Rosalie's POV

Two weeks later the class handed in our papers from English and our videos. Surprisingly once the assignment was over Emmett and I continued hanging out. We usually hung out with Alice, Bella, Edward, and Emmett's friend Jasper. We had gotten to know each other well and ended up getting an A on both the papers and the videos. I did hate lying to him though. When he had asked about my family I had told him that Karen was my mother and that my father had passed away five years ago. He didn't need to know about... he didn't need to know.

Karen was glad that I had been making friends and requested I invite them over regularly. Tonight was one of those nights. All five of them were coming over for dinner. Karen fussed about in the kitchen baking a lasagne. I got the family room set up for movies and popped a bunch of popcorn.

"You excited Rosalie?" Karen called from the kitchen.

"Yes." I actually was pretty excited to see everyone again.

Soon the doorbell rang so I ran to the front to grab it. This was the first time they had come over with Karen here. I opened the door surprised that they had all arrived together.

"Hey Rose!" Alice hugged me and entered.

Everyone else shuffled in and took off their shoes and jackets.

"You can come meet my... mom." I wondered if they heard the hesitation in my voice.

I led them into the kitchen where Karen was bent over the oven trying to save the lasagne I could smell burning.

"Oh hell, I'll just order pizza." She muttered to herself.

"K-mom, these are my friends." Her eyes widened at the word mom. I hoped she didn't say anything.

"Hello." She greeted them.

"This is Alice, Edward, Emmett, Bella, and Jasper." I gestured to each of them as I said their names.

"Rosalie has said so many nice things about each of you. I hope you don't mind pizza." She laughed.

Everyone murmured their okay's with pizza so Karen went to hunt down the number.

"We can go watch a movie in the next room." I pointed over my shoulder in the direction of the family room. After everyone agreed I set up the DVD player and slid in an old horror movie. As soon as the movie began to play a huge crack of thunder sounded out side.

"That was creepy." Bella shivered.

"Yeah it was." Jasper agreed.

We continued watching the movie through the thunderstorm jumping both at the scary parts and when the thunder was loud. Soon the pizza arrived and I helped Karen get the plates down from the cupboard.

"Shoot. Um, Rosalie. There is a case of coke in the basement. Can you go get that for me?" Karen asked me not wanting to serve our guests club soda.

"Sure."

I made my way down the steep basement staircase to find the cokes. The basement was un-finished so it gave me the creeps. The hanging pipes cast frightening shadows against the bare concrete floor. I couldn't see the coke right away so I walked around to the other side that was under the staircase. I spotted the case, snagged it and ran up the stairs. I paused at the top when I heard my name being spoken up stairs. I wanted to hear what they were saying about me.

"She didn't tell you?" Karen's muffled voice.

She started speaking again. "The poor thing was beaten every day, parents had a drinking problem. Her boyfriend even left her without helping her. She called 911 one day after-"

A scream began to bubble up in my throat. I dropped the case of coke and it fell down the stairs with a loud clatter spilling coke everywhere. Soon I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Tears welled up in my eyes and began spilling over.

I sprinted to the door shaking off any hands that tried to grab me. I couldn't hear their pleas for me to stop running. All I could hear was my frantic heart beat and the slam of the door behind me.

I ran. I was running to my favourite place in the world. The only place I felt truly comfortable. A little spot nestled in the woods by Karen's home. There was a single bench out in the woods. I loved to go there to think.

I could hear my feet pounding against the pavement of the road. I pushed myself to run as fast as I could. My breath heaved through my chest. Half from running, half were my sobs. Soon I reached my place and I fell to the ground. I curled my knees to my chest. The rain pelted on my face, stinging it.

I didn't want to be a freak. I could almost hear the whispers now. I could almost see the people pointing at me. All my friends would leave me. They would say I was weak for calling 911.

I sobbed until it hurt my chest. I cried until I thought I would run out of tears.

I don't know how long it been when I started hearing my name being called in the distance. It started faintly almost like a whisper. Then it started getting louder and louder until it was just a whisper again, right next to my ear.

Emmett lay on the ground next to me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I curled into his side and cried into his shoulder. We stayed like this for several minutes without speaking, without moving.

"Rosalie, you could have told me-" Emmett started in a hushed voice.

"No, I couldn't have. You would have stayed away from me. You would have laughed." My voice was weak and shaky.

"I would never do that to you." He sounded angry. "No one will ever hurt you again."

We both fell silent again; the only sounds were my harsh breathing and the rain hammering down on his jacket.

"Your m-Karen didn't mean it. She didn't know that we didn't-" He spoke again after a few more minutes.

"I know that." I sniffled. "I'm not mad at her. I'm just mad at myself for thinking that I could be normal. Thinking that I could get away from..." my voice trailed off as a new round of sobs shook through my body.

"Rosalie no matter who you are I will always love you." He told me looking into my eyes.

My head spun and my stomach twisted.

"Don't say that word to me!" I screamed pulling away from him.

"Rose I-" He tried to grab my hand. I shook him off.

"Emmett, just go." I ordered. I stood up and walked further into the woods leaving him behind me.

Some people think that holding on makes us stronger; but sometimes it is letting go that does. I couldn't believe or trust in love anymore. How many times had I heard those empty words growing up from my mother? She abandoned me. How many times had Royce told me that he loved me and would forever? He left me because I was suffering. I couldn't believe people anymore when they spoke those words. They meant nothing to me. They were simply empty promises reminding me of a dark past that I would do anything to forget.

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