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A/N: sorry for the delay, being on my Easter holidays I have been taking advantage of being home along with the bit of sun we've had recently. Here is the latest instalment, hope you like it!

Chapter 7 - The Wind That Blew My Heart Away

Emmett POV

The restaurant was pitch dark and as a figure went to the glass door as I tried to peer in, it was only when she opened the door and the dim light from the street light hit her face that I saw Rosalie's face. She smiled and took my hand to lead me inside but there were no other gesture of affection, other than the hand in mine she was still as remote as the that day when I saw her for the first time in two years.

She was dressed in an orange vest that showed a strip of her toned abdomen, under a fitted black blazer, paired with white skinny jeans and orange wedges, a thin brown woven belt was matched with similar chunky bracelets and a long gold necklace with a few beads in a multitude of colours gave her a laid back style. Her hair was in its usual waves, falling around her shoulders and down her back, framing her face and drawing attention to her clear blue eyes that took in everything.

Taking me to the kitchen in silence I saw the pots that had been used in the sink and the dishes laid out on the counter top, releasing my hand she went to get utensils motioning for me to come closer to her.

"I need a second opinion on these dishes for the party Bree is throwing, you know her better than me so I thought you would be able to help me decide" so this was business, I could stop the twinge of disappointment that went through me.

Remaining oblivious to the disappointment that must have shown on my face, she turned her back to me momentarily and I schooled my features, before she turned round with a small bowl of bright green soup that smelled simply mouth-watering. Tasting quite a few dishes she had cooked up, ranging from the pea soup she had brought out first to grilled salmon, so about an hour and a half later and we had a sample menu for Bree to look at.

Putting away the dishes to be cleaned in the sink she turned her head to me, smirking as she looked at me.

"What?" I asked as she continued to smirk she lifted a hand to my mouth wiping away a bit of sauce from the corner of my mouth, wiping her hand on a nearby tea towel. Taking the opportunity, I hooked a finger into one of her belt loops, pulling her close and dipping my head to kiss her. She needed no further guidance as her lips moved against mine, slowly kissing me back with added pressure as the intensity rose.

"I was starting to think you'd never make a move" she said mischievously as she moved away and led me up out of the kitchen and to the office, her ass swaying a little more as I stared and followed her.

Shrugging off her blazer when I shut the office door, I just realised that I had been played. I could find it in me to care much though as her jeans were the next thing to go, seeing the flimsy scrap of black silk that was supposed to be underwear my desire for her grew even more.

She was sexy without even trying, and judging by the smile on her face as she pulled off the vest to show a matching bra, she knew it. Pulling off my own shirt I wasted no more time in kissing her again, in a hard, open mouthed kiss that made me want more. Laying kisses down her neck to the valley of her breasts, I reached behind her and undid the clasp swiftly not stopping in my assault of her perfect breasts, not that she was complaining.

This time when I saw her body she didn't pull away, I had seen it all many times before and it only added to her beauty and reminded me how strong she was, how strong she had to be with a father like Roger Hale.

"Emmett" she moaned out, her eyes rolling back and closing as I left a hickey just above her left breast. Her hands went to my hair, lightly tugging as she arched her back into my touch moving my hands to her bottom her long legs wrapped round my waist and I turned round and then pushed her against the wall by the door.

I was not quite gentle with her, but her moans that got louder and the way she was grinding on my erection told me she was more than okay with me being a little rough. Reaching down as I pinned her to the wall with my body and letting her lips capture mine again, I discarded my trousers and boxers then kicking them somewhere behind me with a grunt as Rosalie's hand wrapped round me and slowly started pumping me, biting my lip roughly at the same time.

Soon we were both calling out each other names as we reached our climax together, her lips swollen from our activities forming an 'O' as her grip on my shoulders tightened and her eyes scrunched closed, my name falling from her lips again softer this time.

Then she drew away, with a soft kiss on my lips before smiling at me and retrieving her underwear and clothes. Redressing she stayed near to me, I grabbed my clothes and we kept looking at each other, her gaze going to me when she thought I wasn't looking and I did the same. We caught each other's gaze every so often, in a silent response we would smile and continue dressing, when fully clothed (but also quite dishevelled) she strode over to me planting a kiss on my cheek before going to open the door.

Striding past, I slapped her bottom as I walked by earning a chuckle that I hadn't heard in a while and a pinch of my bottom before she offed the light and closed the door behind us. When she did, I put a hand on the door blocking her path and she put her hands on her hips as she looked at me.

"Come to the hotel with me, for a drink?"

"Are you sure that's all you want?"

"No" I replied bluntly, smiling back at her as she gave me a long open mouthed kiss, her tongue exploring mine.

"Good, because I'm not done with you and that gorgeous ass just yet" kissing her again deeply.

"Hello there" she purred seductively as she looked down and grinded against the evidence of my arousal. "Already read for another round, I see" in response I lowered my head and nipped at the sensitive part where her neck and shoulder joined, delighting in the sexy groan she let out.

"Rose!" I called out as her head hit the floor, her eyes closed and with a shove in the direction of the older man, I went to her. My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw the blood starting to pool around her, Roger was stock still as I pressed two fingers and felt her pulse, breathing out a small sigh as I felt the indication of life I turned to her dad. He looked like he was frozen in place as he looked at his daughter with wide eyes.

"Call an ambulance!" I yelled, turning my attention back to Rosalie. "Rose? Rose? Can you hear me? Stay with me, okay? Just show me those beautiful blue eyes" her eyes flickered but remained closed; at least she was still breathing. I reached out a hand to her head, I knew that I shouldn't move her too much, I could make it a lot worse and I wasn't a doctor, I needed my dad here.

He still hadn't moved and she needed help urgently, shouting at him again he blinked a few times swaying and I realised that Rosalie's drunk mess of a father wasn't going to be any help to either of us.

Running to the bathroom I grabbed a clean looking towel from the rack by the shower and rushed back to the living room, gently lifting her head and placing the towel under her so as to soak up the blood and put some pressure on the wound before looking round for the phone. Spotting it on the wall by the kitchen door, I lurched towards it and frantically dialling 911 and impatiently waiting to be connected my eyes not moving away from Rose once.

"Vee?" he muttered coming back to life and taking a few steps towards her, once I had put the phone down after giving the address to the woman on the other end of the line. "Viviane?"

I knew that Viviane was the late Mrs Hale, his wife and Rosalie's mother who had dies just over a year ago. I did know how she died although it had been hinted at by my father who had happened to be at the hospital that day. He knew although Alice herself was unsure what the cause was, Rosalie refused point blank to talk about it, she disclosed so little about herself to begin with that it was a big surprised when she clammed up.

Roger repeated his dead wife's name again, crouching beside her and was about to reach out to touch her cheek when I grabbed his hand.

"Get off, don't make me hurt you boy" he growled out, which was when I really saw his blood shot eyes, his pupils large and his skin chalky pale as he glared at me, glancing down at his arm I saw the needle marks and the way his bones were visible making this man who used to be big and formidable look like he might snap like a twig if I held his arm too tightly.

"You are pathetic, if it isn't bad enough what you're doing to yourself you have to hurt the only person you have left. You are her father, but she's better off without you"

"How dare you to talk to me like that"

"Get off your high horse, I have no sympathy for you. I saw the marks on her, the ones that you probably put there!" my voice rising his eyes widened and then I released his arm.

Sitting in a stony silence I turned my back to him and took one of her hands holding it in both of mine as we waited an age for the paramedics to arrive. When they did I insisted I accompany her so two men loaded her onto a stretcher me holding her hand until we got to the hospital and I was told she needed surgery. Then Roger took over, giving them permission to operate on her his head bowed as she was taken away.

Going to a nearby pay phone I got through to my home phone where my mother picked up the phone, jumbling my words it took a couple of tried before she understood what I was saying. Then she promised to get a hold of my sister and father so they knew and could get to the hospital, it was meant to be my dad's day off but he would want to be here for this.

Going outside to the parking lot, I paced back and forth until my family arrived, Alice almost in tears when she came up to me, my father looked almost as distressed, for he knew and was very fond of Rose.

"I'll see what is happening" he said, with a squeeze of my shoulder and a brief hug for Alice before leaving us in the waiting room where Roger Hale seemed to have disappeared. Explaining the situation again but to my sister, her green eyes grew wide and filled with tears as I spoke, for once she was silent as no words were adequate.

Stretching out my arms as I woke up, I looked round the hotel room when I came to the realisation that the bed was empty. Sitting up I saw Rosalie come out of the bathroom a large fluffy white hotel robe wrapped around her, she gave me a small smile as I got out of bed going to the cupboard and grabbing a pair of clean boxers and a grey t-shirt.

As that moment my phone started ringing, walking back to the bedside table I picked up the phone, silencing it when I saw Tanya's flash up on the screen, putting it back down with the screen facing downwards as I looked at Rose as she started dressing, clad only in her underwear as I looked at her.

"Who was that?"

"Just a work call, it can wait" was my dismissive reply, putting an end to that for now.

"Okay then" her jeans were at the end of the bed and she bent down to pick them up, when I grabbed her pulling her down onto the bed and then rolling over so that she was pinned to the bed.

"What's the hurry, stay here for a bit" she shook her head at me but smiled.

"I can't you big oaf, I have work. I am already late" then she wriggled away a bit then flipped us over so she was now straddling me. As she looked down at me, I made no attempt to escape, why would I want to?

"Not even for fifteen minutes?" I waggled my eyebrows suggestively and she laughed, before leaned his head down, her hair making a sort of veil around us as she kissed me long and hard before pulling away again.

"As tempting as that offer is, I have to go to work. I may have to explain why the office is such a mess" she smiled wryly at the memory of the night before, as I trailed a hand down her bare spine. Batting away my hand she turned her head away, then swung her leg round getting up and grabbing her jeans again and pulling them on before I could accost her again.

Soon she was ready to leave, albeit reluctantly walking to the elevator with her, I kissed her again deeply. She kissed me back before biting her lip and getting into the elevator with a promise to call later.

Getting back inside my phone rang again, picking it up and answering it this time I knew who it was without having to look.

"Hello"

"Hi Emmett, I called you earlier" she sounded quite put out as if I had called her at an inconvenient time.

"Sorry about that Tanya, I was in the shower so I didn't hear my phone" I sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair before laying it on my knee, and drumming my fingers as I talked.

"Right well, I have some good news" she sounded like she was buzzing with excitement.

"What's that then?"

"I've gotten some time off of work and I've managed to get an earlier flight so I can be in New York next Tuesday"

"That's in only a week!" my eyebrows raised, she had originally been planning to come to New York in two weeks for the party her mother was throwing, the drumming on my knee increased in speed.

"I know, you could sound a bit more excited Em"

"I am, I am. That's...that's great, brilliant, can't wait"

"Good, because I've been missing you and we still have loads to discuss about the wedding, we haven't even got a date or a venue"

"Then I guess it's a good thing you're coming here early"

"Yes, I just wanted to tell to that. But I have to go now, swamped with work here that I have to get through before I get any time off. Call me tonight honey, love you"

"Love yo—" I started to say before I was cut off and I heard the click of the call being disconnected. Dropping the phone onto the bed I stood up, rubbing my chin before going to the wardrobe and getting a suit out so I could meet up with Mike for work.

She was sat by the edge of the water, when I got there her back to me even when I walked along the beach and sat beside her. Her long hair had been scraped back into a ponytail with a beanie pulled over her head to hide the path of hair that had been shaved off in surgery. Her skin was pale, she had only gotten out of the hospital two days ago and was very quiet.

No one had asked how she had gotten such a serious injury, they had let her go home but I was worried about her. She shouldn't still be living there, but what was I supposed to do.

"Hi, you always know where to find me, don't you?"

"It's a small town, where else where you go?" she didn't smile, but she looked out to sea even though the wind was picking up and the wind flung the waves against the rocks and the shore, with loud crashes. It was beautiful but it was also somewhat terrifying as a storm was rolling in and we shouldn't be out here when it arrived.

"It was his fault"

"What was?" she looked ahead, talking as if to herself not really acknowledging me.

"He is the reason she did it, why she...she couldn't do it any longer...not even for me"

"What are you talking about Rosie?" she suddenly turned her head to look at me her eyes dark as she glared at me.

"Don't call me 'Rosie', that's what he calls me all the time. He says 'Rosie', 'Rosie, listen to me' or he slurs when he is drunk or high, then when he realises what he has done..." she looked down and pulled up the bottom of her shirt showing me the various cuts, scars and bruises marked permanently on her body, some fresh some of them older, aged.

"He apologises to me with the same old line, every damn time...'Rosie, I love you' he repeats it so often it's just meaningless. What does I love you mean when you hurt the person you apparently love so much and so often?"

She let the bottom of her shirt fall covering herself up once more as she looked away. I reached over and took her hand, Rosalie looked down at her hand in mine looking at if he was thinking hard about something.

"My mother her death wasn't an accident...she killed herself" I didn't know what to say, I never knew how she died and for some reason I never asked why, I assumed it wasn't my place to ask though I had often wondered if Alice or my dad knew.

I squeezed her hand lightly and she bowed her head, so that her face was hidden from mine. I saw a single tear fall down from her face to land on her hand that was firmly clasped by mine.

"Rose, you don't have to tell me anything that you're not comfortable with"

"No I want you to know" her voice was low but also a little shaky, as she wiped her eyes and looked at me. "There's a reason I'm so fucked up" at her statement she chuckled humourlessly, and then she let out a deep sigh.

"Well then take your time, I am right here. I'm not leaving you"

"Okay, you already know about my dad and his...habits. He used to...he was violent towards my mom, she began to withdraw from everyone, even me. I-I was the one who, who found her, with the bottle of pills still in her hand" she closed her eyes tightly, another tear trickling down her cheek.

Wrapping my arm round her shoulders she dug her face in my shoulder more tears falling down her face as her body shook.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay" kissing the top of her head I held her tightly, letting her cry and let it all out, stroking her back and trying to sooth her.

When she eventually stopped crying she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sat up, leaning away from me looking slightly started at her outburst. Taking a few breaths she glanced at me, much more composed now.

"Emmett, if I needed your help, would you help me?"

"Of course...why?"

"Because, I am sick of looking over my shoulder of tip toeing ion eggshells around my father. I want to be rid of him, for good. So can you help me?"

I thought about what she said for a moment and then something occurred to me. I didn't know if it would be viable but it was something.

"I think I know how to help you, but it might be a long shot"

"Anything's got to be better than staying with him any longer"

"Alright then"

Rosalie POV

Closing the door behind me, I headed for my room when I heard a flush come from the bathroom. Half a minute later Alice came out of the bathroom, when she caught sight of me by the bedroom door that I had pushed open half way, she raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"Morning Rose, I'd ask if you had a nice night but judging by the fact that you are wearing the same clothes as yesterday that question is a bit redundant"

"Ally, I—" still smiling at me and crossing her arms across her chest she shook her head.

"You don't need to explain, you're a grown woman and you can take care of yourself. It's nice to see have a little bit of fun, now and then"

"O—kay?" I replied with a raise of my eyebrows as she closed the bathroom door and went to the living room, sitting herself on the sofa and picking up her latest copy of Vogue, flicking through it as I went into my room.

An hour later I was about to leave again, having showered and changed to head back to the restaurant, but before I left I saw a stack of familiar papers on the coffee table.

Alice had left only a few minutes ago after getting a call from her office about a PR crisis; from the bits of the phone conversation I heard, apparently it had come to light that one of her clients an actress turned singer had a sex tape. It was a big blow because she was known for her squeaky clean image, her reputation had been a big part of her allure.

Seeing the stack of papers I stopped in my tracks hand on the door handle, frowning as I looked at them I walked over and picked them up before taking them into the bedroom and depositing them in the bottom of my wardrobe. Pushing them to the back and closing the doors on them, all but forgetting the signed divorce papers as I turned my back on them and left the flat.

A/N: wow, for once I don't have a lot to say, so thank for reading and in the next few instalment I think I might do one based solely on teen Emmett and Rosalie, at least just up to the point where they get married (for the first time, anyway!)

Until next time.