The Rebel
Chapter 5
Disclaimer:
Me- Oh my gosh I have the Twilight deed!!
Police officer- takes deed away No you don't, this is going back to Stephanie Meyer and your going to jail! handcuffs me.
Me- NOOOOOOOOOO!!
Narrator- In conclusion I do not own Twilight!
Royce's face moved slowly towards mine.
I myself was panicking. Sure I had kissed a guy before but never Royce.
His lips came crashing down on mine. Our kiss was locked with a single phrase, "I love you Rosy."
As I was opening my mouth to reply, I heard it. That single voice that never ceased to make my head turn, "Rose?"
Turning to see Emmett there, I felt a wave of regret was over me. His expression held nothing more than hurt. I had hurt him, my best friend.
"Emmett…" I reached forward. I wanted… no needed to comfort him. His pain intensified as Lauren, Jessica, and Royce pulled me away from him.
He turned and ran. It was impossible to stop him but still I tried, "Emmett!" I yelled his name again and again, hoping that my words would somehow reach out and grab him, but he didn't s top running. This left me with the everlasting feeling that I had chased him away; and knowing that he had taken all traces of Rosalie Hale with him.
My alarm woke me from my horrific dream a moment later. Quickly rubbing away the tears now streaming down my face, I got out of bed.
"I hate Tuesdays, "I mumbled while walking over to my closet and choosing an outfit. I decided on a black shirt that had an apple and the words "Bite me" on the front. My pants were dark skinny jeans that tightly hugged my legs and hips.
I took my shower, enjoying the moment of piece. The only piece I would get this morning.
While walking out the door I called, "I'm going to school!"
"Wait!" the garbled voice of my uncle could be heard through the house. My aunt cringed, knowing what would happen next. I tried not to look scared as he entered the living room holding a pink piece of laundry.
"Yes sir?" I played my part as an innocent girl perfectly due to my years of practice.
"Who did the laundry last night?!" he was extremely angry. The vein in his forehead looked positively awful as it pushed against the skin on his creased forehead. No one dared to tell him that he was responsible for the pink cloth.
My aunt went to raise her hand but I wasn't about to let him hit her. I wasn't that selfish; so I raised my own hand, saving my relative from his vicious blows.
His fist came down and landed a blow on the side of my face. I didn't cry. I refused to give him the pleasure. My efforts were in vain, to my abusive uncle, hitting those weaker than him gave all the pleasure he needed. Walking out of the room, "LET that be a lesson to you: Don't let it happen again."
My aunt rushed over to me, gingerly touching the red mark on my cheek. "Don't you ever do that again! It could have been worse than just a bruise you know." She scolded. But I knew all to well how much worse it could have been, shuddering when I imagined myself all bloody and lying on our musty carpet floor as he stood over me laughing.
"I need to get to school." I said standing up off the floor. I hand even realized I was blown back by the punch.
She frowned, "This one will need stitches."
My eyes grew wide. I couldn't face Dr.Carlisle! He was Alice's dad! "I'm sure I'll be fine." I tried to assure her.
Taking her apron and running it along my stinging cheek, she revealed the blood to me. "It's not just a little scratch Rosalie."
My eyes widened again at the vast amount of blood, "To the doctors."
She smiled a knowing smile.