Chapter 21

Emmett's POV

Alice complained the entire I drove about twenty miles over the speed limit. She was trying to out-scream the purring roar of my Mercedes. I became one with the metal beast that claimed the entire road as its territory. I lusted for blood; I lusted for Rosalie's body.

I easily ignored Alice's screams and pleading for me to stop. I made her come with me for one simple reason and one only. If I have to kill Rosalie's father, or a beat him nearly to death—I want her to call the ambulance to come and revive him so I get the chance to do it all over again.

I never truly like violence; only in a few instances did I truly lose myself into the quick moments of anger that sent me into a killing rage.

The first time has been when I was in high school. One of the people on the football team was bullying one of my friends, calling him overweight and such. I saw red, and the next thing I knew, I was getting shoved up against the wall by my friends to keep from beating the kid anymore then a already had.

I'm generally a pacifist, but when the time for an ass kicking comes around, I'll be there with my fist shoved into anyone messing with anyone I care about. Friends, family, and now, Rosalie was the most important one. You mess with her; you get the bull that will emerge from me.

"Do you even have a plan—you know, when you go charging into that man's house?" Alice asked, then squealing as we drove through a sharp curve in the road.

"Of course—bust in the fucker's house, and then beat the goddamn shit out of him for ever doing that to my girl."

"She's his daughter, he shouldn't do it anyway." Alice snapped.

"Yes, but she's important to me. Do you remember what happened in high school, when my best friend got bullied?" I asked.

Alice swallowed past a thick knot in her throat, "How could I ever forget that. I watched you nearly beat the guy into unconsciousness. You declared to everyone, that if anyone ever bullied someone you loved, then they'd had to go through you first. It was a touching speech, despite the fact that you were covered in blood, and had one of the guy's teeth on your shirt. Very touching in deed."

"I should've kept that tooth, and teased the guy with it at our next high school reunion." I chuckled.

"Be quiet, and let's go save your girl." Alice said over the engine.

"Neanderthal style." I added with a sick smile spreading over my face.

If only I had a club in my trunk….

Rosalie POV

I screamed as I was violated all over again. The stench of alcohol rode hard on his breath; the scent of his sweat littered itself in my nose.

I wanted to throw up, to cleanse my body of this. I felt the burning pain all the into way my womb. It hurt so much…

With Emmett, everything has been so…filled with love…

While being raped, I wanted the whole world to just turn on me and shoot me until death was the one taking me into its home. Instead of knocking on the door, and being dragged away back into the light; I'd much rather be dragged all the way into my imagined haven…death.

Death would be such a blessing to me right now.

"You're a sick whore, just like you're mother!" he said, his disgusting length shoving into my body with a brutal intrusion that burned with anger and hate, and then he hit me.

Blood gushed into my mouth, from my bitten tongue and from the teeth that had been knocked out.

I can't let Emmett see me again, I'm a toothless freak.

Tears leaked out of my mouth, and I smashed my teeth into my tongue. My throat closed as he hit me again and again. Blood sprayed out of my mouth in generous pool that spread from my mouth, down my neck, and tangled itself into my hair.

Death by exsanguination…what a torturous way to die…at least I can't be brought back this time.

The pain from my tongue slowly faded away into numbness, and my head began to float.

Everything ended when death's hand reached out and grasped mine in a gentle hold. He told me to come with him, and he'd take me to a nice, safe, warm bed were the person known as God would watch me as I slept among the clouds.

I laughed at death. I wasn't fit for heaven. I'm dirty; I deserve to be sent straight to hell, where my father like me will end up sooner or later. As I get eternally tortured, I'll get to watch his with sweet reminiscence swirling in my mind.