Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, I do own my OC's.
Rosalie still felt sick with worry and guilt the next morning. She had hardly slept all night, and didn't speak all the way through breakfast. When her mother asked her why she was so quiet, Rosalie said she had a hangover. When she heard Emmett honk his car horn outside around lunch time to take her home, she was relieved to go. She dashed straight outside and into the passenger seat. Emmett stared at her as she pulled her seat belt over her.
"Whats up with you?" He asked.
"Nothing" Rosalie muttered, not looking at him.
"Don't give me that" Emmett said, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road.
"She was making a mistake. We all knew it. He was bad news from the start". Rosalie said, meaning only to think it.
"Who? Leo?" Emmett said.
"Yes. Leo" Rosalie said bitterly.
"Whats he done?" Emmett demanded to know.
"I can't tell you" Rosalie sighed.
"Why not?" Emmett asked gently.
Rosalie looked up at him. "If you knew even half of it, you'd never see me the way you do now again" She told him quietly.
Her violet eyes were so serious, shining with tears. Emmett stopped the car and parked it at the side of the road. Then he placed his hand under her chin and leaned forwards. He kissed her, trying with every ounce of him to put as much meaning into the kiss as possible. Rosalie shivered. She had never kissed Emmett before. After her first kiss at fourteen, she had believed that nothing could feel more magical. She had been wrong.
"Don't be so sure" Emmett whispered against her lips.
She smiled despite her anxiety, "Alright, I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything" Rosalie looked down at her hands, "I went to college to study child care. I love kids, you see. I wanted to start my own kindergarten" She smiled, then it dropped, "One night, I stayed behind late to finish an assignment, and one of the professors came in. I think he taught some sort of science, I'm not sure. He asked me what I was doing, and then commented on my looks. I thought he was just being nice, but then he started saying things... really vulgar things" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "He raped me" She didn't dare look up.
"What happened then?" Emmett asked calmly.
"He left, like nothing had happened. I didn't go back to college, and I moved out of my parents house as soon as possible. I never told anybody what happened. You're the first person to know" She replied.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie" Emmett kissed her hair, wishing he knew better words to say.
"Would you like hear the rest?" She asked.
"Of course" Emmett nodded.
"I don't really work at an animal salon. I'm... I'm a call girl" The words hung in the air like smoke.
"Oh" Emmett responded. And that was it.
"Seriously? All you're going to say is oh?" Rosalie said in astonishment.
"What else is there to say?" Emmett said.
She shook her head. "Well, anyway, Leo's found out. He said he'll tell my family about it if I don't steal money from my Grandpa for him" Rosalie finished.
Emmett sucked through his teeth, "How does being a jailbird on death row sound to you?" He asked.
She punched his arm, regretting it as the pain throbbed through her fingers instead. It was as if he were made of rock. "Emmett, please be serious about this" Rosalie snapped.
He sighed, "Do you like being a call girl?" It didn't sound as bad when Emmett said it.
"Its all I've ever felt good for, after what happened" Rosalie shrugged.
"I think you should just tell your parents yourself. No secret stays hidden forever. It'll come out one day, you must know that" Emmett said.
"You say it like it'll be easy" Rosalie screwed her face up.
"And then you can tell them what Leo wanted you to do" Emmett added.
"This is going to be pretty" Rosalie siad.
"Sorry babe, its all I've got" Emmett squeezed her hand.
No matter how much she didn't want to tell her parents anything, Rosalie knew, in her heart of hearts, that Emmett was right. She'd never be able to keep her job a secret forever. Maybe after telling them, she'd quit, and go back to child care. In fact, the more she thought about it, the better it sounded to her.
Rosalie Hale was about to turn her life around.