Okay so slower update then I'd hoped (I'm sorry, sometimes I have trouble writing chapters.) Also it's hard to update when I've been without wifi for over a week. I've been camping with friends and updating totally slipped my mind. Getting back and reading all your reviews made me super happy and I'm back now! Next chapter is up within the week, I promise! (P.S We reached 100 reviews! That is hella rad guys!)

Recap:

"Emergency services, what can I do for you?" The phone is answered the same moment Royce throws open the door to the room I'm hiding in. I cover my mouth with my hand, tears flow freely down my cheeks.

"Emergency services, what can I do for you?" The woman repeats.

"Help me." I whimper into the phone.

Before I can hear the lady respond someone grabs my feet and rough hands drag me out from under the bed. I let out a loud shriek as I'm flipped onto my back.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Royce asks, chuckling darkly.

Rosalie POV

This is it. I am going to die. It was a pretty crappy way to go. I'd never even get to grow up. It wasn't fair. Royce's crazed face is inches from mine; his left arm holds me still and his right is tightly gripping his knife: which is now caked with blood. Reggie must have put up a fight; Royce's face looks pretty busted up. It's weird seeing Royce littered with bruises, I had always thought of him as untouchable. The blood dripping from his nose and his swollen eyelid prove his vulnerability. I'm terrified, and I could really really use a hug from Esme or Carlisle, maybe both of them.

He holds the knife against my cheek and Reggie's blood drips onto me. I struggle, but Royce has an iron hold on me I can't shake. I scream again. Desperate and frustrated with my uselessness. Why did Reggie's house have to be in the middle of no where? Why did the worst things always have to happen to me?

Oddly enough, death isn't the worst thing I can imagine. It wasn't the first time I'd thought about dying and what (if anything) comes after it. My real grandmother (my mother's mom) had died about a year ago. It was the only funeral I had ever been too. People I'd never met before spoke about her and told memories they shared with her. It was the first and last time I saw my mother cry. I wondered who would come to my funeral. Would anyone speak; would anyone cry? Kind of disturbing thoughts for a little girl, but I'd had to grow up pretty fast.

"Royce don't- don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." I beg. Pathetic, you're pathetic.

"I really screwed you up, didn't I?" He asks, tracing the knife across my cheek.

The only reply I can manage is a soft whimper. "I'll be good. I promise."

"That's not going to be a problem anymore. You're not going to be my problem anymore. All you ever do is ruin the lives of those around you. I had to kill Reggie because of you."

He was right. It was all my fault Reggie was dead, I should've been better. He was nice to me; I wished I could tell him his food wasn't yucky and that he should go kiss and marry the girl from the grocery store and stop hanging out with Royce.

"Last time was a fluke accident, and it won't be happening again. This time you are going to stay dead. Knife to the stomach-it'll kill you within the hour, probably within ten minutes."

"I don't want to die." I cry weakly.

"I have to do it. I have to kill you."

"You don't have to. I won't tell anyone. I won't Royce. M-my parents will be mad if you kill me, they'll be mad Royce." I plead with him. My parents would be mad if Royce killed me like this, last time was different, but they wouldn't let him do this. They didn't hate me that much.

"Parents?" Royce scoffed. "They don't care about you. No one cares about you."

My throat feels thick and tears begin to sting in the corners of my eyes.

"I'll try and make it quick if you stay still." Royce says in a charming tone that makes me feel sick.

The pounding in my head increases. My ears wail. Wait, was that sirens? Royce swears. On the bright side, at least the police will catch him after he stabs me. He tilts his head and listens, covering my mouth with his hand. The sound of car doors opening and closing and footsteps has Royce scrambling.

"This is the police department, open the door." A deep voice yells, pounding on the doorway.

I'm lifted into Royce's arms as he places his knife against my neck. I don't struggle, I'm too afraid to do anything but lay limp in his hold. A tiny part of me has hope the police officers will save me in time-stopping bad guys was what they were supposed to do, right?- But I'm almost completely sure that Royce is going to kill me and no one- not even the police officers -can help me.

I hear a loud crash as the police kick open the door. Royce holds me tighter and presses the knife closer to my neck.

"Get out of here!" Royce shouts. The sound of footsteps gets closer and I let out a yelp as Royce pulls my arm behind my back roughly enough I think it's going to fall off.

Two police officers enter the room. Both of them point their guns at Royce as soon as they see him.

"Put her down." The older of the two police officers orders.

"I don't think so." Royce says calmly. "Drop your weapons or I'll kill her."

When neither of the officers do as their instructed Royce tugs my arm harder and I scream in agony. The pain was terrible enough I'm sure I'm going to die. Couldn't the police officers just do as they were told? I don't care if Royce gets away I just want the pain to stop.

The younger police officer is the first to put down her gun, and her partner follows soon after. Royce presses the knife against my throat again and I begin to shake.

"Kick them under the bed." He says, gesturing to the officers guns. "Don't make any sudden moves or I'll slit her throat."

The girl cop looks at Royce angrily but complies when she looks at my shaking form. Kicking both of the guns under the bed and taking a step back. The second cop shifts his hand slightly over the pocket of his jacket and Royce snaps.

"What the hell is that?" He shouts. "Are you hiding a second gun from me? You think you can trick me?!"

"Sir, please calm down. We can talk through this, I can help you." The girl offers in a soothing voice. "We're not trying to trick you; but you need to put the child down."

"I won't let her go, I won't! You're a liar, you can't help me. I don't want your damn help!" Royce shouts crazily and I know something is terribly terribly wrong with his mind. He isn't up for talking.

The police officers realize this a second to late because I'm hit by a blinding pain in my side so terrible I know I'm going to die. When did Royce move the knife from my neck to my side? I couldn't be sure. The last thing I hear before everything fades to black is a gun firing and a loud shout.

I welcome the numb feeling the darkness offers, and I think to myself; maybe dying isn't so bad.

Carlisle POV

Losing a child is the worst pain parents may have to face. Time and time again I had been forced to tell mothers and fathers about their children's deaths. When I first started working in the hospital I would get awful nightmares about patients I had lost.

It was always my youngest patients whose faces would haunt me. Even if I had done everything possible to save them, sometimes, it just wasn't enough. After a while the nightmares faded, and I told myself that all the children under my care who had passed away were being well taken care of up in heaven

Losing a child was a pain I never thought Esme and I would have to face. Rosalie was our daughter. We loved her as fiercely as we would a son or daughter of our own. As much as she needed us, we also needed her.

Our lives without Rose seemed empty. Esme and I had taken a week off of work. We barely slept, spent the day searching for Rosalie in surrounding towns, and came back in time to pick our kids up from school. While all of our children were confused and worried we'd made a family decision that after being home for four days it was important they tried to keep going to school. It took their minds off of things for at least a little while. Esme's mother was no longer staying with us, and Esme and I were trying very hard to keep our lives momentarily from falling to pieces. As thin as the possibility seemed of finding Rose: we refused to give up hope.

"Do you think it's okay if I go to my baseball game tonight?" Emmett asked seriously when we all sat down for dinner.

I looked to Esme for input but her hair was hanging down over her face as she scooped chicken casserole onto Jaspers plate. People had started bringing us food on the fifth day of Rose being gone. The way everyone was acting, it was as if Rosalie were dead! Which I refused to believe. Esme and I had accepted the food out of kindness, but the majority of it we drove over to the local food bank. For the past week our dinners had mostly consisted of silence, Esme and I would share news on Rose if there was any (and there wasn't) and then sometimes one of the kids would briefly talk about their day.

"I talked to your coach and he said it was okay if you started the season a little later. But if you really want to I can try and take you tonight." I tell him. Though the last thing I want to do is drag myself out of the house and sit on dirty bleachers with curious parents filled with questions about Rosalie.

"I wanted Rosalie to be there." Emmett says suddenly. "But Billy told me it's been so long and that she's never coming back. He told me I should stop waiting."

I'm unable to find the words to respond, I have to squeeze my fork to get rid of some of my anger. Emmett's friend from school couldn't have known the pain his words would bring to my son.

"So, is it true? Is Rose never coming back?" Emmett asks in a wobbly voice. Everyone at the table freezes. Emmett is crying, something he hasn't done since he fell off his bike and sprained his wrist two years ago. Though I think even then Esme had cried more then him.

"Rosalie's not coming back?!" Alice exclaims.

"She's going to be okay." I try and tell them. But it's too late and soon Alice is crying too, and then Jasper, and even Edward can't stop a couple tears from running down his cheeks.

"Rosalie is coming home." Esme says firmly.

Like magic, the crying ceases. The only thing heard is the occasional sniffle. Esme had been keeping it together for our children, at times she was keeping it together even better then I was. When nosy people came to the door and started asking questions about why we chose to adopt Rosalie that made my blood boil it was Esme who kept a kind smile and answered 'because we love her.'

"Everything is going to be okay. Whatever happens. We're Cullen's, and we look after each other. Even when things get tough." Esme says as she finishes putting food on everyone's plate.

"Your mother is right." I tell them, finally finding my voice.

"Of course I'm right." Esme says, rolling her eyes.

Everyone laughs for the first time in a while. As painful as it is, we weren't about to give up just yet.

Rosalie POV

Pain everywhere. I must be awake because I hear people talking and my ears hurt from all the different sounds. I'm too exhausted to do anything but lie still with my eyes closed.

"-the blade didn't puncture anything serious. We're worried about her being dehydrated and malnourished among other things. But everyone's taking real good care of her. Do you know who she is?" Someone is saying. Is he talking about me? What did those things mean? Malnourished? Dehydrated? My name is Rosalie, I want to shout, Can you find my family for me?

"Rosalie Hale, some nice lady called in about her being seen with a suspicious figure earlier today. Her and her fiancée were able to confirm Royce King was our suspicious figure. They know the home owner too, Reggie Matcher. Say he's a good guy and they'll vouch for him." A different voice is saying.

"Our gun shot victim in room 202? Got any parents you can call for Rosalie? She might be more willing to wake up to a familiar face." The same man as before asks. Was Reggie okay?

"Laura and Richard Hale are on their way. They sounded really worried over the phone. Apparently the kidnapper used to be a friend of theirs." The other voice responded grimly.

No! Those aren't the parents you're supposed to call! My parents were going to let Royce kill me! I needed Esme and Carlisle.

I muster as much will-power as I can and open my eyes. The amount of people moving around and leaning over me is nauseating. I try to move my hand but all I can do is flutter my fingers slightly. One of the nurses notices and then alerts a doctor who rushes to my bedside.

"Esme and Carlisle Cullen." I try and tell them the names of my parents. My voice comes out sounding like a strangled gasp. I felt like crap. I can't help but moan at the overwhelming pain.

The doctor listens patiently, quietly giving directions to a nurse after he hears my voice.

"Laura and Richard Hale, bad." I try again. It still comes out unclear. There's something around my neck that's keeping me from moving my head and I pull at it, trying to get it off me.

"Calm down sweet heart. You need that still. We're giving you more medicine to help with any pain you are feeling." Gentle hands pull my arms (which I've miraculously regained movement in) away from my neck. "What are you trying to tell us?"

"Carlisle C-Cullen. H-he's my dad, call him." I say in a quiet voice. This time I think he understands because he nods.

"I'm going to talk to the police officers. I'll get them to call him. Get some rest now, you are safe here. When you wake up your dad might be here already." The doctor tells me soothingly.

I'm really really tired and it's so nice to feel somewhat safe that I decide a nap couldn't hurt. Whatever medicine they gave me is working and the pain is faint enough I can ignore it if I try hard enough.

It looked like I wasn't going to die yet.

Carlisle POV

We're washing dishes when the phone rings. Esme quickly picks up the phone when she sees me about to do it with my soapy hands. I turn back to the sink and continue cleaning the last of the dishes.

Esme doesn't talk and I assume she's listening to someone we'd met maybe once blabber on and on about how sorry they were about our loss. Most people assumed Rosalie was already long dead.

"Thank you for calling we'll be there as soon as we can." Esme says after a little while. Her voice is so thick with emotion I turn to look at her.

Esme is crying when she hangs up the phone and I pull her into a hug. She continues to weep into my shoulder and I fear the worst.

"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly.

She looks up at me with teary eyes that sparkle with relief. "Carlisle they found her. They found our little girl."

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