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Chapter six.
Rosalie McCarty flipped over the fried bacon and went back to staring miserably out the window. She thought her life would have been better once her husband, who had been held hostage for three years, finally came free and returned home. But her heartache is still just as strong and nothing seems to have changed. All thanks to that fucking warning…
Plating up the bacon with a side of overly-buttered toast, Rosalie poured boiling water into the mug of coffee granules and proceeded back upstairs with breakfast for her husband. She had something to discuss with Emmett, so some ass-kissing was in order. But seeing him, curled up under the sheets and sleeping like a peaceful child made all her depression disappear. He's safe and home; that's all that matters.
Which is another reason why this conversation is a must have. Rosalie doesn't know Isabella Swan personally, but she knows of her through this disaster, and she knows exactly what Isabella is going through. She can't sit back and do nothing when Edward is in danger and Isabella needs some answers and help from someone on the same wave length.
From the smell of bacon and coffee, it didn't take Emmett long to come around from his slumber – he can smell bacon from a mile off. "Mmm…shit smells good." He took a bite from his toasted bacon sandwich and only then did he give his wife a morning kiss.
Emmett McCarty: always the romantic.
As the saying goes; there's no time like the present. "Em'…I, er, I need to talk to you…about something."
Emmett pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, doing his best to think about what Rosalie needed to talk about. One thing came to mind almost instantly. His facial expression morphed from confusion to semi-happiness. "Oh, my God, you're pregnant! I know the McCarty's have good stuff…but hot damn that's quick."
Emmett McCarty: always the first to jump to conclusions.
"What?! No! I mean…no!"
He let out a long, deep breath, "oooh…Not that I don't want kiddos, but now is not the time, y'know?"
"Ya think? No, Emmett, this is important." Sensing his wife's seriousness, Emmett pushed his breakfast away and gave her his full attention. "Charlie Swan phoned yesterday hoping to talk to you. Y'know, Isabella's dad…"
"Rose, love, we've spoken about this…"
"I know! I know! But we can't sit around and do nothing; I want to help her."
It's not that Emmett didn't want to help, but he was too aware of the consequences if he did so. Losing one of his closest friends is one thing, but losing his wife would be a feeling he didn't even want to think about.
"Listen, Rose, you know what they said. If we tell anybody anything they'll go for Edward, they'll go for me, they'll go for you and they'll go for anyone involved."
Rosalie shook her head in exasperation, "yes, but what if things were reversed? Edward came home and you stayed there? Isabella and Edward would have been given the warning and I would have wanted answers."
"Everyone is a lot safer if we just keep quiet."
Feeling the anger rush inside her, Rosalie slapped her hands hard on her knees. "It's like you don't want to help!"
Emmett stormed up from the bed, knocking the breakfast plate over and covering the sheets in crumbs. As he spoke, he flung his arms around. "You think I don't want to help?! You think I like sitting here whilst knowing that Edward is staring death straight in the face?! He could be dead now for all we know and I can't do anything! If I did we'll all be dead! Do you not understand, Rosalie?"
"Of course I understand!" Tears sprung in her eyes and dropped one by one, "I went three years not knowing where you were or if you were alive and then, finally, my prayers were answered and you came home. But Isabella is still waiting and I want to help her…"
"Rosalie, if you say anything they will find out. I don't know how, but trust me, they will."
They put an end to their conversation there, but it never left Rosalie's mind. No matter what Emmett said, she couldn't sit back and allow Isabella to continue going through the pain that Rosalie knows only too well.
Which was why, when making up the excuse about needing to go food shopping, Rosalie sat in her car with Charlie Swan's number written down on a scrap of paper. She thought over her reasons once again, but it didn't change her view on things.
She needed to help.
"Hello?" A rough voice answered the call.
"Good afternoon, this is Rosalie McCarty, please can I speak to -."
"—Rosalie, yes, it's me, Charlie. How can I help you?"
"Um…I would like to help you, um, and Isabella…"
The rough voice of Charlie vanished and he now sounded like a jolly old man. "Excellent! Bella will be over the moon about that. I'll pass you her number and we can take it from there. Thank you so much, Rosalie."
After ending the call Rosalie sobbed quietly in her hands, finally letting all her bottled up emotions free.
She had gone behind her husband's back, but for what price?
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