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EMMETT'S POV

Rosalie was curled up, like a ragdoll almost, in my arms, in the excat same position I caught her in when she heard that Jasper died. That was almost three hours ago. I didn't have the heart to wake her up, she looked so peacefull. The rest of her life would be hell for her, loosing her mom and dad within a month of eachother, and then her best friend in the whole world, Jasper. I was kicking myself black and blue on the inside because it was my fault that Jasper was dead. If i hadn't thrown the first punch, because I was mad he wouldnt let me talk to Rose, he never would have pushed me back, making me super pissed. I never would have thrown him into a wall, and punched him repeditly.I shuddered internally. Stupidity became my middle name within the last few days. First cheating on Rose with her best friend, then killing he brother.

I hadn't ment to cheat on Rose, it just happened. That sounds way worse then it is. Alice and I were talking for a few weeks ahead of time, just trying to become friends, for Rosalie's sake, and then she showed up at my house wearing nothing but skimpy black laungerie. I coudln't help myself. Looking back now, it wasn't even worth the look of hurt, and absolute pain on Rosalie's face when she found us. When she woke up, I was going to take her to a really super fancy dinner, and make a day all about her. She'd like that, I thought to myself. I'd make it up to her one way or another. I knew deep down within my heart that she would never forgive me for killing her brother. I kicked myself again. Why did I do that?!

"Couldn't you save him?" I questioned my dad, the head doctor.

"No, son, there's nothing we could have done," I sighed heavily, and whispered,

"What's going to happen to her?" I have been wondering this for sometime now. No way in hell would she ever return to her house, unless she had someone with her, and even then, I doubt that she would. Too much hurt and too much tears have been formed there, and I was the cause of most of them. Dammnit.

"Seeing as she's a minor, she will become a ward of the state until she turns 18."

"Dad, she's not a minor. She's 17. Can't she choose where she wants to live?" I asked hopeing the answer would be yes.

"True, very true. Are you trying to get at something, Emmett?" I smiled and nodded.

"Do you think she could come live with us?" I felt Rose suck in a deep breath, I didn't want to disturb her just yet, so I went on as I didn't feel anything. I looked to my dad, and he had a look of thoughtfulness on his face.

"I don't mind, but it's ultimatly up to Rosalie." As though on cue, Rose opened her eyes.

"I don't want to be a burden." I smiled and laughed and hugged her tight.

"Rose! You're awake." She looked at me, realizing who was holding her, and then pracically leaped out of my lap to the chair next to dad.

"I've only started to forgive you. You got a long way to go, Emmett." I nodded with a single tear rolling down my face, "Why are you crying? I should be the one crying, and beating YOU up. It's your fault that Jasper's gone. It's all your fault." She screamed. Before I knew it, she was on top of me, punching me in the face and arms, screaming

"You killed Jasper! You killed my best friend! He's never coming back, and it's all your fault!!!!" I felt her get pulled backward, and looked up. Dad had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a hug, and was whispering to her.

"Honey, it will be ok. We'll make it through this. It wasn't Emmett's fault that Jasper died. Yes, it is his fault that Jasper got placed in the hospital, but not his fault that he died. There was something wrong with him, and he didn't want to tell you, because it would cause you too much pain and hurt." She pulled back from him to look at him in the eye.

"What is it, Doctor?" She asked in a small voice full of tears.

"First, please call me Carlisle, and second," Carlisle paused and took a deep breath, "Jasper had a fatal heart condition. His heart was a margin of a size smaller than it should have been for his body. It was only a matter of time before he died." Rosalie didn't say anything at first, and then said quietly,

"Oh. So, what is going to happen to me now? Am I going to come and live with you, or move out?"

"I know it's hard to deal with death of a loved one, of a best friend. I've been through it many times. But I promise, that you are strong enough to get through this. Plus, you have Emmett, me, and the whole rest of our family behind you one hundred percent. Nothing is going to happen to you ok? If you would like, you can move in with us, or you can move out. It is completly up to you." She nodded and turned in Carlisle's arm's to glare at me.

"I'll move in with you, as long as I don't have to share a room with him for a while." I nodded and reached over for a hug. She pulled farther back into Carlisle, and shook her head no. I stepped back, and put my hands behind my back.

"I'll go to your house and get your things if you would like," I offered.

"No. I can get them, all you have to do is drive me over there. If that's ok." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. Carlisle pulled her into a tight hug again, and she started sobbing.

"He's gone.."Over and over again. Carlisle looked over her head, and motioned for me to leave. I did what I was told. I left the room.

-------Two hours later--------

I drove up into the driveway of Rosalie's house. The whole ride over there was complete silence. It was driving me nuts.

"No. I'm perfectly capable of doing it by myself. I'll get my stuff, and some of Jasper's, and then have movers come out and package everything else up, I can't stand to see it anymore." With that, she opened the car door, got out, and slammed it. I watched her slowly walk in to the house, with her sholders slumped.

After what seemed like forever, I decided to go in after her, just to make sure she was alright. I opened the front door to see not only Rosalie standing in the middle of the living room, but a man, who I've known my whole life, my best friend, standing next to her with a gun in his hand.

James.

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