I know it's kinda short, but bear with me please :D and leave tha lovin'
Chapter 2 - Nightmare
POV: Rosalie
I shot straight up from a deep sleep. Sweat beading on my chest and forehead. Taking a few deep breaths, I try to slow my racing heart. I sit up on the edge of the bed and drop my head into my hands. Once my breathing and heart rate are under control, I check the clock.
1:00 glows back at me in bright red. I am not gonna be able to go to sleep anytime soon after that. Walking over and opening the window more, the cool air helps calm me just a bit more. I sit for a few minutes on the window seat. This usually helps, but not this time. Sighing, I pull my guitar case to me and find the hidden pack.
Daddy, he kind of knows what happened. But, we don't talk about it unless need be. I pull one of the joints out of the pack and light it up. Yeah, I know, drugs are bad. You don't have to tell me that. But one doctor said that it would help. Believe me or not, it doesn't matter. Plus, Daddy helps me when I can't pick it up. So he knows what I do.
Holding the joint in one hand, I grab my guitar with my other. Picking the straight box out, as my Grandmother called it, instead of my electric. Only because I don't know how sound-proof these walls are. Plus Daddy's got to work in the morning. So I don't want to wake him up.
Pulling from the joint again, I inhale and hold it in for a minute. Letting the smoke out, I put it out then slip the joint between the strings near the head. I play around with notes for a couple minutes, then morph into a song and start to sing.
It was a rainy night
When he came into sight,
Standing by the road,
With no umbrella, no coat.
So I pulled up alongside
And I offered him a ride.
He accepted with a smile,
So we drove for a while.
I didn't ask him his name,
This lonely boy, in the rain.
Fate, tell me it's right, is this love at first sight?
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night.
I look up and out the window to the night sky. As I'm singing, I look over and see a window cracked open. A bedside lamp flips on and I see Emmett. I shake my head back and forth a few times to get images out of my mind. All the while, never missing a beat or word.
All I wanna do is make love to you
Oh say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
So we found this hotel,
It was a place that, I knew well
We made magic that night.
Oh, he did everything, everything right
He brought the woman out of me,
So many times, oh easily
And in the morning when he woke
All I left him was a note.
I told him
I am the flower, you are the seed,
We walked in the garden
We planted a tree,
Now baby don't try to find me,
Please don't you dare
Just live in my memory,
You'll always be there
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
Oh, oooh, we made love, love, love like strangers
All night long,
All night long
Then it happened one day,
We came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
I said please baby, please baby, please understand
I'm in love with another man
Oh what he couldn't give me, no, no, oh
Was the one little thing that you can
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Oh say you will babe, you want me too, all night long
All night long
Baby please
All I wanna do, all I wanna do
Say you will, you want me
All I wanna do is make love to you
All night long
After letting the last note play out, I grab the joint and light it again. That's when I get the shit scared out of me. Someone calls my name, and when they do, I drop my lighter out the window. I look to where the sound is coming from. No surprise it's Emmett. His heads sticking out his window, looking at me with concern.
"Damn it, Emmett. What?" I try not to be a bitch when I say it. But, I don't think I covered it well that time.
"You okay? It's one thirty in the morning..." he trails off. His eyes get a little bigger, then he cocks an eyebrow at me, "are you smokin' weed?"
I heave out a sigh. I really don't want to get into this lecturing shit right now. "Yes, and I guess I'm okay. I don't really know right now." I say then take in another breath of the smoke and hold it. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I blow the smoke up into the air.
"You want to talk about it? I got more if you're almost out."
I look at him, a little wide-eyed, then laugh. "You pothead. Never thought that would happen."
"Frog, shut up. Now do you want me to bring my stash and talk or what?"
I thought about it for a minute. Emmett does calm me down for the most part. Plus I'm almost out, so I don't want to smoke all mine. I might as well. I looked over to him. "Yeah, and grab my fucking lighter on the way up. Since you made me drop the motherfucker."
"You knew I was over here. I had the damn window up, and I saw you looking."
Well son of a bitch. He caught me peeking. "Fuck you, Bear."
"Anytime you want, baby. Just tell me when and where."
I just roll my eyes at him. Of course, that's all he would think about. I look back at him again. "Are you going to get your shit and come on or what?"
"Yeah. Give me a minute." Then he walks off. I squint my eyes, trying to see where he hides his shit. No such luck.
Finishing off the joint, I throw the roach out the window. After setting the guitar aside, I make my way to the door and unlock it. Slowly, and quietly I may add, I make my way down the stairs and to the backdoor. Flipping the latch, I pull it open. There stands Emmett, holding up a baggie with rolled joints. A shit-eating-grin on his face.
I pull him into the house by his shirt, then shut the door back. "You got my lighter?" He holds it up in his other hand. "Good. Come on."
He follows me through the kitchen, being careful not to hit anything. I take his hand and head up the stairs. Being quietly as I can, not to wake Daddy. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. You know that feeling of when someone is watching you? Yeah, that's what I feel right now. But, I know that it's Emmett. He's got to be checking me out in these damn black stretchy shorts and baby blue camisole. Because it really doesn't leave much to the imagination.
Once my door is open, I pull him inside, then shut and lock it. I turn back and look up at him."What tha' fuck are you looking at?"
A small laugh escapes his lips. "You. That was a fucking stupid question." He turns on his heels then heads over to the window. Taking a seat he looks back to me. "What?"
"What were you looking at me like that for?" I ask walking over to stand in front of him.
He drops his head and opens the baggie. "I'm not getting into that Frog." He pulls a joint out, lights it then looks back up to me. The look on my face must have been an unspoken question. Blowing smoke out after a minute or so, and setting the bag aside, he then starts to talk. "Ro, baby please don't make me do something stupid right now. Cause trust me, I will. I may love it now, but I'll probably hate myself for it later."
I bend down and take the joint from his mouth. "Tell me, Bear." I straighten up and take a hit. The next thing I know, I'm straddling his lap. My arms lay on his shoulders. Making sure not to drop the joint at any moment.
His face is buried in the neck and hair while holding me to him. "Rose, I've been trying for a fucking week to not do anything." The words stop for a minute, then he pulls back and looks at me. I hear, "fuck it", then his lips are on mine.
I'm caught by surprise at first, then kiss him back as I close my eyes. His lips are soft, but firm against my own. As I'm being pulled against him, I open my mouth to let a moan out. Next thing I know, his tongue is sliding against mine. Jesus Christ, he can kiss. Apparently, I threw the joint out the window. Cause I don't have it right now. I slide my fingers into his hair, as electric-like shocks run through my body. Giving a tug, I pull his head back breaking the kiss. I bite my lip and look at him through hooded eyes.
"Wow." That was all I could manage to get out.
Leaning his forehead against mine, he managed to speak. "I've waited years to do that."
I pull back and look at him shocked, "years?"
"I wanted to do that the day that you left. But, I was too chick shit to do it."
I just smile. Seems I affected him back then like he did me then. "Well, you've got awhile to make up for lost time then."
Cocking his eyebrow again. "You're not mad at me for that?"
"I would have already bitch slapped you if I was. But, I need to tell you something before this goes any further."
He looks at me a little puzzled. Concerned, maybe? "What is it, babe?"
How the hell was I going to tell him this? I haven't even told Daddy the whole story. More importantly, how is he going to react? Dear God in heaven, please don't let him push me away for this. But, here goes.
"After we moved, well a few years after really, I started seeing this guy. I was fifteen when we started dating, anyways, something bad happened. Daddy doesn't know the whole story. My mom was the only one that did..."
"What happened, baby? You can tell me anything." He rubbed my hair down and held his hand there.
I took a deep, shaky breath. Closing my eyes, I try not to think of everything that had happened. Just tell him already. "I was raped, Em." Tears start to slide out the corner of my eyes. Silence. Ok, can you please say something?
Song above is Halestorm's All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You
Once again I know this is short but I'll have something else up shortly
~KOD~