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Chapter 8
The Rebel
Emmett was sitting next to me, smiling like always and I couldn't help it. I smiled with him. For the first time in a long time I was truly happy and not just faking it. But happy moments just cant last. Not forever; hardly ever actually.
"So Rose, are you going to tell me what happened?" He said as if we had never really ever grown apart. I was slightly skeptical. How could he still really care about me? And after all this time and all the things that have come between uses. Maybe he didn't realize all that was keeping us back from being friends.
I sighed heavily. I was hopping that he wouldn't say anything though I knew it was pointless. Even the most trained person in apathy has to feel sometime. I was after all, only human. "I told you, I tripped."
He looked at me. I could tell that he was just as stubborn now as he was back then, maybe even more. His deep brown eyes met mine and we were now having a never ending staring contest. "Don't lie to me."
I sighed again, but this time it was in defeat "He hit me."
I didn't have to say who. He knew; he always knew. Somehow, he held a cool calm face but I could tell he was angry. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel to tight. With his voice controlled, "I thought your aunt stopped him from doing that."
I cringed a little at the thought of my aunt throwing herself at him again. That was a time that I didn't want to relive. I covered my cringing with a shrug, acting like I really didn't care. Maybe if I didn't care, he wouldn't either, "I guess she caught his strange disease."
His face was red with anger now but his voice was even. "So how have you been besides…" he gestured towards my face, apparently unable to complete his sentence.
What was I supposed to tell him? How could I possibly tell him that on my good days I just want to jump off of a cliff and end this misery I call life; That all of my nights are even worse and that I cry myself to sleep? No, I couldn't tell him that I was crying inside and desperate for anything to make me happy. No, nobody knows that but me.
So, I lied. "I've been fine, I guess."
Emmett didn't believe me. I didn't blame him, I couldn't really believe myself. Normally, I was a good liar but Emmett could see straight through that and he called my bluff, "That's a lie." He didn't even take his eyes off the road.
My eyebrows furrowed and I acted like he hadn't caught me, "What are you talking about."
Then he smiled, I really hadn't expected that. "You haven't changed a bit Rose."
Of course I had! Could he honestly not see that I had changed tremendously?! I wore make-up and wore my hair differently… even acted differently.
He obviously, saw the confusion on my face and he put it to rest, "Still as stubborn as ever. Do you really think I can't tell when you lie to me?"
I scoffed, not really knowing what else to do.
He leaned in next to me, coming too close for comfort. I could feel his warm breath tickling me in a sensitive spot behind my ear. I could also feel the muscles of his arm through the long sleeved layered T-shirt he wore. I could feel myself getting dizzy as his sweet breath fanned over my face. At that moment I really wanted to reach out and… I stopped that thought in its tracks and did everything but shake it out of my head. Emmett and I couldn't even be friends. We couldn't afford to be anything more… ever.
His voice broke me out of my trance, "I know you better than anyone else… even you."
Just then my anger reared its head. I wasn't necessarily, upset with him, but myself. How had I really lost everything that I had with him? However, I took my anger out on him, growling, "You don't know me! Nobody knows me!" With that, I opened the door of the huge jeep while it was still moving. "Pull over."
"Rose, shut the door, your going to hit a tree with it!" he griped, not really as mad as I thought he would be.
"I said pull over!" I snapped and he did so. I hoped out of the jeep, showing him a not so nice finger of mine and stormed off. He sat on the side of the road, awestruck for a few seconds before closing his mouth and driving away. That left me the walk home.
(Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I know, it took a long time to update… again but please don't throw rocks at me! So about Rosalie… she's kind of got a temper problem I know but I'm trying to get her therapy. So maybe the next chapter will be a little bit more… I don't know… not depressing? Hmm… what do you think? REVIEW!)