Disclaimer: I'm just messing with the lives of my favourite fictional characters. They don't belong to me.

Chapter 5

I couldn't move. My feet were glued to the spot. I lost the ability to breathe and it felt like I was frozen in that moment. I was unable to look away - even as they both noticed me. Bella's eyes widened and Edward turned to face me. Bella pushed him away and her hands went to her mouth.

"Rose… I…." Edward began. He pushed the glass shower door open. I took a step back, my towel was clenched in my fists at my chest. More steam filled the room like a smoke screen. He made a move for me and I backed up and shoved the towel at him.

"Don't." I warned.

"Rosalie?" Bella whimpered as she shut off the water, her hands crossed over at her chest. I shook my head as tears began to cascade down my cheeks. I still couldn't breathe. My chest was tight like something huge was sitting across my torso. I backed up and out of the room and went back into the bedroom.

My eyes fell on the bed. Our bed - the bed we had fucked in just that very morning before work. I had woken up to Edward's stubbly chin nudging my thighs apart. I'd thought what a lucky, lucky girl I was. What had I done wrong?

Edward's hand grasped gently at my shoulder, I pushed it away and spun around. Bella emerged, wrapped in a towel, her eyes red and her lip caught between her teeth.

"Rosalie, I… I'm so…"

"Shut the fuck up… just don't… you don't get to talk to me!" I screeched at her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Edward took another step towards me which caused me to back up again. The back of my knee caught on the edge of the bed and I faltered and fell back and onto my backside. "Get. Away. From. Me." I growled between tears. "I'm going to go.. I just need to go."

I don't know how, but I managed to get to my feet and push my way past the two of them and down the stairs. Red clouded my vision. I needed to leave the house. I had to go. I didn't know where I was off to and my car, of course, picked the most perfect moment to decide to die. I frantically turned the key in the ignition over and over, praying that the engine would roar into life.

Eventually it wouldn't even turn over, and after a splutter, the engine refused to do anything more. I slapped my palm across the wheel hard and the horn blared. I sobbed.

Edward ran from the house as he pulled a t shirt over his head, Bella was quick on his heels but stopped at the bottom of the garden path. Edward pulled the car door open. "Rose, baby… please... I'm so sorry."

My eyes had flashed to his. He looked so...remorseful. Damn right.

"No. You don't get to even talk to me right now… you… how long?"

"Rose…"

"Actually, no don't tell me, I don't want to know. Go… just leave me alone."

I shoved Edward out of the way as I got out of the car. Bella reached for me, her eyes pleading as I passed her. I stopped and did something I never expected. I slapped her. I slapped her hard across the face, it stung my palm and the sound was delightful. "You…" I whispered. "I loved you like a sister. Why did it have to be you?"

Slowly, head low I made my way back into my home and locked the door behind me, double bolting. I blasted music and ignored the knocking.

Have you ever felt so lost and lonely that you didn't quite know what to do with yourself? Have you ever been betrayed by two of the most important people in your life? Do you know what it's like to have given yourself fully to another person for an entire decade for it to be completely taken out from beneath your feet in just a few short moments? What do you do?

It turned out that it had happened all by accident. My husband and my best friend had always been close. We all had. We always confided in each other, and it was very normal for us to meet the other couple separately for lunch and for coffee. I would see Emmett twice a week. It was perfectly natural for us. Who would have even considered that it would go further than that?

My phone rang constantly for the next twenty four hours. I screened all the calls from both my cheating husband and my disgusting best friend until the call I really needed came through. The one person that could really help me… and the one person that I had not even considered up until that moment when their name flashed up on the screen.

Emmett.

Oh god. Emmett. Did he know? Had they told him?

"Hey, Em," I whispered into the phone as I answered.

There was a sniff before his reply. "I think I broke his nose."

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