Chapter 27
A/N: Sorry it took so long, I was busy ;) Not like that you perverts!
Rosalie's POV
I now had endless tears streaming down my face. I had totally overreacted, and now there was no undoing it. I didn't know where else I could go where Edward, Alice or anyone else might look for me, so I went to the one place I never normally would. A bar.
When I pulled up to it, I could tell from the outside that it was a small, husky bar, and when I lugged open the heavy scarlet front door, I immediately smelt cigarettes and beer. I could probably use a beer right now.
The inside was almost empty, except for a few couples drunkenly dancing, and a few miscreants sitting bar-side.
I was such a mess, all I did was slump down at the first empty booth I saw, and bury my sobbing head into my arms.
I would have kept my head buried all night, if it weren't for a gentle yet firm hand lain on my back, that made me look up.
I first saw blue eyes, and brown hair, and recognized the man as Emmett.
"Emmett?" I mumbled out, surprised to see him here.
"What's wrong?" Was all he said. I could tell he was drunk because he could barely talk and his breath smelt horrible, but right now I could care less.
"Nothing." I breathed.
"Tell me." He persuaded. And I guess there was something about him, something trusting or some comfort I felt, that I decided there would be no harm in telling him, so I did.
After my long explanation, he had a confused/shocked look on his face and just said, "Wow. Don't you think you overreacted a bit?"
Normally, I might be mad at someone saying this, but this time I knew I had, and I had to accept it.
"I know, and now everyone is mad at me, and everyone probably thinks I am crazy. I don't know what to do."
"I don't think you're crazy." Emmett smiled at me and put his pointer finger up, as if to tell me to hold on.
He got up from his place across from me in the booth, and went over to the bar. He talked to the bartender for a second, and in another second, he was walking back over to me with two mugs of beer in his hands.
"Need some comfort?" He joked, and slid a mug down the table, and it stopped right in front of me.
He slid the other one in front of himself, and slid back into the booth. I could tell that that was probably about his fifth one this evening, but I didn't have enough confidence or energy to say anything about it. Besides, I had a feeling that in about an hour that would be how I would be acting.
I chugged down the whole mug as Emmett took slow sips, and when I practically slammed down the empty mug on the table in front of me, he gave me an apprehensive stare.
"Feel better?" He smiled. I didn't know if his question was hypothetically asked or not, but I answered anyways.
"Yes, I actually think I do."
And that's how, and hour later, I was drunkenly riding in the passengers seat of his car, driving to the nearest hotel.
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