"Rose, I'm going to fall over," I said as I tried another high kick. "I wasn't meant to move like this."

She laughed and did another jab kick combo. Taebo had been her idea as a work out/self-defense training. "Just try to keep moving. Your balance will improve as we go."

I looked over at her like she was crazy. Bad idea. Just as I did so, I fell flat on my back. Rosalie looked down at me and burst into laughter. "I'm so glad I amuse you."

She reached a hand down to me, "I'm sorry Bella. You just looked so shocked. I couldn't help it." She stopped the video and threw me a towel.

I looked around the empty room. There were mirrors and mats. It was obviously used as a class room. "How did you swing them giving you a whole room?"

"I teach taebo three times a week, so they let me use the empty class room whenever I want."

I looked at her a little shocked, "You teach Taebo?"

She nodded and grabbed her water bottle, "I spent a lot of time working out in high school. It was the only way I could get rid of my excess rage."

Rose, full of rage? "What rage? Every time I see you, you're always smiling and laughing. Well, either that or sucking face with Emmett."

She laughed again, only proving my point. "I wasn't always that way. Emmett's helped me a lot, but there was a time when I couldn't be around anyone."

She slid down the wall until she was sitting on a mat. She patted the spot next on the mat next to her for me to join her. "I think you should know what happened to me."

My curiosity piqued and I sat down next to Rosalie and waited for her to continue. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. "I've always been rather vain about my looks. I still am. It's probably my major fault."

"I wasn't the only one who paid attention to the way I looked. Men and women alike would watched me wherever I went. I had many admirers. I enjoyed the attention it brought me. I'd get served alcohol when I ate out. People would give me things for free. And someone would always be with me. Sure, most of them talked about me behind my back, but that never bothered me. I had everything, money, looks, and a plan. I was going to get married to a rich, handsome man and have lots of beautiful babies. It's all I wanted."

She sighed and looked back at me. "My father worked in the Kings' bank. I would spend some afternoons in his office after school. That's where I met Royce, Royce King. He was the owner's son. I was 15 and he was 27. I didn't pay him much attention, as I said before, everyone watched me."

She closed her eyes again, this time she seemed to be trying to block something. "He started to go out of his way to meet me in the file room or greet me at the front door. As time passed, he'd kiss my cheek or my hand. When I'd show up, there would be a rose on my father's desk for me. My father ignored the attention because it was good for his career."

"One night, my father was working late. I stayed in hopes of seeing Royce. I'd grown attached to him. It seemed that he was going to be the one to make my fairy tale come true."

He face went extremely pale and her jaw set. "I was getting my father a soda from the vending machine in the employee break room. I was putting the dollar into the machine when someone pushed me against the machine. He quickly flipped me around and I saw that it was Royce. I could smell the alcohol on his breath."

A single tear escaped her lid, "When I told my father, he didn't believe me. He would tell anyone what Royce had done to me. I had to cover up the bruises and cuts, but I could never cover the shame. He'd taken me, right there against the vending machine."

She wiped a few more tears that had managed to escape from her lids, "My mother convinced my father to send me to a counselor when I started to lash out. I couldn't be around men."

"What about Emmett?" I couldn't understand. The type of person she was describing herself as couldn't be in the same state as someone as big and buff as Emmett, let alone be in a physical and emotional relationship with him.

She smiled, it was a happy smile, and I was glad to see it. "I am so lucky to have found Emmett. He is exactly what a person like me needs. He's sweet and caring and will never allow any harm to come to me. He taught me that some men can be trusted. He treated me like an angel. I don't know how he did it, but he brought me back. He made me feel beautiful, loved and wanted."

She dropped her head to her hands and silent sobs shook her shoulders. I threw my arms around her and she placed her head on my shoulder. "I'll never get my full fairy tale, Bella." She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "Royce didn't just rape and beat me. He absolutely destroyed me. I can never have children. All I ever really wanted was a family, and I wish more than anything that I could give Emmett that." She shakily wiped the tears away. "He'll take me no matter what, but he deserves children. He deserves a son to watch play sports and a daughter who he can watch grow and protect from all the boys who try to break her heart. He'd be great with kids, because he is one." She laughed through the tears.

I took her hand and squeezed it in both of mine, "Rose you know that you can adopt. There are so many children out there that would be lucky to have you as a mother. And you'd make them so happy. You'd make a great mother."

She squeezed my hands back and smiled. "I know that. And someday I hope to have beautiful family."

"Now," She stood up and pulled me to my feet, "That's enough of a break. We're going to work on that balance of yours. You are a danger to anyone in a thirty foot radius and we are going to fix that."

I got up and followed her to the other side of the room where they had a low balance beam. I was scared, but knew that my risk of getting hurt was only raised slightly by the elevation in height.

She held my hand as she led me across the beam. I watched her as she smiled and patiently helped me as I stumbled. She had a very maternal nature that I had never noticed before. I was seeing Rosalie for the first time, and now, I understood exactly what Emmett had fallen in love with.

As we walked back to the apartment from the campus gym, I hooked arms with Rosalie. "Thank you, Rose."

She looked down at me and smiled. No other communication needed to pass between us.