cautiously, Jane got to her feet. She straightened her clothes and slowly shuffled towards him. She gave him her hand and winced when he took it. He laughed a little and put her hand on his cheek. He took her other hand and placed it on his other cheek, then draw her in close so his chin was resting at her navel. Looking up at her, he smiled. Still unsure of his plans, she smiled back meekly.
Without warning, he grabbed the backs of her legs, lifted her up, and slammed her on the bed, effectively knocking the wind out of her. With his head and upper body still pinning her torso down, he made quick work of her pants. She started fighting back, not because she figured out what he was going to do, but because she realized how much it was going to hurt. He finally wrestled her pants and panties off her, but she started bucking and kicking.
"Keep fighting. That's what makes it better, baby." He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over in one quick move.
"You are fucking disgusting!"
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back. She screamed as she felt chunks come out.
"Keep running your mouth and we'll find out what I can fit in there." He pushed her face back into the mattress and unzipped his jeans. His cock burst free and he set himself in place behind Jane's raised, unprepped ass. He took one finger and dipped it inside her pussy. She wasn't nearly as wet as he thought she'd be, but he was satisfied.
He rubbed the juice he collected across the tip of his cock, which made him grow even harder. He put one arm around her waist for balance, placed himself at her back entrance, and pushed through without warning. As he entered, he buried her face into the bed to muffle her screams. He slammed in and out of her like a jackhammer, not giving her the chance to recover. And then the best thing happened...
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And scream she did. Once the initial shock wore off, she screamed and shook and tried to buck him off, but he was a pro. So she just gave up. Instead of fighting him, she took the punishment. She took it, because what she had been doing up to that point was betraying all women, everywhere. She was aiding a rapist, and that's the lowest form of woman there is.
But then the worst part happened. Her body began to betray her. While she was locked away in her private hell, her body was doing what bodies do. Responding to all the stimulation, her body was actually starting to orgasm. She tried to stop it, tried to remind it of what was actually happening, but it just...happened.
As she reached her peak, James hit his as well. She could feel him release inside of her, his filthy seed in probably the most fitting place for it. If it wasn't still so incredibly painful, she would've laughed.
He was still bent over her, inside of her, touching her. She wanted to bathe in bleach to get the filth off and out of her, but she dared not move. He finally decided to sit up, and he pulled out quickly, which was not only painful but it made a sound that Jane never wanted to hear again. He went straight for the bathroom, leaving her to just lay face down on the bed until he got out.
In that miserable moment, she made one decision: He will never get that girl.
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Next chapter will have a few chunks of some Em back story ;)
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