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Chapter III – The Story Of Us, Looks A Lot Like A Tragedy Now...

Emmett POV

Arriving at the restaurant during Rosalie's lunch hour, I tried explaining to the Maître de that I did not want a table, nor did I want to leave. Ten minutes later Rosalie walked towards us, she put a hand on the guys' shoulder giving him a curt smile and telling him I was with her.

She wore black pants and a pale blue blouse, the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and tucked into the pants. She wore heels though she had always been quite tall, her hair was in a low neat bun she knew how to look good without overdoing it.

"Bloody hell that was difficult"

"It looked like you were about to punch him" despite herself she smiled, but after a quick side glance at me she looked away so I couldn't see her face.

"How long were you watching?" she didn't say anything she just lead me to the office upstairs, I took her silence to mean that she had seen the whole debacle. "Nice thank you for that"

"You should have seen your face!" when we got to the office she let out a little snigger, before catching herself and covering her mouth and taking the seat behind a massive heavy looking maple wood desk. The study was done in neutral shades, with a minimalist approach; it was stylish and looked like it belonged in one of those home and style magazines.

"Well I have the papers" tapping the briefcase in my hand something about her expression changed, it went cold. She gave a curt nod and gestured for me to take a seat and hand her the papers. Taking the offered seat and opened the case, she looked down opening one of the drawers and rummaging round, probably for a pen even though there was one right in front of her by the computer keyboard.

"Let's see them then" her tone was steely and business like as she looked over the papers, her eyes scanning the lines and taking her time in doing so.

"It's all in order I did look it over myself, with my lawyer"

"Yeah but you're a rich bastard who might try and screw me over with a lousy settlement" I was slightly taken aback by that statement, even for her that was cruel, she looked at me raising her eyebrows mockingly. "It was a joke, Emmett"

"Oh" she rolled her eyes and looked back down at the paper, flicking to the next page.

"I'm just being through"

"Or anal retentive" I murmured to myself, her head shot up and her eyes narrowed at me.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing" I answered too quickly, flashing her a wide smile that just made her look suspicious of me. Nonetheless she dropped her gaze, coming to the end of the papers when there came a quiet knock at the door.

"Come in!" she called out, rising from her chair and walking round the desk as a frightened, weedy looking boy stepped into the room.

"Erm...M-Ms Hale there seems to be a m-m-mix up with the food order" he stuttered and looked quite frightened, as if Rose would jump and attack him any second. It wouldn't be unlike her though.

"Right, thank you Danny. I'll sort it out" she smiled briefly at him and he gave her a nervous smile back, then turning and disappearing behind the door. I frowned, she was so polite and kind to him, normally she would have raged at the poor guy until he either broke down or told her who fucked up the order. In a way she was not at all what I expected, but then when did Rosalie Hale ever do what was expected?

Rosalie POV

Leaving Emmett in my office after getting out the invoice from the appropriately marked folder, in the filing cabinet and going down the back entrance, I approached the truck. The punchy, ruddy looking middle aged delivery man, standing by the back of the truck with a clipboard and pen.

"George, what's wrong with the food order?" my voice was sharp and it caught him slightly off guard as he had not heard me coming towards him.

"According to your boy here" he nodded in Danny's direction, the poor boy was shaking like a leaf. "You ordered some truffles and shitake mushrooms, along with some other stuff" he showed me the order and scanning the list quickly then comparing it to my own, I shook my head.

"Well this also isn't my order"

"What?" I pointed to the invoice number at the top of each sheet.

"You've had a mix up with the orders, this is not what I ordered" he looked at the invoice double checking it and shaking his head, letting out a low expletive. "That is the third mess up in barely a month George, I don't know about you but I have a business to run"

"Must have been the new sectary" he muttered more as an excuse than as a real explanation, looking up at me unhappily he continued. "Sorry 'bout that, I'll sort this out for you"

"How?" placing my hands on my hips, he looked flustered as he clearly had no idea what to do.

"I'll track down the proper order" he shrugged and turned away.

"And...?" he stopped and turned back to face me.

"And what?"

"Seeing as how many times you've messed us around, I think we should get a discount of some sort. Think of it as compensation, George" he looked flabbergasted, as he floundered round for an excuse.

"But I've given you cut throat prices, you can't do any better than that Rosalie"

"But I can, I have a couple other companies in my contact book, they would do the job more efficiently and cheaper"

"I doubt it"

"We do a lot of business with your company, I do believe we are one of the biggest businesses you have so, I can easily find another supplier so take it or leave it" he opened his mouth then closed it doing a very good impersonation of a puffer fish.

"5% off and I'll get it here on Friday"

"15% and get it here tomorrow"

"8%, delivery for Thursday"

"10%, delivery on Wednesday" we stared at each other, I was unblinking he then sighed and shook his head.

"Fine" he said as if he pained him deeply.

"Nice doing business with you"

"Right, you're going to put me out of business one day" smirking as he got back in the truck, I turned to Danny and told him to tell Gwen that the order would be here in the next couple of days so she would have to change the specials to whatever we had in the panty. He nodding and disappeared behind the door of the kitchen, when I stepped back inside.

"Nicely done, Rose" looking up as I closed the door I saw Emmett down the corridor, he smiled as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

"Were you listening the entire time?"

"Pretty much, you never ease to amaze me" frowning in confusion I walked past him and back up to the office, assuming he'd follow.

"And why is that?"

"Just the way you were with the kid and then the delivery guy" smiling back I didn't take the chair behind the desk, instead I perched on the edge of the desk and he did not sit down but remained standing.

"Well, that kid has two younger siblings and an absentee mother to take care off, so what if I cut him a little slack?" he didn't answer but his expression softened, his gaze not looking away from me. What do I have something on my face?"

"No, some things just never change that's all" he shrugged indifferently, taking a few steps towards me after closing the door.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" he didn't answer for his gaze lowered to my lips, for barely a second but I saw it. So when his gaze looked up to my eyes, he knew he had been caught out, he made no effort to hide it. In fact he moved closer, a cheeky smirk on his face he stopped when there was just an inch of space between us.

However as he placed his hands on either side of me on the desk, I was effectively trapped, not that I was complaining. My breathing picked up and when he realised this, the grin on his stupid face grew wider. I could smell the aftershave he wore, Tom Ford, it was my favourite one and he knew that, but I was also wearing Narcisso Rodriguez his favourite on me. Biting my bottom lip his hand went to my lip, releasing my lip and letting his hand linger on my lips, both of us intently looking at each other with something that I recognised as lust.

Than looking at his eyes, I saw that look that I had seen so many times before. I was heat achingly familiar, it was that look he had used on me when he told me he loved me. Abruptly stopping my thoughts in their tracks, I placed my hands on is chest, lightly pushing him away so I could move off the desk. Sliding past him I walked round the desk, keeping my head down as I felt his eyes staring at me, the silence pressing down on the room that seemed a lot smaller and a lot hotter.

He muttered something under his breath, I barely heard it as he sighed; "always pushing me away" clearing my throat and placing my hands on the desk as I looked at him my features going blank so as not to betray anything I felt bubbling under the surface.

"I think you should go"

"Rose, I-" continuing to speak as if I had not heard him, I glanced down and started to shuffle the papers round as if to look busy, pushing the divorce papers aside, remaining standing, though my legs felt a bit shaky.

"I didn't realise that I have a lot of work to do, I have to move some things around now that I have to wait for that new order. There is the new menu for the specials, I have a huge list of things to get through and that just today..." I was babbling I knew I was, I was shaken and I was doing a terrible job of hiding it. Pausing and taking a shallow breath before looking back at Emmett as he stood silently opposite me, barely having moved from where he had been standing before.

"okay" he nodded and I stopped babbling, quickly dropping my gaze, not once looking at him as he walked out of my office. When he had shut the door behind him, I dropped into the chair, leaning my elbows on the desk and covering my face with my hands with a short exhale of air. Somewhat relived that he was no longer here and yet also there was a smaller part of me that whished he hadn't just left, without any sort of argument.

Because if he fought it meant there was still something there, if he just walked away then that was it.

Running out of the hospital, I kept going having no clue where I was heading. Soon I ended up back home, letting myself in I went to the living room and saw the residual white power on the coffee table. More tears falling down my cheeks I angrily wiped them away, the place was a mess. Beer cans scattered everywhere, takeaway carton piled up on the dining room table coming here was a mistake.

Going back outside shutting the door behind me, I went to my bike and headed towards the beach, focusing intently on the bike and getting there than anything else. When I got there only fifteen minutes later, I didn't bother securing the bike it was an old one that no one else would want anyway. Going to the edge of the water, I sat down taking off my shoes and dipping my feet in despite the clouds rolling in and the breeze that picked up.

Closing my eyes, I felt the wind pick up the hair round my face and I pulled my jacket round me tighter. I listened to the tide coming in and then going out again, the occasional bird overhead. I didn't know how long I sat there, and I didn't really care.

Hearing a car pull up, I opened my eyes and turned my head round to see Emmett hopping out of his car, looking right at me as he walked along to me.

"How did you know I'd be here? I didn't even know, I'd end up here" I looked away from him and back to the sea and he sat next to me, looking in the same direction.

"It was a lucky guess, when you weren't at home I had to think where else you might go" nodding I looked away from him and back out towards the sea.

"Where is Alice?"

"At the hospital, she'll call if anything happens and I'm the one with the car" nodding we lapsed into silence not looking at each other, the peace was shattered however only moments later when he opened his mouth again.

"I meant what I said earlier, I do care about you and not because your Alice's friend or because I feel sorry for you"

"Emmett, don't say anything else, just because you think it want I want to hear. I don't need you trying to protect me or make me feel better" he didn't disagree, but instead he continued to look at me, taking in time in thinking up a response.

"I know I don't need to protect you, but I want to be here for you. You shouldn't have to go through any of this alone" pulling my knees to my chest I leaned my chin on my knees looking back out to the sea as the waved rolled in and out lazily.

"But that is the thing I am completely alone, Emmett. She left me and who else gets it?"

"Your mother but I thought that she-"

"Did Carlisle tell you how she died?" he nodded as I looked at him.

"He told you what we told everyone else, that she accidently slipped and hit her head on the side of the bathtub, she was gone by the time anyone came home"

"Yes" his voice was low, soft and extremely cautious like he was walking on eggshells.

"No. my father killed her...if I don't get out, he'll kill me too" I whispered the last part, low enough for him not to hear.

"I...I don't understand" abruptly I stood up, running a hair through my hair as a wind picked up and whipped my hair across my face.

"Never mind, forget it" retreating into myself I picked up my sneakers and started to walk away and towards my bike. But I had barely taken two steps before he grabbed my wrist, instinctively after many dealing with my father, I twisted my wrist in an attempt to free myself, however his grip was strong and my squirming hardly made any difference.

"What do you mean he killed her?" his voice was controlled but it was laced with concern or pity.

"Let go of me!" he did, and spinning to face him I gave him an evil glare, narrowing my eyes at him and crossing my arms across my chest.

"Can you just tell me what's going on? Why is it every time I get close to you, you either run or slap me?" I remained still and quiet, pressing my lips together resolutely. "So you're not going to talk? Just fucking shut me out again, why don't you?"

"Why are you getting so angry for?" was my bitter sounding reply, he had anything he could ever want or need, how could he possibly comprehend how different our lives were, how different we were?

"Because you...you are so moody sometimes and then you can be such fun, it's like my girlfriend is a crazy girl" my mouth fell open, when he finished he looked at me confused, his eyebrows raising and his lips pursed as he looked down at me. "What, is it now?" he whined, throwing his arms exasperatedly.

"You called me your girlfriend" a smile played on lips, despite my efforts not to smile at him.

"So, you are...aren't you? Otherwise, what is this?" he tilted his head to the side, motioning between the two us. For a moment I was slightly stunned, but despite the fact that I was supposed to angry and at that moment my dad was in hospital, I smiled widely.

"I guess that makes you...my boyfriend" the words were obvious, but I liked the sound of it.

"Is that how it works? Thank you for enlightening me!" was his sarcastic response. Mine was to slap his shoulder playfully, earning me a look that wasn't exactly a hundred percent happy.

"You know you just proved my point"

"So what?"

"So...?" he closed his mouth and fell silent, we both did as we looked at each other, both of us waiting for the other one to make the next move.

"Well then, are you going to kiss me or do I have to be the one with all the balls?" that was all the encouragement he needed, as he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. Moving my lips against his, the wind picked up even more, buffeting our clothes and my hair round us as I deepened the kiss. Hands roaming as the kiss got more fierce and intense, it was exciting and I found myself not wanting to let him go.

However when we felt the need to breathe, we moved away slightly and he leaned his forehead on mine before sighing deeply.

"Rose...?" his voice was apprehensive and very quiet.

"Yes" he kept his arms round me and I rested my head on his chest, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind.

"What did you mean earlier about your mother?" swallowing round a sudden lump in my throat, I moved away keeping a hand on his chest as I kept my gaze away from his piercing blue eyes.

"Her death...wasn't an accident"

"Then why tell everyone that?" sighing I moved my hand, but then he placed his on top of mine to stop me.

"I was getting to that...my mother's death was planned, s-she..." killed herself the words were there, I just couldn't say them. I hadn't said those words before, we never talked about, she just wasn't there anymore. "It was...suicide" he was very still and he didn't say anything immediately, though the hand on mine tightened.

"Does...does Alice know the truth?" I shook my head.

"You are the only person, I've told the truth to" hiding my face in his chest, he reached down and forced me to tilt my head up to look at him properly, keeping his hand on my chin he didn't say anything, he just kissed me. It was a kiss that made me tingle all over with electricity, a kiss that made me feel so...alive and free.

But soon we left the beach, after all my father was still in the hospital and I couldn't ignore him forever. Loading my bike into the bed of Emmett's truck, we drove back to the hospital me holding his hand the entire time, until we got inside the hospital. I saw Alice in the waiting room, I immediately let go of his hand, crossing my arms over my chest, when she turned to face us.

She barrelled towards me, flinging her arms round me and squeezing me in a big hug with surprising strength for someone so tiny.

"Where the hell have you been? I was so worried"

"I needed a walk, to just clear my mind" I shook my head, dismissing her concerns as she pulled away and looked me up and down, as if to reassure herself that I was okay. "Is my dad okay?"

At that moment, Carlisle walked down the hall towards us a clipboard in his hand, his expression unreadable. He looked from his children to me and then gave me a smile that was very reassuring.

"Your father is going to be fine, Rosalie" I breathed a sigh of relief, though I didn't feel too relieved at all, he was my dad but he hadn't done anything father-like in a long time. "We have had to pump his stomach and put him on a drip, as he was very dehydrated, we want to keep in for a few more days for observation, but it is all looking good. He is resting at the moment but you can go and see him if you would like?"

Nodding mutely, I turned to Alice and Emmett swallowing a lump in my throat as the last time me and my dad talked it wasn't exactly civil. "Thanks for coming Alice, but if you don't mind I'd rather do this on my own"

"Sure, we'll wait here and give you a ride later"

"Thanks" walking down the hall behind Carlisle, we got to his room where he lay on the hospital bed, a monitor beeping regularly and a tube sticking out of one arm. His eyes were closed, his chest slowly rising and falling but when I stood by the bed with Carlisle his eye flickered open and he turned his head to look at me.

"Rosie" was what he rasped out, when he saw me I took the chair by the bed, keeping my hands folded in my lap as I gazed at him.

"He needs rest Rosalie, so I'm afraid you can't stay long. I'll give you a moment alone, call a nurse if you need anything" he placed the clipboard at the end of the bed, glancing quickly from me to my father, as he tried to sit up.

"Dad, don't strain yourself" waving my hands off him, he let out a raspy grunt before pulling himself into a sitting position, Carlisle left once my father was settled and gave me a perfunctory smile before swiftly exiting the room. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm great can't you tell?" he motioned to the medical equipment surrounding him, picking up the IV line coming out of his left arm then let it drop to the bed letting out a sigh.

"Well, Dr Cullen says you are going to be okay, aside from being dehydrated"

"Okay, I hate this place. It's depressing, when can I leave?"

"He said he wants to keep you in for a couple more nights, for observation" he shook his head vehemently, in response looking down to where he was connected to the heart monitor.

"No way, I'm fine can't I just sign a release and get the hell outta here?" his cavalier attitude shocked me, either he was playing dumb or he was just ignorant. Shaking my head, I felt no sympathy for the man who supposed to be my dad, the one who was meant to be the responsible one, looking out for me, it shouldn't be the other way round.

"Dad, you just had an overdose...y-you could have died!...like mom. How can you be so, so casual about this?" he froze the moment I mentioned my mother, without looking at me, he replied his voice clipped with an undercurrent of something menacing.

"Stop telling what to do, I can take care of myself" standing up, I nodded my head.

"You got yourself here in the first place dad, so you need your rest and while you are staying here and getting the care you need, I will be staying at Alice" I pushed the chair back and walked to the door my back to him, until he threw a snide comment over his shoulder to me.

"You spend so much time at that rich brat's house, one day they'll get bored with you" it was so offhand and it shouldn't have, but it made my eyes glaze over and I clenched my fists. Remaining by the door and keeping my back to him, I silently left with no fond parting gesture, I just left, my feet carrying me back to where Alice and Emmett were.

Emmett's face immediately scrunched up sensing that it did not go well at all, Alice spotted it to and when I reached them she put a hand on my arm, giving me a small smile and leading me to the jeep without a word.

Waking up my chest heaving, I felt way too hot with a cursory glance at the clock, I realised that it was 3 in the morning. Throwing the sheets off me, I went to the window and flung it open, the curtains moving in the breeze that wafted in.

More and more of these memories were all coming back to me, even the ones I thought I had forgotten a long time ago.

There was one thing they all had in common though, Emmett Cullen.

A/N: hey guys, I know that was a long flashback, but it needed to be done, there will be more romance from teen Emmett and Rosalie as things start heating up in today's Emmett and Rosalie.

Until next time, ciao! Thank you for reading.