Rosalie's POV

Three weeks. Three weeks without speaking to my friends. Three weeks without speaking. When teachers asked me for answers in class I would shake my head with a fake little smile and go back to silence. As for music I would just fake it. The compliments ceased from Mr. Holloway. At lunch I would sit on my own ignoring the glances in my direction from the friends I used to have.

Karen left me be at home. She felt terrible about what she had done. I wanted so badly to tell her it wasn't her fault, but I couldn't find the words. After school I would go to my room, sit on my window bench and stare at the street.

Today I was in my bed reading. Karen knocked gently on my door unsure whether she should come in or not. I got to my feet and opened it for her.

"I'm going to the grocery store, is there anything you need?" She asked me quietly.

I shook my head and she ducked out the door. I waited until I heard the front door shut until I went downstairs to have a snack.

I filled a bowl full of grapes and plopped down on the couch to watch T.V. Nothing interesting was on so I settled on the weather channel. It looked like it was going to rain again tonight. Surprise. I sighed, flicked the T.V off and went to go clean out my bowl and put it away.

After I was finished with that I decided to grab my book from up stairs and read it on the couch. I was settled in nicely and started to dive into a different world. Soon I was completely un aware of anything besides the words on the page. A knock on the door brought me out of my little world.

I figured it would be Karen wanting me to help her carry things.

I opened the door slowly. His hand clamped down on my mouth hard.

"Is... she here?" He couldn't find the right words.

I shook my head and he released me with a jerk causing me to stumble forward. I heard the front door slam and then the latch being shut.

"Thought you could get away huh?" He sneered.

"Thought that you could just leave Portland and make a fool of me? Everyone back there hates me. They think I'm some cruel..." Again he couldn't find words.

"R-Royce why are you h-here?" I stuttered shaking. His cruel gray eyes watched me angrily.

"Because you ruined my life!" He screamed at me as he punched me hard under my jaw. I fell backward onto the floor and cried out as pain shot through my jaw line.

"Get out Royce." I tried to yell it but it just sounded like a whimper.

"As weak as ever." He laughed cruelly and grabbed me so I was on my feet again.

I tried to fight him. I punched, kicked, scratched, bit. I did everything I could, but he was too strong.

Clearly frustrated he grabbed me by the neck and slammed my head into a picture frame on the wall. I crumpled to the ground and screamed. Sobs broke through my chest.

"You gonna call 911 Rose? You gonna tell on me?"

I put my hand to my head and felt the warm blood starting to run down the side of my face. The whole left sleeve of my blue t-shirt looked orange from the blood.

I sobbed harder on the floor with my eyes shut. The pain was everywhere.

"You disgust me Rosalie Hale." He left me with a kick in the gut that knocked the breath right out of me. I waited until the door was shut again until I got up and grabbed my jacket. I knew exactly where I had to go. My body ached and protested with every step that I took. I had to get there. I was feeling light headed from the cut in my head. I had to hurry. Just one more street.

I finally reached the house I was looking for. I knocked weakly on the door gripping it for support. He answered the door and I collapsed onto him.

"Rosalie! What happened to you?"

I couldn't answer him all I could do was stare into his perfect blue eyes.

"Mom we have to get her to the hospital!"

His mother appeared from behind him with their jackets in her hands. Emmett carried me to their car. He laid me in the backseat on top of him. Un-consciousness was fighting with me. My eye lids started drooping and blackness washed over my eyes. I fought it for just a moment I had to say something.

"Emmett." I muttered. My speech was slightly slurred and un-even but her understood.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

The last thing I heard before un-consciousness swallowed me whole was, "You're going to be okay now."

Alright so I hoped you liked that, I know it was evil to bring Royce back, but he is EVIL.

As always I am very thankful to anyone that has read this story. Reviews are my best friend so if you could write one for me I would love that :)