Author Note: I apologize for taking so long to update; I left my brainstorming notebook at home when I moved into the dorms and, to be completely honest, I am dreading this chapter. I feel like this is one of the most difficult chapters to write because I had to juggle Rosalie's story as quoted by Stephanie Meyer with the Rosalie telling the story. Anyways, I ask you to enjoy this chapter and be ready for the next one!

Disclaimer: Much of this chapter has been taken from Eclipse and the characters have been taken from Mrs. Meyer.

Perfectly Broken

I loved visiting with Vera and her family. I watched her with her son dreaming about mine to come. His curly hair began to shift into healthy blonde locks that feel sloppily over blue eyes. When his laugh rang through the room, the jealousy that once consumed me was replaced with a hopeful prayer that my child would have a brighter laugh that would dance throughout my home. I could feel the afternoon growing old and knew I should head home.

"Rose, it is beginning to get late. Want I should make up the guest bed for you?" Vera offered.

"Thank you, Vera; but, I really ought to go home. You know how my father will worry, if I don't come home tonight. The police will be notified."

Vera smiled at me kindly with understanding and walked with me to the door. Her husband walked with her, his arm draped comfortably around her waist. Not showing Vela off to the world like Royce did with me, but like he just wanted to hold her and be with her.

I felt cold and jealous, once more.

Vera smiled, wishing me a safe arrival home. Her baby boy smiled at me giggling at some private joke. I smiled and began to walk towards the road. From the corner of my eye, I watched as her husband kissed her cheek. The kiss disturbed me. There was a kindness and a care in the kiss that was never in the kisses Royce shared with me.

For the second time that night, the monster of jealousy visited me.

Why weren't our kisses like that? Were they supposed to be so sweet? No. I could not think about this, I had my prince. He was gorgeous, rich, and could provide me with the family and life I wanted; I would become a queen with him. Vera should be jealous of me. Not the other way around.

With my head held high once more, I began to walk down the street. The lamps were lit and I worried I might have left a little late from Vera's home. My father and mother would be worried. I smiled to myself as my thoughts shifted to my wedding only a week away. I shivered a bit and hoped that the weather would warm up in the next seven days. I would be ruined if the wedding had to be indoors, the guests would not fit within the walls of any building. I could not cut down the guest list. I was going to become Princess Rosalie, everyone needed to see this become a reality.

Laughter, drunken laughter pulled me out of my reverie. I saw the cluster under the broken streetlamp. I sighed; I should have called my father. This group of men would cause me to prolong the trip home. It would be scandalous and stupid to continue down the street, one attractive woman versus such a large group of men was dangerous.

"Rose!" I heard Royce call my name from the middle of the group of men. I noticed that the group of men were all well-dressed and felt a slight chill run down my spine. I shrugged it off; my Royce would never hurt me.

"Here's my Rose! You're late. We're cold, you've kept us waiting." He shouted as I walked towards him. I could feel that shiver once more and decided that the wedding might need to be indoors. Royce laughed; a stupid drunken laugh that roared through my mind. I knew then why he didn't like champagne at the parties we went too, he preferred the stronger burn of whiskey. He was drunk in the road with a group of drunken men and I was in danger and weak against them.

I recognized most of the men from our nightly outings; however, there was one man that was new to the group. I vaguely remembered Royce saying that a man was visiting him. That was why I went to Vela's tonight and not to another party. The man had dark hair and suntanned skin and a deep voice that shook me to the vein as I tried to recall his name. Maybe I could smooth this over with a few words. I tried to speak, but my voice fell and cracked.

"What did I tell you, John, isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?" Royce sounded boastful. For a moment, I thought everything was going to be fine. Then, I looked at John. He was staring at me as a man does a horse for sale. He cracked a smile that turned my skin into bumps and raised the hair on my arms and the back of my neck.

"It's hard to tell. She's all covered up." Royce and the group laughed. I tried to run, but my legs were paralyzed with fear. Royce walked up to me and I prayed that he might help me. I clung to the hope that blew through me as he stepped closer. He wouldn't hurt his wife, not here and not with witnesses. He wouldn't hurt me.

Royce reached out, as if to embrace me and I felt safer. His hand touched my shoulder and I was going to be safe. The jacket in which he bought me hugged me like a secret. He pulled his arm back and the jacket ripped off of me, the brass buttons falling into the street. I followed one into a puddle and felt my hope drain. I was empty. There was nothing to save me now.

The cool air kissed my skin and Royce spoke. "Show him what you look like, Rose!" His laughed echoed in the road. I wondered why no one came to help me. Surely, someone would have noticed me. Royce smiled at the group, the smile that was previously worn by John, and tore at my hat ripping pins from the roots of my hair. I cried out and they smiled. They enjoyed my pain and circled around Royce and I; I was trapped.

Royce laid on me, pinning me into the ground. My head rapped the cement and throbbing filled my ears as my sight blurred from the hit. I wanted to close my eyes like a child does to scare off the monster in the closet; however, my eyes were starring into the glazed over eyes of my fiancée and his company. I wanted to cry and to scream out, but all I could do was stare helplessly into their eyes.

I could feel their hands on me, all of them were touching me. The clothes were being torn off my body with rough hands. I felt their thick fingers probing every inch of my body. I screamed out a few times, but they only laughed and continued their invasion. I felt my wrists beginning to bleed due to the amount of pressure Royce used to pin me down.

The cold air attacked my skin as the last shards of my dress blew off with the breeze. "She is mine," Royce growled. The group nodded in unison and moved away from me. The hands were off of me. I was free from the thick and harmful fingers; however, I was still pinned on the street under the crushing weight of my future husband.

He breathed heavily, the warm breathe covering my face. The smell of whiskey overwhelmed me as he shifted. At first, I was confused as to what his intentions were. The pressure on my wrists was released, but his weight still pinned me into the road, I could feel the bricks leaving their marks in my back. I looked at the broken streetlight as I comprehended his intentions. I prayed for this to stop.

Then I was no longer there. The pain was gone. I saw him on top of my body, I witnessed the entire scene. However, I did not suffer nor did I feel anything anymore. I heard my voice scream out when he entered roughly and saw the tears pour down my eyes as he continued his assault. The eyes that watched, hungry for their turn, made me angry. The only emotion I felt was anger.

If I were stronger, if I survived, I would kill them.

The road turned red with my anger and I thought of their murders, each one evenly fitting into their roll of the crime. Each man took his turn, my screams stopped and the tears disappeared, the last man did not enjoy one scream, not even when he pulled out my hair or ripped my skin with his claws. The men left me on the road joking and feeling pride in their actions. They thought me dead teasing and joking with Royce.

"You're going to need a new wife." I could hear the gruff drawl of John's southern accent.

"I think I'll need to learn patience first." Royce laughed.

In the street, I laid ready to die. I could feel my blood draining into the street. The warm liquid stopped me from freezing at first. However, after a few moments or maybe hours, snow began to pile up around sticking to the street, covering the blood and the evidence of the night's horrors. The snow even began to cover me.

Suddenly hands began probing me; these were gentle and carefully inspecting with knowledge. I opened my eyes slightly; the face that looked upon mine was gorgeous. I was upset immediately; I really didn't like the Cullen family, the men were more beautiful than me and the woman made me look like plain and ordinary. He picked me up and the agony rushed through my veins.

I felt the world melt away, but the pain didn't stop. Surely, I hadn't gone to Hell. I never did anything evil to another person, I was a good person. Good people didn't go to Hell. However, Heaven was supposed to be paradise. I would not carry the wounds of this world into Heaven.

So, why did I feel like I was in Hell?