I knew I was asleep because of the darkness. Everything was dark and fuzzy and I was alone. Then I was being carried, but when I looked up there was no one there. It was like I was floating. I think deep down I knew who it was, but since I was asleep I couldn't register it properly. I know it was Emmett who carried me up to my room. When I wasn't sitting on the cold hard ground, but on a soft warm cloud, I knew I was in bed. I willed myself to wake up from the dream, escape the fuzzy darkness. Finally I did wake up and I was right, I was in bed.
I get out of bed and turn on the bed room light. I'm wearing one of Emmett's big t shirts. It's comfortable, worn out and broken in. it's soft like an old t shirt, not like brand new ones that are some times itchy. I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. I miss my apartment, I miss performing. Don't get me wrong, having Emmett in my life is wonderful. But if we could just go back to the way things had been before Royce was trying to kill me, than that would be amazing. However I suppose that if he hadn't wanted Emmett to kill me than I may never have met Emmett.
I stand up and open my bedroom door. I shut it behind me and walk down the hall way. Emmett's bed room door is closed. I know he sleeps with it closed. So, instead of going in I go down stairs. Most of the lights are off, except the kitchen light. I go in and see Jasper, drinking hot chocolate and reading a book. He looks up at me and smiles.
"Hot chocolate, this late at night?" I ask him, making myself some.
"You know it helps me fall asleep," he says.
"I thought that was warm milk," I say.
"Both, actually," he says and he smirks and puts his book mark in his book and closes it. I sit down next to him at the counter and he turns on the bar stool to look at me.
"Emmett's shirt?" he asks, sounding well, kind of pissed.
"No, it's left over from my mail order stripper that I had over here last week end," I say sarcastically. I think Jasper gets three shades greener, as if the idea makes him sick.
"Rosalie," he says in his 'I'm older so I have more authority than you' voice. So what, he's only older by like ten minutes. He shouldn't treat me like a baby.
"I'm kidding Jasper, get a sense of humor," I say. He becomes less green but he still looks sick. It's probably the idea of me having sex to begin with that makes him feel sick. I sigh; I knew when I saw the way he was looking at Emmett that I would need to talk to him.
"You know I love you, right Jasper?" I ask him and he looks at me and nods. "Then what are you so worried about? It's not like I'm going to marry Emmett and go off with him and completely forget about you. You're my twin brother, I would never be able to do that… besides after all this 'crazy with a capital K' shit, I'm going to be needing therapy more now, not just once a month." Jasper smiled and he even laughed a little bit.
"I'm not worried about you forgetting me Rose," he says.
"Then what's your problem? You gave him permission to marry me, as a couple we're going to do things," I say.
"I'd just rather you had waited until you two really were married," he says.
"There are two things wrong with that. One, it's hypocritical. I know for a fact that you and Alice did not wait until marriage. Two, we're in this house all day with pretty much nothing to do; we're going to get bored! You should have seen it coming eventually," I say, trying not to make it sound like a rant.
"Okay, you're right," Jasper says, sighing.
"Did you just admit that I was right?" I ask.
"Yeah, don't get used to it though," he says smiling. He stands up and kisses me on the top of my head. "Try to get some sleep."
"Yes, sir," I say. Jasper laughs, takes his book and goes upstairs. I sigh and put our empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.
I shut off the kitchen lights and go upstairs. I trip on the bottom step and fall, banging my knee. Monkey shit, I think, there's going to be a bruise now! I stand up, rub my knee and then go upstairs. Instead of going to my room, I turn and walk to Emmett's. Quietly, I open his door. Surprisingly, the light in his room is on. I wonder why I didn't notice it coming out from under the door when I first left my room. I don't see Emmett anywhere. I walk to the bed and on the pillow is a rose an envelope with 'Rosalie' written on it. I spin around and Emmett's bag is gone.
Quickly, I run out of his room and flick the hall light on. I'm not going down the stairs with out light. I run down the stairs, my knee throbbing a little and I turn on more lights. Then I reach the garage door and I whip it open. Emmett's car isn't there. I shut the door and head back through the house to the front door. I open that and step out on the front steps. The cold air, biting at me and making me shiver. I can see the tire tracks in the snow covering the drive way. He's gone, I think.
I step back in side and shut the front door. I lock it and then lean against it, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. I rub my hands together and try to warm back up. It was cold out side and the wind didn't make it any warmer. When I can feel my fingers, I think my mind starts up again. Before it was frozen, just like my fingers and toes, unable to realize exactly what had happened. That's why I just now start to cry. My shoulders shake and I simply sob. I feel the twinge in my arm where Carlisle just took the stitches out four days ago.
"Rose?" I hear, I wipe my eyes and stop crying for a moment. It's a man, part of me hopes it is Emmett. But before I even look up I know it is Jasper. He's standing there, so is Alice and Edward; even Bella has come down stairs. Seeing them makes my lip quiver and I start to cry all over again. Jasper walks over and helps me up off the ground. He hugs me tight and I cry into his chest. Alice goes around and shuts off all the lights I had turned on. The upstairs hall light is still on though.
"Come on sweetie," Alice says after coming back. She takes my hand and leads me toward the stairs. But I can't walk right, I just can't concentrate. Alice sighs and looks at Jasper.
"I'll take her," I hear him murmur and he picks me up and carries me. Behind us I see Edward carrying Bella and Alice carrying her wheel chair. I realize I've stopped crying, but now I'm zoned out, like I can't accept it. Jasper puts me in my bed and tucks me in and soon they've all left. But I can't sleep, the pain is there, but I'm denying it. There's only one thing I can do that'll get me to accept this.
Quietly I get out of bed and walk across the hall to Emmett's room. I'm quiet and I don't turn on any lights. The light in his room is still on. What he left for me is still there on the bed, where I dropped it. I shut his door and walk over to the bed. I sit on it, cross legged. Then I pick up the note he left me and carefully I open it.
Dear Rosalie,
Do you know what the first thing I thought of was, when I saw you? I thought that I was in some pretty deep shit. What with having to kill but protect you, I thought you would be the death of me. Maybe you still will be though… no I shouldn't say that, you'll take it the wrong way. What I mean Rose, it that when I come back you're craziness, smarts, beauty, everything about you, will be the death of me, simply because I love you so much. That was a run on sentence wasn't it?
I'm leaving you a red rose. It's a reminder of how I proposed to you. Do you remember that? Do you remember that red roses are for love? I love you rose, and when I come back we're going to get married and have a family and live happily ever after because that's what is meant to happen. But what I have to go do now, that is meant to happen first. Please understand that.
I really am trying to be heart felt Rose. But I don't exactly know how to do that. I just hope this letter can be enough for you to wait for me to come back, because I will come back. I promise I won't be long, New Year's Day at the latest. So don't worry about me. I'll see you soon.
Love, Emmett.
So now there is no denying it. What I don't understand though is why he didn't tell me he was leaving. He could have told me, I wouldn't have tried to talk him out of it. Okay, so maybe I would have. I lie down on his bed and rest my head on his pillow. I always thought it was corny to say this, but his pillow smells like him. Really, it does, I'm not exaggerating in the least. I close my eyes and feel the tears leak out. This crying isn't like the sobbing, loud crying from before. It's different, it's quiet.
Then I think that maybe what Emmett said is true. This has to be done before we can have our lives together. However, maybe it doesn't have to be done this way. I stand up and look in the mirror. I stare at myself and think if this is what I really want to do. yes, it is… I'm going to help him. I'm going to help Emmett kill Royce. I leave his room and walk down towards another room, not my own. There are two other people, besides Emmett, who know where Royce is. And I will get them to tell me.
Tada! So Rose had her talk with Jasper and she found Emmett's note. I hope I got the emotions right. To tell you all the truth I almost cried while writing that. Any ways, the voting for who kills Royce is now closed. There were a total of 11 votes, so I chose to close the voting so it wouldn't be tied once again. The votes came down to be that one of the options only won by one vote. If you didn't go vote, let me inform you the options were A. Emmett kills Royce or B. Rose kills Royce. I won't say which won though; you'll have to keep reading to find out. Please review, and remember that all songs in this story are on my profile and character outfits, story cover and car pictures are on my blog.
~EM~