I put my brand new Gucci sunglasses on and let my long, blonde hair flow in the wind. Emmett looked up at me and smirked. I sat down in my seat and fluffed my hair in the rearview mirror. Emmett looked at me.
"So, tell me more about you," Emmett said calmly, conversationally.
"Okay. What do you wanna know?" I asked, using the same tone.
"Hmm. I don't know. Your history, background. Anything," he said.
"Hm alright. I'll start from the beginning. My full name is Rosalie Lillian Hale. I was born on October 10th 1915, in Rochester NY. Carlisle changed me the night before my wedding," I spoke honestly. I felt like I could trust him.
"Wait, what? Why did he do that? And you were getting married? To who?" Emmett asked curiously.
"I'll explain everything. The night before my wedding, I had just left one of my best friends house. I was walking home in the night, when I saw my husband-to-be under one of the streetlights, with his friends. They, clearly, were drunk. One of his friends said that they couldn't see how I looked; that I was all covered up. I had a corset on, with a long skirt and a blue jacket. My future husband's name was Royce King. I was going to be Rosalie King, and I was very happy. We were both very rich, both of our parents were happy that we were young and in love. But, like I said, the night I was coming from my friends house and I saw Royce and his friends drunk, they decided to really see how I looked. Snatching out my hair clips, ripping my clothes off. They all, one by one, raped me that night. Then, after they were done with their dirty work, they beat me up and left me in the cold, snowy street to die. I was bleeding rapidly, and the cold of the snow was freezing my toes and fingers. I could feel my heart stopping, slowly. That's when Carlisle found me, carried me back, saved me. I honestly don't remember much from that night, it was all a blur. But I could never forget the human to vampire process. It's much to painful," I bit my lip, frightened by my own history. Emmett put a comforting hand on my cheek and looked in my eyes.
"That's terrible. I'm so sorry." He said with sincerity.
"It's over now, that's all that matters," I said with a smile. "Now let me hear about you, what's your story?"
"Ahh, mines boring. I was born in Florida, raised there. I moved here to Arizona about, well, maybe a year or two ago. I like heat, so I go to hot places. Even though now, I think I'm limited to that. Anyways, I don't have a mother; she died during childbirth. My father could give a rat's shit about me, and I don't have any siblings. I've always been a one person band, but now, I'm willing for that to change," he said, gently twining his hand with mine.
"Well, that's good to hear. :)" I said.
"Ohh look, a hotel. Wanna stop here?" he suggested.
"Sure! How many rooms?" I asked.
"One." Emmett said with a small smile.