Here's Second Chance. I know what you're thinking-really AliceSwift? A day late again? I know, I suck at updating on time exactly, but my friend's birthday was happening and I was really busy all Saturday.

Oh, and just in case you're wondering-I'm not sure if it was clear or not-Emmett and Rosalie have no romantic interest in each other. At all! They're just super close siblings.

So, with all the lateness. Here it is!

lots. of. love.

PLT!

~AliceSwift

"Rosalie!" I yelled into her ear. She shot up in bed, her arm flailing and hitting me in the head. She grabbed her hand a winced. I smiled even though my head hurt a little. She looked at me and moaned.

"Damn it Emmett! Do you really have to be that obnoxious all the time?" I nodded and she put her face in her hands.

"Yeah, I do. Anyways, get dressed, we'll stop buy someplace and get coffe but then we have the entire day to anything you want to do." I said. She peeked through her hands to look at me.

"Okay," she mumbled before putting her hands down. "But you have to leave so I can change." she stood up and pushed me out of the room, shutting the door.

I waited for about twenty minutes for her to get ready, clothes, shoes, make-up, hair. I assumed it was hard being a girl, but no matter how long any girl worked to look good, I would still be way hotter.

She came out of the bathroom and we got our coats, ready to head to her car.

The ride started out like most, silent, neither of us really sure what to talk about but when we really got driving she started a conversation.

"Is it crazy that I haven't firgured out the college thing yet?" she asked, out-of-the-blue. Rose had never seemed all that concerned with college. She had wanted to design clothes since she was a little girl. She had taken classes through the years for it, just never kept up with them. She knew what she wanted to do, and how she wanted to get there, she just hadn't put a plan into motion yet.

"No, I don't. I think that you know how you want your life to end up, you just are experiencing everything you've ever wanted to now, that you'll have the leg up on everyone that also wants to end up where you do." she raised an eyebrow at that, then was quiet again. "Why the sudden interest anyways?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Just a thought I guess." she smiled and scrunched her nose up a little, shrugging.

"Well, you'll get there, and soon. I can completely see Marc Jacobs and Vera Wang cringing at the very thought that they have to put their clothes on the same Fall Runway as you do." she laughed, short and unatural, but a laugh.

She had been acting oddly for the past few weeks actually, oddly for the few weeks, but especially weird since she went to that party a few nights ago. I mean, sometimes she got upset over her boyfriend, or maybe some friends did something to bother her, but she would normally tell Esme, or at least me, about it.

This had yet to be spoken of, but it was there. An unsung problem that was itching at her every second it came to the surface under skin.

I was going to ask her, but then chicken out at the last minute. I opened my mouth to ask what's wrong but it came out "Where to you want to go first?"

"I'm not sure." she said and I mentally slapped myself for not just coming out with the real question I had. "Where were you thinking of?" she asked me.

"Well," I thought for a moment. "We could go to the movies, or just stop by The Coffee Cup to talk." I offered and she seemed unphased by my suggestions. Like she didn't hear me. Like she wasn't paying attention.

"Can we actually just dirve." she said looking up from the glove compartment. I hadn't realized she was looking down until she moved her eyes on me.

"Umm, sure. Let's drive."

"Until we find something interesting to do." she corrected.

"Right." I said a bit confused.

Normally Rose was the talkative one. On long car rides she would share her stories and they would blend in with someone else's, in this case mine, but on this particular drive she was quiet. I found this odd, but again I didn't want to upset her. It's not like I was scared of saddening her, as I assume most would be, it's just that I honestly didn't want her to be going through anything more than she was right now. She seemed like she had alot on her mind, and why bother her thoughts with insignificant chatter? There wasn't a reason to.

As we went down the road it started to rain, first lightly but it soon poured and started to storm heavily.

We had only been driving for about five minutes when I heard her sigh next to me. I couldn't describe this one. Normally a sigh was aggravated or sad, put I couldn't put my finger on it. It was almost sounded like she was scared.

"Do we have to go this way?" she asked me, breaking the silence with a worried tone.

"No, but we already are." I asked, trying to fake a lighthearted smile. I felt like I pulled it off, but she sunk down into her seat without another word.

Another four minutes and I heard her make a strange noise, almost like a yelp. Then a sniffle.

She was crying, silent sobs escaping her lips.

I pulled over on the side of the road and put it in park.

"Don't pull over here!" she said violently, turning and looking at me. Her cold hand grabbed my wrist and her eyes locked with mine. Her bottom lip was quivering and her hair was strangely arranged as if she'd been pulling at it. Her chest was hevaing and there were strange choking noise coming from her thorat as if she couldn't breath. The eye makeup she had put on this morning was now ruined, streaming down her cheek in rivers of black and purple. Then I noticed that right by her eye was something peculiar that I had never seen before. A straight, sleek, thin red line that was scabbed over, edges being covered by puffy, pink skin.

Rose wasn't someone know for being clumbsy, or being clumbsy at all for that matter. She had stopped even tripping by the time she was in the seventh grade.

"Rosalie!" I yelled. "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell you!" she yelled back, tears put on hold.

"You've been upset and I need to know why!" I yelled back at her, I was surprised that the windshield wasn't shattering at our noise.

"But I can't tell you!" she flailed her arms.

"Why not!" I was furious now. Someone had upset her and I wanted to know who.

"I can't say!" she choked.

"Just tell me!"

"Emmett!" she yelled at me in a tone that made me shut-up, it was something violent that seemed to be rising from deep inside. I'd struck a nerve, one that someone had created previously.

The car was silent, the windows were fogged from the cold rain on the outside and our breath on the inside, the only sound was the song the rain made on the top of the car.

Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.

"I can't" her voice was barely audible.

"I'm taking you home." I said.

"No! I need to get out of that house and God damn it Emmett if you care about me at all you will take me out today." she sounded like she meant it.

"What do you want?" I asked. It was clear that she wasn't looking for a fun afternoon out to get her mind off of things.

She looked around the car for a moment, never moving her head, just her eyes, keeping them low. The she looked at me with a, somehwhat, creepy smirk on her lips.

"I want to trash a hotel room" she said.

"But...why?"

"Because I need to know that there is someway to get over the pain."

"What pain?"

"Just drive to the Best Western next in Port Angeles." she ordered.

So I did, and neither of us said another word about it.

A few hours later I pulled into the parking lot to the hotel. She got out and told me to pick her up in two hours at the back exit.

I walked into the hotel, I hoped Emmett wouldn't try to call and tell Esme about my out break. I honestly didn't mean to break down, it just happened.

"Welcome to Best Western. How can I help you?" the woman behind the desk said with a scared, yet polite smile on her face. She was very clean cut and I probably looked like street trash. She was wearing a uniform that, for some reason, resembled that of a airplain stewartis. Her dark brown hair was sleeked back into a tight bun and red stain ran across her lips.

"I have a reservation under Royce and Rosalie King." my voice cracked, as did her smile and she looked down to the computer screen to type the names.

"Yes you're in suite number 745." she said and handed me a room key. Just as Royce had said she would. I'm not sure why she was in this game too. What had he done to her to scare her so? The same he'd done to me or something worse. "Have a nice day." she said, a lovely actress in this play. Oscar worthy.

I smiled back at her and walked away. Looking for an elevator.

I found one and pressed the number seven, the largest number. It lit up and the small box jolted upwards.

He told me that I should be here early to get ready, to prepare for the worst. Yet when he walked in her was sure going to be surprised.

The doors opened to reveal a neat looking hallway. I walked down the center of it, just like the stongest heroin would do in a movie.

The most bad-ass, the one who doesn't care, who no one, no man, can defeat no matter how big they are because she is always smarter. The truth was, I felt small, I felt insecure, and I, most of all, was scared.

I always thought that trashing a hotel room would be something else, somethig different. Something loud and thrilling.

Really though, with each throw of a chair or smash of glass just felt like another stab in my heart.

The room was trashed. Completely moved around.

White stuffing covered the floor, brown splinters off wood threatend anything that dare walk on it, glass was thrown across the carpet and glinted off the sunlight.

I sat in the corner, scared and alone. How I wish I hadn't turned Emmett down. How I wish he was here to yell at me and tell me that I was stupid for not telling him what was wrong in the first place.

"Rosalie?" I heard a muffled, deep voice from outside the door. I started to back further into the small space until I realized I had no where to go.

"Rose, open up it's me." I realized then that if Royce was here then he would hvae just walked in.

I breathed deeply for a scond, trying to clear my head. I cleared my throat. "Adam?" I yelled.

"Yeah, it's me. What's going on?" I stood up from the ground and ran across the floor, bleeding and hurting, but I didn't care. I hadn't seem Adam since before...

I flung the door opened and looked at him for only a second.

"Rosa-" I grabbed him then and my lips went on to his. I jumed on him and her caught me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips. He stepped into the room, wincing as his foot met the floor, this made him step back so he was against the door.

I kissed him with such passion that if Royce had walked in at that exact moment I wouldn't have cared, sure I would have been scared out of my mind, but I would not have stopped kissing Adam.

When I pulled away I expected him to hug me and tell me that everything would be okay, that somehow, my face, or the mess, would tell him everything that was wrong and he knew how to fix it.

But he didn't.

"What the hell? Why did you do this?"

Then I realized he didn't know and that he never could. No one ever could.

I had to keep them safe, all of them, my friends, my family, Adam.

All because of one drunken night.

At a house that I had weeped in front of this morning.

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lots. of. love.

PLT!

~AliceSwift