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Chapter 3

I woke up in the worst pain I'd ever felt, my chest hurt whenever I breathed, and my wrist felt like it was on fire. My eyes flickered open, bad idea to open them that fast, the room was bright, and white. I closed them again. This time I opened them slowly, and allowed them to adjust them to the brightness. Oh. I was in hospital. I mean yeah I felt like crap, but why- I suddenly remembered. The memories hit me in a wave, but they didn't bother me. All that mattered is that Claire was safe.

I looked across from me and at the end of the bed sat Jacob and my dad, I smiled and coughed, both of them were looking down, but at my cough they both looked up.

"Claire?" My voice was rough, it hurt my chest to talk as well. But I didn't wince, they knew I was in pain, I didn't want them to see I was in even more pain.

"She's fine thanks to you, but Rose, you didn't have to go through that, you should've waited," Jake said.

"If I'd waited, they would've drowned her, Jake," I muttered, my voice sounding better with each word.

"We filled out a form for the police, and Jacob described the men, pretty sure they'll get caught soon," My dad spoke up. I just nodded. I couldn't give two shits about them, they would rot in hell for all I cared.

"How long have I been in here?" I asked, guessing it was only a maximum of two days.

"A week. The doctors said it was similar to a coma, but not quite," My dad answered, I nodded again. Probably why my voice was so bad.

"How long until I can get out then?" The smells and sounds of the hospital had already started to annoy me, the smell was just.. clean. Too clean, it made me feel sick, and the sounds, oh the constant beeping. The last time I was in hospital was when I broke my ankle, but I'd insisted on going home two days later. I couldn't stay here.

"Well. You've only just woke up, there will probably be a nurse here soon to tell you."

Somehow, the doctors managed to keep me in for five days before I finally dragged myself out of bed, and attempted at walking down the hall. They weren't keeping me in this hell hold any longer. Someone apparently spotted me, and made me go back to my room, but when I was there, I put my foot down and said I was going home. They eventually agreed, and called my brother and father.

So now I'm in the shower, for the first time in about two weeks, thank god. When I got out I stared at myself in the mirror. I took off the plastic bag that was on my arm with the cast on which stopped it getting wet, then I stared at my stomach and chest. From halfway down my stomach to the base of my neck ranged from blackish to red bruises. Ugh. Oh well. It'd heal.

I grabbed my towel and made my way back to my room and got into some decent clothes for once, and blow dried my hair, and applied the little makeup I always do. Just because I wasn't 100% doesn't mean I could just stop and be all depressed. I've been there before, have the scars to prove it, and don't want to go back there.

I walked slowly into the kitchen, everything ached, but that was because I'd been off my feet pretty much all the time. Today, I was going to get back to being myself instead of feeling sorry for myself.

I grabbed a apple for breakfast, mainly because I couldn't actually be bothered to get anything else. Then I made my way into the living room to see a few of the boys, Jacob, Embry, Paul and Quil. Guess who else was there?

"Rose!" I heard Claire drop the doll and run up to me, I smiled and bent down to give her a hug.

"Thank you for saving me Rosie!" She said, letting me go.

"You don't need to thank me for that Claire!" I said, smiling and ruffled her hair.

"You're looking better Rose," I looked up and saw Jake, I hadn't really spoke to anyone in the past days, it was mostly sleeping in my room.

"Well, one day I was going to have to get out of that room," I shrugged and went to sit down on the sofa, nibbling at the apple.

"If you feeling better then Rose, you may as well come to the beach with us all later," Jared said, I nodded agreeing. A few flashbacks to the other day came back, but I ignored them, how could they hurt me again?

"You gonna be alright with that?" Quil asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Is Claire coming?"

"Yep!" Claire answered herself.

I smiled, looked like those men hadn't fazed her. She was such a cute child, I admired her all the time, she was so brave, bless her.

So later that day we went to the beach, I was still a bit iffy about it, but I didn't show it. Claire obviously wasn't though, the day was nice, sunny and warm. Claire was in her swim suit and went running to the sea.

I was in shorts and a white top, sitting down on one of the logs, I was joined by the girls, while the guys ran over to the water, I smiled and shook my head, then joined in the conversation with the girls.

"I can't understand how Claire isn't one bit scared of the water! I sure would be!" Rachel exclaimed, I nodded along with her. Then they went on to talk about random girly stuff which I tuned out of. I obviously got bored and excused myself, then started walking down the beach, having a feeling like I was being watched.

I stopped around the place where it all happened, in the back of my mind I could still hear Claire's screaming.

I glanced up at the parking bays. I swear my heart stopped beating at that moment. The van was there. Shit. I turned around and started walking back, shit shit shit Why the hell did I walk so far?

I heard the voice then, "Hello there again." I stopped. And turned around. It was him. And the three stood behind him.

"What?" I pretty much spat at him.

"Oh look at you, you'd be so much more frightened if those boys weren't here. What are you, a slut?"

"Just piss off and leave me alone, you're starting to bore me." I said, turning around. Bad move. By then the boys noticed, he grabbed my wrist and my automatic reaction was to spin around and punch him in the face. Well. In the nose. I'm sure I heard a crack.

"You. Little. Bitch." Instead of being scared, I laughed. I'm pretty sure I was getting weird looks, but I found it hilarious.

Just as the boys reached us, he grabbed me, holding me by my hair and making me face them.

"Stop," He got out a knife, holding it at my neck. Shouldn't I be scared? Instead I was smiling. "I'll kill her, you know it."

"Do it." I said, and started laughing. His hand tensed , in this pause, apparently me saying that caught him off guard. I used this moment to flip around and throw the knife out of his hand. The three men went forward, but then Jacob and the boys did too.

Well. This was interesting, because in the few seconds, I just backed out of it, the boys would do a better job of beating them up than me, so.

About 15 minutes later the cops showed up, collecting the men and loading them into a police car. But the 'leader' of their little group stopped as he was being lead handcuffed up to the car and looked at me, "You know you little slut, when I get out, I'll be looking for you. Oh and I'll do things nightmares wouldn't think of." Then he was shoved forward to keep walking.

His words somehow had a ring of truth, but I ignored them and started to join in with everyone again. Messing around with the boys in the sea.

And there's the little crappy chapter. I'm pretty much already running out of ideas, the next chapter will be about Embry imprinting on her just a little heads up, if you have any ideas don't hesitate to leave a review or PM:) Thanks for reading guys!:D