Chapter 22

Rosalie POV

Though I wanted to follow Death, and his gentle hand. A being dressed in all white, just a blur that stood on the other side of me, gripped my other hand, and started to pull me away from Death.

I resisted, and leaned closer as Death pulled me with more force toward the white light that beckoned to me warmly.

I heard hoarse yells, and the world around me started to shake on its axis all over. I wanted to scream, to tear my hand away from the white blur, and follow Death into the Devil's embrace.

I wanted to the fiery depths of death and hell to claim over my body. That's where I deserve to be, I'm a dirty, disgusting soul that lives painfully in the ruined body that the man who had sired me had soiled. My mother had been an angel, deserving to go up and dance among the clouds. I didn't I was a disgusting creature that didn't deserve to dwell in any place other then hell.

I just wanted to be left alone, and who was yelling? I can't understand them, so it's just an annoyance to me, not being able to understand them an all

Emmett POV

I arrived at her house too late, her father, naked, had passed out from an alcohol induced sleep. Rosalie's body, also naked, was riddled with bruises and blood that trickled slowly still.

Her eyes were half shut; only the whites were visible as they rolled back into her head, and she began to quiver from the shocks of a seizure. Her tongue had slipped out of her mouth, a big bloody gash along it, but it wasn't bleeding—but it gave me a good deal of information.

She'd tried to commit suicide by biting her own tongue off. She's resided into taking her own life in order to get away from the abusive torture that her father had been putting on her. She's finally snapped after who knows how long.

My gut twisted as I gazed around the room, my entire world frozen with a numbing cold.

Everything was knocked over, everything was askew. Pictures were broken and smashed all over the floor; furniture was tipped over and smashed into pieces. Glass riddled the floor, smeared with whoever's blood. Either Rosalie's or her father's

My eyes were drawn back to the shattered Rosalie, her breathing was shallow, almost a slow pant. I couldn't move, the shock was too much.

Thank the Lord that Alice had taken the initiative and called for an ambulance. They rushed in what only seemed like seconds, and while they rushed to get Rosalie out first, they shoved my immovable body out of the way for the stretcher.

Alice sat me down, her voice nothing but a muffled murmur in the back of my head. Before I knew anything, I had passed out as well.

"Emmett! Emmett! Wake up!" it was Jasper's voice. He sounded frightened…why?

My head was throbbing, it wasn't painful at first, but the pain slowly bloomed over my entire head, the main source coming from the very back of my head. I must have hit my head when I passed out.

My eyes started to drift open, my vision blurry with dancing light and a natural milky film that covered the area of my eye. Everything formed together, forming a clear, clean picture of my brother-in-law, Jasper—Alice's husband.

His wild hair was what I focused on first. He always had an unkempt head of hair. Dirty blond curls flying everywhere. He got it cut often, but he just gave up and just started letting it grow out until Alice told him to get it cut.

He was a good man, thought the way he was looking at me didn't make me feel very well.

"Where am I?" I asked my voice hoarse and uneven.

He sighed heavily with relief. "Let's not focus on that at the moment; just try to remember what happened before you passed out. You do remember something, right?" he asked.

"Of course—how could I forget that fucking scene?" my voice grew angry, and it hurt when I spoke. My throat felt like thousands of nails were digging against the tender flesh of my throat.

"Easy my man. I know you're pissed, but you're still green in the face, and shaking really bad. I need you to calm down." Jasper said quickly and gently. He put two strong hands on my shoulders, and forced me to lie back when I tried to get up.

Pain ricocheted up my spine, and put through my entire body. What the hell had happened to me?

"Emmett, you need to stay in bed. Your father will kill us both if you reopen your gun-wound!" Jasper snarled when I cried out from the pain.

I stopped dead, I had been shot? When?

"What the fuck are you talking about? I thought I just fell and hit my head!" I said, my voice rising in fear.

Jasper shook his head, the curls on his head bouncing this way and that. "No, Rose's father woke up from his drunk-sleep, and had a gun in his hand. He intended to kill Rosalie with it, but he stumbled and hit you instead. He was beaten down into submission by the police, and taken into custody. He raped Rose, and beat her pretty bad. She had to get surgery done on her tongue, and some other parts where bones were broken into compound fractures. But…"

An acidic taste spilled on my tongue, and I gazed at Jasper wildly. He quickly gave me the small waste basket that came off the floor next to my bed. I quickly ducked my head into it, and retched up whatever had been forced into my system. It was definitely medicine; I knew the disgusting, indescribable taste as I puked more.

Jasper rubbed my back gently, he didn't speak, which was good; I didn't want anyone to try and comfort me right now.

When I was done, I wiped the saliva away from my mouth and gazed up at Jasper, my eyes pleading.

"How is she?"

Jasper's eyes filled with hurt and pain that mimicked my own. "Emmett, I'm so sorry… after surgery…she—"

I didn't want to hear anymore, I busted out crying and let my sobs echo in my now hollow heart.

Then—