I sighed. "Em? Do you really want to know?"
"If it makes you feel better, I'll listen… this time." He chuckled in harmony as I lay across his lap, facing the walls of white.
"His name was Royce King. His father owned a bank my dad worked at that's how we…"
"Rose?" I didn't know that my hands were balled into fists until he undid them. "Shh. It's going to be okay." Tears were starting to stream down my alabaster cheeks.
"Yeah," I said as I wiped the tears of my face.
"Anyway. That's how we met. Royce kept sending roses, violets, you name it. He sent them everyday.
"Two months after I'd known him, we were engaged. Royce seemed so perfect to me. Until…"
I let out a deep sigh.
"Until?" Emmett insisted.
"I was walking home, from my friend Vera's. God she had everything I wanted. A loving husband, a son. Henry had the cutest little dimples ever. Like yours." We both smiled at the thought.
"But I ignored that thought. I knew that I was going to be a King someday, and I didn't care.
"So, as I said. I was walking home from Vera's house. It was very dark in the streets. Cold, too. I think it was mid April. The wedding only a week away.
"Then I saw… him. He and his "buddies" were drunk. He called my name.
"'Rose!' he yelled as the other continued to laugh. 'Here's my rose! You're late. We're cold, you've kept us waiting for so long.'
"Then one of his friends, John, spoke. 'Well, well, well.' Royce grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to his body.
"'What did I tell you, John? Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?'
"John inspected me closer, like he was buying a horse. He replied, 'It's hard to tell. She's all covered up.'
"The others laughed as I tried to pull away. Then everything happened so quickly.
"Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders. The buttons scattered across the street. He laughed.
"'Show him what you look like, Rose!" He sneered again as he ripped my hat out of my hair. My hair was ripping from its roots. They enjoyed the sound of my pain."
Emmett gasped. I looked at him in a melancholy way. He felt sympathy. I didn't want him to feel sympathy; I wanted him to understand why I became this way.
"He left me there, on the streets. Bleeding. Waiting to die. Nothing was worse than the pain. Then Carlisle came.
"I thought I'd died when he pulled me from the street and ran. I remember that it felt like flying," I chuckled at the thought.
Emmett chuckled, too. Then stopped.
"When Carlisle changed me, I screamed and screamed. When Esme and Edward returned home, I begged for them to kill me. But Carlisle just sat there, holding my hand. He was saying that he was sorry and that the pain would end.
"It did. When I regained strength, I avenged Royce and his friends. Killing them, but not tasting their blood."
"You're one psycho chic. But you're my psycho chic," he said as he embraced me in his arms.
"I love you Emmett McCarty Cullen." Then I kissed his cheek.
"I love you Rosalie Hale."
We kissed until the darkness faded into twilight.