Chapter 3

Rosalie POV

I couldn't sleep. Not one minute of slumber did I get, every time I closed my eyes I could see him. His horrible face sneering at me. He was everywhere. At about half past 4, I gave up. I wasn't going to sleep today. I dragged myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I was never going to be able to concentrate in school today! I made my bed meticulously, fluffing my pillows three times each. I then carefully planned out an outfit and went for an early, silent shower. By half past five, I was running out of things to do. So I ventured downstairs, now fully dressed, and cleaned. I held my breath as long as I could, I hated the smell of stale bear. I cleaned everything until it sparkled, annoyed that I couldn't hoover in fear of waking up the beast. Throughout the night and early morning, I had tried to block out the pain. But I gave up my fight and resulted in taking some painkillers. I stared at the ticking clock, 6 AM, nothing to do. I didn't want to wake up Jasper yet, he deserved a lie in. But there wasn't much left that I could do. I wasn't in the mood to watch television, so I climbed back upstairs to read a book. I found my old favourite, Jane Eyre, and began to get lost in her life, forgetting about my own problems. Before I realised it, it was coming up to 7. I decided I had better wake up Jasper. I entered his room silently, and smiled at his peaceful, sleeping face. Kneeling down, I shook him gently,

"Jasper, Jasper! Wake up!" he groaned, opening his eyes and then instantly shutting them again,

"Jasper its 7 o'clock, we will be late!" I whispered, frantically shaking him, trying to wake him up a little more,

"Okay, okay I am getting up Rose." he whispered, opening my eyes and gasping at me. I realised he was staring at the huge, purple bruise over my eye,

"Its okay Jazz, I can cover it with make-up." I said, standing up and walking out of my room. I ran swiftly into my bedroom, where I quickly applied a thick layer of cover up make up. Not need for Jasper to feel guilty, it wasn't his fault. Though I knew he though it was. I then decided it was time to make breakfast. As I walked downstairs, I tried not to think of the bruises Jasper most likely had and the huge scratch on his face. One day, people were bound to get suspicious. And we would have to move again. I hummed quietly to myself as I began cooking Matthews breakfast. Hash browns, egg, bacon, sausage and everything else you would expect. All cooked in lots and lots of fatty oil. Surely he was due a heart attack from his food, or even liver disease from his excessive drinking. I sighed, I should be so lucky. Jasper came into the kitchen as I was putting away the plate of heart attack worthy food into the oven,,

"Rose, you should have woken me up. I would have tidied the living room." he said putting two pop-tarts into the toaster,

"No Jazz, you needed the sleep. I wanted to thank you for trying to help me last night." I said quietly as I poured two glasses of orange juice,

"You didn't have to." he stated. The pop-tarts popped up and he handed one to I. We leaned against the counter eating our breakfast in silence. Once we were done Jasper washed both our glasses in the sink and put them back into the cupboard,

"So, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the doctors?" he asked me concerned,

"No," I shook my head, "I am okay, just bruises and scratches. I had a pain killer for the pain. I will be okay Jasper, but what about you? Do you need to go to the doctor?" I could tell he wasn't completely convinced,

"Okay Rose, but if you do change you're mind just tell me. I am fine, don't worry. I can handle it." he said,

"Jazz, I will drive myself to school today and get home straight after school." I changed the subject, sensing he obviously didn't want to discuss the matter further, "You take you're car to school and pick up some more beer on the way home." I instructed him as I pulled on my black leather jacket and grabbed my keys and bag,

"Yes ma'am." he tried to smile, "Be careful when you're home though Rose. If anything happens please call me. I will be as quick as I can." he told me as he pulled on a black hoodie and grabbed his keys. I didn't speak, just nodded quickly. he jumped into his car and drove away. I followed suit, not wanting to be late. I wondered if Emmett Cullen would be nice again to me today. I found myself grinning at the thought of him, I didn't know why. I usually shied away from men, especially big men, but there was just something about him. He was special, in a strange way.

I arrived at school after Jasper. I was going to stop and talk to him, but I decided against it. I walked into the school, a woman on a mission. I wanted to see Emmett so I made my way to the area where he hung around with his friends. I was almost halfway there when I started to feel nervous. As lovely as he was, he still frightened me. He could snap me like a twig if he wanted to, but I did like him. Well I was certainly drawn to him, he had an aura around him that simply, drew me towards him. Yet I was still wary, edgy around him. Yesterday at lunch, he had noticed my jumpiness but had misinterpreted it and assumed it was first day jitters. So he placed an arm around my shoulder and almost gave me a stroke. I tried to ignore it, so as not to hurt his feelings by shrugging him away. Torn between going to see Emmett, I decided to escape for a minute in the girls bathroom. It was early, so the school was pretty deserted. Assuming I was the only one in the bathroom, I walked over to the sinks, pulled out my make-up bag and proceeded to touch up my complexion. Halfway through re-powdering my nose, I heard a cubicle door squeak. I jumped, startled, only to see a small girl appear, she smiled at me and I returned the favour half-heartedly. She stood next to me, methodically washing her hands,

"Hello," she greeted timidly, "My names Dakota," it was only now that I looked at her properly that I realised what she looked like. Her soft hazel eyes were red rimmed and puffy, tears tracts glistened on her pale face,

"Hi, I'm Rosalie," I replied. I felt sympathetic for her, she noticed my stare. Rinsing off her hands, she wiped her make-up less face,

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I look a mess, no more than usual," she mumbled. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion,

"What do you mean?" I asked gently,

"I'm hideous," she suddenly spat. I jumped back like she had burned me with an iron,

"Don't be silly!" I squeaked, she looked at me wide-eyed,

"I am not being silly, all of the girls say it. Tease me about my hair, my pale skin, my friends,"

"Now, now you should never listen to other people. Who are your friends?" I asked, raking around in my bag, the bathroom was empty, apart from the two of us,

"Zac and Seth, they a re so lovely. But because they're boys, the girls tease me,"

"Well Dakota, when I am finished with you, you won't be teased anymore," I grinned, she looked up at me wide-eyed, perhaps detecting malice in my words,

"What?" she whispered, fear tingeing her voice,

"Stay still, I'm giving you a makeover," she shook her head,

"Waste of time,"

"No, no it's a perfect use of my time! I love makeovers. Come closer we only have ten minutes!" she smiled slightly and came closer as instructed. I got to work. I loved make-over's, no doubt, I loved expensive makeup but I had no friends. So I could only makeover myself, when we were younger, Jasper would let me make him over but now he was older and ever so slightly boring. I worked wildly, applying foundation, Eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, then brushing out Dakota long brown hair and styling it into a nice half up, half down look. As I worked, I felt like I w as on a cloud. It was, arguably, the best 10 minutes of my life. I was on a high, forgetting all of my problems and concentrating on someone else. We talked, having a strange connection which I could explain, but Dakota couldn't. Because she didn't know my story, we both were hurting. Inside, mentally, physically. I told her how to act, and instructed her to ignore all of the horrid people. She was younger than me by two years, so she wasn't in any of my classes. After her makeover, she grinned widely, thanked me a lot, hugged me and then ran out of the bathroom a different person. I promised to meet her here everyday, to teach her makeup tricks. I felt like I had accomplished something, I felt ever so slightly normal. It was great. When I skipped into Maths, sitting down at a random seat, I was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Emmett sat next to me, and we talked animatedly. It wasn't until the end of my third class that I came back down to earth, my happy place crashing around me. I was still me, still Rosalie Hale, the girl who was broken, couldn't be fixed. I walked to my fourth class, biology, in a bad mood. Self pitying and not wanting to talk to anyone. I heard Emmett before I seen him, laughing loudly with his friends outside of the classroom. When he saw me, however, he excused himself and approached me,

"Hi Rosie," she smiled,

"Hi," I replied half heartedly,

"What's wrong?" she asked, I shrugged,

"Nothing,"

"Liar,"

"It doesn't matter," I sighed. He rolled his eyes and hugged me. I froze, not returning the gesture. He pulled away from me and looked straight into my eyes,

"Something is bothering you, I know it, please let me help," he begged. I bit my lip and thought. I couldn't actually tell him what was wrong, I couldn't ever tell anyone,

"Girl stuff," I shrugged. His eyes grew wide for a moment, concluding the reason himself. Of course getting the wrong conclusion, he placed an arm around me, steered me into the classroom that everyone was now entering, and sat me down beside him,

"Emmett, you sit beside me in this class," a girl with a high, screechy voice argued. I looked up and took in the fake tan, bleached blonde hair and plain brown eyes,

"I'm sorry Hannah, but I promised Rosalie that I wouldn't sit with her," Emmett answered in a bored voice. I took in the scene, this Hannah girl obviously tried too hard, and wanted the attention of boys,

"Well that's lovely, Emmett, but where will I sit!" she hissed, Emmett lifted his head,

"I don't know, there's a spare seat beside Robert Cunningham, sit there," he smirked. She huffed and walked away. I could see she sat gingerly next to the obviously geeky boy, like he was diseased or something. I turned to Emmett,

"Thank you," I whispered,

"You are welcome, gorgeous," he grinned mischievously.

After class, Emmett walked with me to the canteen. He led me to the table we sat at yesterday and sat me down,

"What would you like to eat?" he asked,

"Oh, it's okay, I can get it myself," I replied, getting up. He pushed me back down gently, shaking his head,

"No it's my treat. Are you vegetarian?"

"No,"

"Vegan?" I shook my head,

"No," he nodded his head and left me alone. I pulled out my mirror from my make-up bag and checked my appearance,

"Rosalie!" I heard a familiar voice shout, I turned around and saw Dakota I smiled. She was sitting a few tables behind me. She pointed at her face and hair and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled and returned them. I was glad I had helped someone today,

"Hello, Rosalie," Bella greeted me as she sat down,

"Hi," I replied timidly. Edward joined her, nodding at me in greeting. I liked Bella, she was nice. In P.E, she sat on the side line with me. I managed to get out of P.E all of the time now. I got Jasper to forge a note saying I couldn't take part because of health reasons. Lies, I was perfectly fit and healthy. I just couldn't risk showing off any bruises. Bella didn't have such a note, but the teacher refrained from letting her join in, Bella explained she was a terrible sportsperson. It didn't take Emmett long to return with two trays full of food. I thanked him many times before tucking into my beef burger. Alice soon joined us, followed by Jasper. He practically ran to the table, Alice smiled at him as he sat beside her. Then he looked at her lunch tray and laughed,

"What's so funny?" Alice asked,"I just saw those girls at the salad bar and you're tray made me laugh" I could see what he meant, there wasn't a bit of salad on Alice's tray,

"Oh they are all idiots. No matter how much salad they eat, they won't look anymore appealing." Alice giggled,

"Yeah, I think that Rosalie, Alice and I are the only girls in this school that actually eat!" Bella laughed. It looked to me like it was true. I loved my food and on my tray sat my beef burger, fries an orange and a bottle of coke. Bella had a garden burger, fries, a banana, an apple and a bottle of apple juice,

"It is much more appealing when girls eat." Emmett smirked, putting his arm over my shoulders. I cringed away from Emmett automatically. He looked at me, obviously upset that I pulled away. I felt guilty and smiled nervously at him. He didn't try anything after that. He must have thought that I was just being shy. I did like Emmett, but I was wary of him. Because he was male and just so big. In fact when we were younger, we took swimming lessons and we always had the same swimming teacher, Erika. She was off one week and instead we had a male teacher, David. I was so terrified of him touching me in any way that Jasper ended up having to take me home. The rest of lunch we continued laughing and joking with each other. After we had eaten Emmett and I sat in an empty classroom with Bella and Edward. We talked about our lives,

"So you're adopted?" I asked Emmett,

"Yeah, Carlisle and Esme adopted me 7 years ago." She smiled,

"Do you mind me asking where you're parents are?" I didn't want to upset him, I was merely curious,

"Don't worry, I don't mind talking about it at all. When I was 3 months old my mum gave me up. I reckon she couldn't handle having a baby, I was probably a handful! I stayed in a lot of care homes throughout my life, and then when I was 11, Esme and Carlisle saved me," he smiled, making light of the situation, I smiled back,

"What about you Edward? Tell Rose your story," Emmett prompted. Edward cleared his throat,

"Well when I was 9, Esme and Carlisle adopted me. My story is slightly more traumatic. My father died in a boating accident, not long after my mother took her own life. I had no other family, I faced a future of care homes and had a dim future. I was lucky, I was saved very quickly. I was only in a home for a month," he smiled slightly, remembering a distant memory,

"Bella?" Emmett asked, he was engrossed now. Enjoying the story telling,

"Oh," Bella blushed, "I moved to Forks when I was 13. I had lived in Phoenix with my mum and step-dad, but I missed my dad terribly. I don't see my mum very much, and we don't contact each other a lot. But we are still relatively close. We don't hate each other," she told me, quite a common story. I wondered if it was her stepfather she didn't like,

"What about you Rosalie," Edward enquired, I bit my lip,

"I don't know guys," I began,

"Come on, I spilled my heart out!" Emmett whined,

"You asked for it. My story isn't nice," no one hesitated, "My mum was murdered by Jasper's dad when he was 9 and I was 10." I struggled to keep my voice steady. Talking about my mom to people other than Jasper was very difficult for me, "I never knew him, and I am glad I didn't. Now we live with my dad, Matthew." I didn't want to alarm them by adding the part about Matthew being abusive. I looked down at the floor,

"Oh, Rosalie!" Bella whispered, catching me in a hug. It felt nice, it was warm and loving. Something I craved. Soon Emmett got me, his hug was even nicer. I realised that I really liked him. Bella and Edward left us alone, I wasn't too scared,

"Tell me about your mum," Emmett asked, I breathed deeply,

"She looked very like Jasper and I, blue eyed, blonde haired. She was amazing, she had a intoxicating laugh," Emmett smiled sweetly,

"She sounds like you," I blushed. The bell rang, ruining the moment,

"Lets go to class," I said, leading the way to class.

Jasper was going to be later, he was going to get the beer. I ran to my car, ignoring Emmett's shouts. I climbed in, started the engine and drove home quickly. I arrived, the house was not empty. Matthew was sleeping on the couch, beers littered around him. I entered the kitchen silently, and began making dinner. I hoped Jasper would be home soon, I was getting panicky. I cast my thoughts to Emmett, and my feelings for him. I decided to do something I knew was risky, not just for me, but for him, I was going to get closer to him. I was going to trust him, he had earned it after all.

A/N: Yay, chapter 3! I had thought that writing in Jasper's P.O.V was easier, but I am finding it quite nice to write in Rosalie's. I hope that everyone liked it, I understand it might be a little out there with the whole Emmett thing. I know that some people don't like the story, but I beg you to stick with it, it will improve. I can't wait to write the next chapter! Please review, I LOVE reviews! Chapter 4 won't be long. Xxx-CULLEN-AT-HEART-xXx, I hope you liked your character. I don't know whether you will re appear or just be in a memory but I liked writing that scene! I hope you did too. So tell me guys, how was Eclipse? I haven't seen it yet! Follow me on Twitter www(dot)Twitter(dot)com/KatKalamity.

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