Rosalie's POV

"Ha! Thought you could get rid of me that easy did ya?" Royce sneered as he stumbled across the beach, clearly drunk.

A jolt of fear ran through me. I didn't want Emmett to have to see this. The only thing that's going to make him go away is if he hurts me. There is no other option.

"Get out of here!" Emmett boomed.

His staggering stopped as if he hadn't noticed Emmett there in the first place.

"And who the hell are you?"

"I'm a friend."

"Well get away from here so I don't have to kill you too. "

Emmett stood to his feet, his hands in tight fists.

I tugged on his arm and whispered, "Emmett, don't." I urged him to stop.

"I can take this loser." He whispered back.

Emmett was clearly bigger, but I couldn't stand to picture him fighting with Royce, no matter how sure I was that he would win.

"How the hell did you get here?" Emmett yelled at him.

"My dad's got money. It was pretty easy for him to bail me out. From there I came here, watched the high school. Today all anyone was talking about was the big party tonight. All I had to do was ask someone for the address. So I went to the party looking for you. When I didn't see you I got lucky and asked a guy named Mike if he knew where you were. He knew exactly where you were. "He laughed loudly.

"Rose get out of here, go get help." Emmett whispered into my ear.

"I c-can't leave you." I pleaded with him.

"I'll be fine." He pushed me forward towards the car.

"Emmett look out!" I screamed.

Royce was running at him headlong with a knife in his grip. Emmett narrowly dodged it but caught Royce in the wrist and flipped him to the ground with a thud.

"Go now!" He screamed at me.

I didn't fight him this time. I took off running trying to ignore the thuds I heard behind me. It took me two minutes and then I was back at the parking lot. It was empty. A sob chocked up my throat but I pushed it back down. Desperately I ran down the sidewalk looking for the first person I could find.

I soon spotted a young couple walking along the sidewalk. They looked to be a couple years older than I was.

"You have to help me!" I screamed when I was a few metres away from them.

"What's wrong!" The man asked me worriedly.

"There's somebody with a knife on the beach. Call 911!"

I didn't wait for a reply I took off back in the direction of the beach. I could hear their frantic foot falls behind me. The woman was murmuring breathlessly into her phone; calling 911.

Soon we reached the rocky shore and kept running. The stones tripped me a couple of times, ripping the knees of my jeans.

In the distance two dark figures could be seen.

"There!" I screamed pointing at them.

I let then man get in front of me because he would be the one the stop the fight.

We finished the last stretch of the beach to get to them.

Emmett lay on the ground with Royce hovering over him. I could see the knife at the top of Emmett's arm. I could see the red glistening off of the knife.

Royce wore a smirk on his lips.

I fell to my knees and screamed. This was my entire fault. Royce wouldn't be here hurting him if I didn't exist.

"Help him!" I screamed at the man. "Save him!"

The man threw Royce to the ground. Emmett quickly got to his feet without Royce's weight on top of him. Together they were able to pin him and hold him to the ground. Emmett grabbed the knife and threw it down the beach.

Sirens could be heard in the distance quickly getting closer.

"You can't win Rose! I'll always be able to find you." Royce yelled at me wriggling to get free.

My stomach twisted and I had a metallic taste in my mouth.

Emmett punched him square in the nose causing it to crunch.

The clatter of rocks caused us all to look down the beach. Three police officers and two paramedics came running towards us.

"Everything is going to be okay now." One of the officers assured us.

"Oh, Chris it's this guy again." Another one of the officers gestured to Royce.

"There's no way you're getting out this time." He grunted and pulled Royce to his feet and slid the handcuffs on. They pulled him away from us towards the parking lot. Royce screamed threats at us the whole way. With each one my pulse quickened and my nausea increased.

"Is there anyone hurt?" One of the paramedics asked in a gentle voice.

"His arm is cut." The other man pointed to Emmett's arm that was dripping with blood.

"Let me take a look." The paramedic grasped his arm and shone a flashlight on it. I had to look away. I didn't want to see.

"This is going to need stitches." She noted. "You can come with us in the ambulance."

"Gary can we go?" The girl beside asked anxiously.

"Yes we can go."

We thanked them and the two were on their way.

Emmett and I followed the medics to their ambulance and climbed in the back.

"Emmett, I am so sor-"

He leaned his head in and kissed me cutting of my words. This kiss was different. It wasn't so soft. His lips pressed against mine hard. I twisted my hands into his hair. I had to pull away for air.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're okay." He assured me.

He wrapped his arms around me and I melted into his side, all worries gone from my mind. At least for now.

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