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"Ready?" He smiled and held the door for me with his heel as I descended the stairs. We both looked upon the huge white room and I took a deep breath like I always did before my head went wild, trying to picture the artistry that would soon be on the walls. "Miss Hale, now where would you propose I put the professional paints for your professional artistry madame?" He faked a French accent and I laughed.
"Here, I'll take them." I said. "I don't know which ones you want me to use yet." I took a dark jade colored blue and immediately fell in love with it. I had decided. Emmett set down the box of paints on the floor. I looked over the walls trying to see the final picture. I closed my eyes and I felt Emmett's arms snake around me his soft even breath on my neck. I couldn't breathe now. I was still.
"My mother is in a coma in your father's wing of the hospital, Emmett. She's there because her brain doesn't work anymore. Her brain doesn't work because when I was sixteen, she bought me a car. I told her it was stupid. I told her it was a stupid mistake getting me a car. She knew what I really wanted were some more canvases and this new oil paint from Europe." I laughed to try and keep from crying. I hadn't told anyone about this. Ever. It all just kept pouring out and I didn't even know why I kept telling him this. "She got me a car though… She told me to take it out for a drive. So I did." I gulped and set the paint can on the floor out of my trembling hands. Emmett pulled me into his chest and I stayed there, clinging to him my eyes closed as I told him everything. "We were both in the car. I was driving. She was in the passenger seat. She had her seatbelt on too. My mom said I was the most careful driver she'd ever seen and I was, Emmett. I stopped at every stop sign. Looked both ways three and four times. Everything I was supposed to do and more. But when… When we passed the city limits into Port Angeles where she was originally planning on taking me to buy me a beautiful dress and make me pretty, like she was… But we never made it there… A drunk driver… He, he wasn't paying attention and he hit me… Hit us hard. Later, the police force told me he was going 120. But that didn't matter. What mattered was… I was bleeding. My head had a huge gash in it and I felt the blood seeping into the white shirt my mom had let me borrow just for the occasion. The ruined shirt… The ruined occasion." I absent mindedly ran my fingers across the long scar that ran down from my hairline, behind my ear and down my neck.
"I heard my own crying and screaming, but I didn't hear my mom's. I didn't hear anything." I choked. Emmett's caring arms tightened around me. "I was frantic looking for her as one kind lady called 911 and tried to help me find my mom. I couldn't walk, Emmett. So I lay in the street, my arm broken in three different places, both legs broken, three ribs broken, my collar bone shattered, and every bit of me bruised or bleeding in the arms of a stranger until the hospital finally got there. The police told me they found my mom. She had been thrown against one of the railings. It's a miracle she didn't die then… But the hospital managed to keep her alive… They managed to keep me alive too… They told me I wouldn't be able to walk ever again. They told me I might lose my right arm too. I didn't even think how horrible it would be, not be able to paint at all anymore. Not be able to run and walk again… The only thing I wanted them to tell me was where my mom was." I realized I'd completely ruined his shirt with my salty tears. He held me closer. "They told me she had brain damage and I didn't believe it… But when they wheeled me in to see her. I knew they were serious…" I couldn't say anymore. He wouldn't understand me through my tears. He held me in silence rocking me like a child.
"Rosalie. Oh Rosalie… Oh my Rose… I'm so sorry Rose." He repeated again and again, his voice a whisper into my hair as I buried myself in his chest and shook him with my crying. What all started as just a painting job, I accidentally spilled my guts when he dazzled me out of it. He kissed my hair and hugged me tighter to him. His fingertips rubbed soothing circles along my back and eventually my ragged breathing matched the slow, even breaths that he took around me.
"Hold me forever." I told him as my crying began to soften.
"I will." He said gently. "I'll find a way to make it okay Rose. I told you I'd help you. I promised." He said. I sighed tightening my grip to him. I got choked up again and started to cry even harder than before. I balled my hands into fists, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. "Rosalie. I'm sorry. I mean… I'm not… I mean… if it makes you sad I want to help you…" He seemed shocked and overwhelmed with confusion on what to say. I held him closer pressing my cheek to his chest.
"No… Emmett… Its' j-j-just… n-n-no one has ev-ever wanted t-t-t-to take care of m-me before." I wailed. It was irrational how this touched me. The last person that took care of me was my mom. Bella and my dad held resentment towards me ever since that day. They both were horribly reclusive from me. I wasn't spoken to for seven months…
"Rosalie… I do this because… because. I love you Rosalie. I love you Rosalie Hale." He said and kissed me very gently and sweetly. Nothing ever could compare to the way Emmett made me feel. He made me feel alive again. He made me feel beautiful. After all these years…
He loved me. He loved me. He loved me.
I then realized I had to say something back… Or do I? I was overwhelmed with emotions for the moment as I held tight to Emmett crying because he loved me. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by not saying anything back and I didn't want to tell him I love him… Did I? No. The last person I told that I loved was my mother…
I held close to Emmett and whispered words I thought I'd never speak.
"I love you too…" I said almost inaudibly. He heard me though for his hold on me became rather than protective and comforting. The way his arms wrapped around me was lovely. That's just it. Lovely, Loving. Full of love.