Don't You Live Downstairs? Chapter 8: Sailing The Streets, a twilight fanfic

First of all I apologize for the suuuuper long wait! You'll have to understand that school has started and it's more difficult to even find time to write anything.

So I can't assure you that this next chapter will be great or anything because I just wrote it like crazy just so you could get something and don't give up on this story :)

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Emmett's POV

After nearly tackling the little twerp out of my way when he tried to stop me from going into the first floor of the building I ran straight to my Jeep.

What was Rosalie thinking? Running off like that in the middle of the storm. As much as it pained me that our homes were now in the ground there was nothing we could do about it, at least not right now anyway.

I started my Jeep and backed out of the parking lot. OK I've got this. I just needed to go in the direction of our building and surely I would find Rosalie, I just hoped that her car was standing up well enough to endure the storm.

The streets were just a big chaos. Water, trees and dirt were mixing into some kind of big mess that made driving all that more difficult—and I was on a 4 wheel drive after all.

After what seemed like ages of going through town I spotted something farther up ahead. It looked like a car but I wasn't sure, upon driving a little closer—having to avoid hitting any of the streams of water that were gathering on the street—I saw that it was indeed a car but it was a green one and it was empty. Rosalie drove a black one so this wasn't her car. I just hoped that the person who got stuck in here was missing because he left the car behind and continued going to a safer place.

This was bad. The storm seemed to continue picking up each minute and the water was starting to rise as well. Puddles turned into steady little rivers that will pull at any small cars that would drive over them.

I had to find Rosalie. Fast.

Rosalie's POV

Sigh.

I grabbed my favorite lipstick and was about to figure out how was I going to do this when I felt a little remorse for using it in such way. But desperate situations call for desperate measures.

I would just have to deal with the fact that they were not longer producing this specific shade of red and this was my last one. What's wrong with me? Would I rather die than to waste it? That sure sounds like something I would say in other scenarios but not right now.

I sighed and opened it. I got the tip out enough to be used as a good writing tool. Closing my eyes to take a deep breath I pressed the colorful make up to the windshield, writing HELP on big bold letters. What's done it's done I thought as I moved to do the same on the back window of the car.

After writing on both of the big glasses of my car I noticed that I still had just enough to use it one more time on myself if I wished. I smiled, put the lid back on and placed it in my jeans pocket. Maybe not all was lost.

One would think that while being trapped with nothing to do, time would drag and you'd be bored. Well that person would be very wrong.

Time was passing by incredibly fast. Every so often I would glance at my wrist and check the time, only to get a little more nervous to see that another 20 minutes had passed. I've been here for almost an hour and there no help.

I began to panic just a little bit; I would not allow myself to lose my mind right now. I've been through worst and I am more than able to spend some alone time in the inside of my car. Nothing will get to me, plus I already wrote my message and someone had to see it sooner or later. In the mean time I would just have to wait for my rescue.

However, I did feel a little guilty for leaving my friends without notice and not leaving a message behind. I would call them right now to let them know that I was OK but as you can probably imagine, I'm not getting any bars right now.

Bella would be the one to freak the most, I just know it. But thankfully Alice is there to let her know that everything would turn out all right—that little pixie has a nag for figuring thing out before they even happen—and of course I'm sure Bella's new knight in shining armor will be there to comfort her as well.

The whole situation is strange; I'm usually the one to get guys hitting on me. And then out of nowhere I'm left the fifth wheel on a date that has lasted way too long in my humble opinion. Being trapped on the apartment for days with two new couples does make me wish that I had a steady boyfriend with whom I could spend all that time with. But the steady boyfriend department was long forgotten after the whole cheating scandal with my ex, Royce. He's the reason I stopped seeing men as worth my while for longer than a couple of drinks and dates; if they don't want anything serious then why would I waste my time. They are all the same.

OK, so maybe Jasper and Edward do seem like nice enough guys, especially if they plan on sticking around my girls. From what I've seen they care about them and even though we are bored out of our minds in that place they haven't tried any kind of move to do a certain activity that might keep them occupied for a couple of hours. And that right there gains them major points in my book. They respect them.

But I will still give them The Talk once this hurricane thing is done with. The Talk, of course, is that specific speech you give to the significant other of a close friend of yours, the one when you basically tell them that if you hurt them in any way you will personally kill them…right after you castrate them. It's a good thing that my friends usually pick good guys; otherwise I would have to just hire a hit man already. I actually considered doing something like that to that douche bag James, but Bella had talked me out of it.

I glance at my watch. Another 20 minutes had passed.

What am I doing here? After thinking this for a while, I think that I may have made a mistake. But I was upset and freaking out and my friends were on their rooms with guys and then there was Emmett… Emmett.

God, I definitely made a mistake. He probably thinks I'm a complete bitch after the way I have acted these days. I'm glad I apologized and he seemed to take it well but there's still that nagging feeling I keep getting. I yelled at him, I accused him of things; I pretty much just took any opportunity to snap at him for things that weren't even worth it.

When I get out of this damn car one of the first things I'm doing is sitting down with him and actually have a peaceful conversation and apologize once more.

I glance at my watch… another 20 minutes had passed.

I want to get out of here but apparently mother nature has other plans as the storms continues to pour down on top of my already stuck car and I can barely see past my windshield due to the thick curtain of water.

Thud.

What's that?

Thud.

Everything jerks a little bit and I feel like the car swaging a little.

Thuuuud.

I hear a scratching noise and suddenly my car jerks forward and to the side. I stumble in my seat and struggle to figure out what is happening. I press my face to the window and I can barely see the current that's pulling my car. The rain had accumulated so much that a little river was actually formed. And now I'm not only trapped in my car, but I'm also being pulled to God knows where, I don't even know how far I was when I got stuck.

What am I going to do!

The somewhat clam Rosalie that was trying not to panic quickly says her goodbyes and leaves room to the full-on-panic-mode Rosalie.

I yell, I trash, and I check my phone and still no bars. But I know nobody can hear me and apparently helps was not as quick as I would like it to be.

THUD!

The car stops sailing across the streets and a noise louder than the previous ones make me go back to reality and what I see is something that made me completely lost it. Water… lots and lots of water… as in water reaching the bottom part of the car's windows.

Water is reaching my windows!

I don't not what to do, how to get out. I start to frantically look around to see something—anything—that could somehow get me out of here. The sun roof! I reach for my keys and go to start the car. Click. Click. Nothing! The car won't start and there's no other way of getting it open.

I strangled sob escapes my lips as I continue trying to get my car to start. Nothing. Cry. Nothing. Sob. Nothing. Weep. A grumble from the motor and vibrations form the car. YES! I quickly open the sun roof as far as it can go and I'm out of the car in seconds.

Looking around I expected to see somewhere I could at least swim to but I can see past a couple of feet in this rain. Now sitting on top of my car I yell for help but nothing comes. The water keeps rising but not enough to completely flood the car. I think I may have fallen into something full with water and I'm stuck—even if I'm not longer inside my car.

But now I'm soaking wet, cold and desperate to be back at the apartment with my friends and some hot chocolate.

It has been hours from the moment I first got stuck and I realize that if no one has come already then maybe no one will come at all. And just like that the weight of that though, the intensity of the situation, just having lost my home, and possible not seeing my friends again, makes me break down right there and then.

I collapse on my roof top and let my emotions get the better of me. I cry for everything that I have kept bottled up all this time and once I ran out of tears I began to scream for help once again.

Rosalie Hale isn't a quitter and even if I die here, I will not go down without a fight.

Emmett's POV

Damn it!

This freaking storm wouldn't let me get anywhere and it had been hours from the time I left the house. I know that by now everyone will be freaking out and I don't have any idea of where the hell Rosalie is.

Let me tell you something, the moment I get to her and drag her ass back to the apartment I'm going to let her have a piece of my mind. And even though I'm mad at her for running like that, and being mad at myself for going after her after all she put me through this past couple of days; at the same time I'm worried like crazy that something might have happened to her.

My Jeep is barely holding up in this hell of a storm and I don't want to think what might have happened to Rose's car. I've seen at least a dozen abandoned cars on my way to wherever I'm going and every time I see one I get more and more frustrated that I can't just find her already.

Suddenly I feel like I hit something and I slow down even more—it's not like I was even going fast in this weather. Looking threw my window I manage to see something in the distance…it looks like the top of a car and with something red on the windows, but it's not tall enough to be an actual car, or is it?

Maybe it fell onto something and that's why I can make out the difference. I see a form collapsing time and time again on the object's top, but what is it?

Then suddenly I hear it. Probably the worst sound I will ever hear in all my life.

A shout out for help—scratch that—a piercing scream that breaks even through the loud storm and I just know it has to be her.

I leave my car in the middle of the street, or at least I think it's the middle of the street, and lounge myself out the Jeep. Of course the water is getting past my knees and I struggle to get to the other car.

"Please! Somebody," I hear again "help me!"

"Rosalie!" I yell back.

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