Chapter 24

Rosalie POV

Darkness lapsed into my mind, followed by a surge of light that hurt the center of my chest.

The doctors were trying to save me, I wanted to scream at them to let me go; to not let me live alone and let me finally rest peace with my mother.

Though I won't end up in heaven with her, I will probably be able to see her from my seat in hell.

Angels can be tantalizing punishment to those condemned to hell, they are free and happy; while those in hell are punished for their sins—they should repent then, right?

My head felt light as that peaceful darkness started to recede and pull away from me. Death let me go, and shoved me back into my body.

I was alive again.

I opened my eyes, took a gasping breath.

The male doctor, breathing heavily says to me, "Welcome back, Rosalie." He gives me a smile, one that is hopeful and happy. He hopes to be later rewarded for saving my life by his bosses.

My lips crinkle, before my face even does. I sob right then and there. My lungs heave as my sadness overtakes everything inside of me.

"R-Rosalie, what's wrong, are you hurting?" the doctor looked over me frantically.

"WHY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my sobbing cutting off the rest of the words that I wanted to scream at him.

The doctor looked startled; his receding hair line blanched first, and then fell all the way down like a curtain on a stage.

"Why what?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

I reached up and grabbed him, the adrenaline giving me the ability to drag my body upwards, and able to pull him down. "Why in the fuck can't you people let me die?" I screamed.

Emmett POV

My father moved uncomfortably in his seat, shifting under the stoic, hard gaze that I usually used during business meetings to break down people's wills.

"Emmett, do you plan on doing this all night?" he demanded, looking away from my eyes once again. He was cowering down.

"I do, until you tell me why you did what you did? I'm a grown man, you may be my father; but that doesn't mean I can't cut ties with you—I can make my own money, I don't have to have the Cullen family name to back me up—you seem pretty uncomfortable right now, why is that?"

"Because you're staring at me like a mad man! You look like some homicidal killer that is getting ready to carve up his next victim."

"Maybe I am planning on doing that, have you ever put that idea through your mind? Hmmm—Dad?" he asked.

"What is this all about, son? Why are you acting this way all the sudden?" My father demanded.

I felt a vein pop out and beginning to throb in my left temple, "Why? WHY? How in the hell can you ask me that question after what you've done?"

My father, his face usually the perfection of calm actually started to glare at me. "And what have exactly have I done son? Besides save your miserable ass from being tricked again?"