Chapter 3 – Curiosity
POV: Rosalie

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?

His eyes grow a little bigger from shock. "Fuck. Babe, I'm sorry." He states while wiping my tears away with the pads of his thumbs. I could feel the rough calluses on his fingers. But, it was comforting. "What happened?" I bite my bottom lip while looking at him. "I mean... If you want to tell me. If not I'll wait until you're ready."

Emmett was really worried. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Hell, I could tell a lot from looking into his eyes. I answered, clearing my throat. "G-give me a little bit of time. Please?" I look into his eyes, pleading with him.

There was a nod of his head in understanding. "I'll wait. I could tell it took a lot from you just to tell me that." I give a slight nod of my head, then lean my forehead against his. "Just tell me one thing, please?"

"What?"

"Did you turn him in? I mean..." he trails off, I guess unable to finish his sentence.

This was one thing I didn't want to discuss right this moment. "You want to know if they caught him?" His head does a slight nod. I breathe in deep. "No. I...I waited too long to say anything. So they didn't have any evidence to prove anything." I take a moment to gather my thoughts, then start again. "I had thought at the time, I did something to make him do it." He starts to talk but I stop him. "But, after a few weeks, I realized that I didn't. Plus, I had found out that he had put something into my drink. The rest just..."

The rest just didn't matter. Royce, my boyfriend at the time, had raped me. Plain and simple as that. I'm guessing because I wouldn't give it up to him, he had to drug and rape me. Yeah, some man that is. Having to drug someone just to make sure you can get off.

I'm being pulled closer to him in a hug. "Babe, you didn't know. I mean, if you were drugged, then you wouldn't have really known what was going on. Which means that you wouldn't have been able to stop it. You wouldn't have been able to fight him, even if you wanted to. If I knew who the hell this bastard was, I would hunt him down myself and kill him." A growl escaping his throat at the last part.

I pull back to look at him. "Would you hurt him because that's the brother coming out of you towards me? Or because of something else?"

"Both?" He sightly laughs. "Well, more of the fact that you were helpless when it happened. The other, yeah, I got feelings that haven't and never will go away. So seeing you hurt, hurts me, which in turn makes me want to hurt him."

A smile creeps up upon my face. "Good to know. Now, can you let me up? My legs are starting to cramp." Giving me a quick peck to my lips, he then lets go of my hips so I can move.

I grab one of the joints and sit across from him on the window seat. I light it, pull my knees up in front of me, then lean back against the wall. I watch as he kicks his shoes off, grabs one from the bag, turns to face me then sits Indian style while lighting the joint. Grabbing the guitar from the open case on the floor, he picks at notes then starts to play something. It's morphing between Live and Let Die, Welcome to The Jungle, Every Rose Has It's Thorn and Living On A Prayer.

"You in the hair band mood tonight?" I ask then blow smoke out.

He chuckles, then looks over to me. "A little. Trying to get you to smile though."

I take the last hit off the joint, then flick it out the window. "Come with me." It's coming out more of a question than a statement.

His dimples show as he smiles. "Show me the way, babe."

I sit up, taking the guitar from him and setting it back in the case. Snatching the baggie and lighter, I throw it in with the guitar and lock it up. Grabbing the handle with my right hand, I take his hand in my left. Sneaking through the house, I take us down to the basement.

When Daddy had bought the house, he had half of the basement fixed up for me. It was soundproofed so I could have all my guitars and drums without making Daddy mad. One-quarter was where I had all the equipment set up. There was a couch in there for when I didn't want to sit on the chair. As for the other one-quarter, there was a regular couch and love seat. Plus a few other things. One of which was a fridge. Which at this moment had liquor in the freezer.

Once down in my part of the basement, Emmett looks around at everything. "Whoa. Is this why I haven't seen you outside that much for the past week?"

"Yeah. Daddy had this built when he bought the house. He knew how much the music meant to me, so he wanted me to have somewhere to do it. It's sound-proof down here. That way he can get sleep and do all his shit." I start walking over to the freezer and pull a bottle of vodka out. I look back at him, "want some?" I ask swaying the bottle back and forth.

"Yeah. Need some help?" he asks, walking up behind me.

"Can ya handle shots?" I ask while turning around and leaning against the refrigerator. With an eyebrow raised, he looks at me, not speaking. "Or did my big, bad bear somehow turn into a wimpy cub?"

"Trust me Frog, there is nothing wimpy about me. Not now anyways." He leans down and kisses me, as our tongues move against each other. All the while, taking the bottle from my grasp. When he pulls back, there's a smile on his face. "No getting shit-faced tonight. Tipsy? Yes. Shit-faced? Another wild night. As long as I'm with you." That smile coming back to his face.

"Deal."

He steps back, cracks the bottle open, then raises it. "Here's to... Wrongs being right." Tipping the bottle back and taking a swig, he then hands it to me.

"Here's to... All the times we've fucked up." Mimicking him with the bottle, I then hand it back. Noticing there's a smile on his face. I guess he thought I wouldn't be able to do shots.

"Here's to... Love."

We went back and forth a few times. When I know I've had enough, I put the bottle back in the freezer. Emmett's sitting on one of the couches near my desk. I walk over and take a seat in the desk chair.

Twirling around to face him, I speak. "What to play twenty questions? Or see one of my covers, since you've heard me sing."

"You made a video?" I nod. "What song?" He was interested now.

"Halestorm. I've done, Mz Hyde and a few others. Or we can go old school."

Old school, was his answer. So I pulled up Jump Around. Before the video started, he came over, lifted me up, then had me sit on his lap. After the video played, I looked back to him, waiting on him to say something.

"Damn good." A smile playing at his lips.

"You wanna play? You will be the first one in there besides me." I could start to tell when everything hit me. My body had a constant hum going through it. Almost as if my body was the strings on a guitar. Someone had strummed the strings, but wasn't playing any notes. I'm guessing that was from the weed. My head felt heavy and hazed. Now that I knew was the effects of alcohol.

"Maybe later. You said something about twenty questions, come on. Who was your first kiss?"

I turn sideways on his lap, and look at him. "You already know the answer to that. It would be you, when we were like two."

"We don't even remember that. We were both too young,. The only thing we know is what our parents have told us."

"But, I've got proof. Um, so yeah. You were my first. Next question, did you really think about me all those years I was gone?"

"Yes. There wasn't a day that I didn't wonder what you were doing. Or who you were doing."

Royce comes creeping back into my mind. I stiffen up and he realizes what he had said. Pulling me to him, he apologizes. "I didn't mean like that, baby. Damn, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't think."

"It's okay. I need to get over it though. It's been long enough. Next question, tattoos. Got any?"

He looks at me, his eyebrows knitting together. "Actually, yes."

"Of what? And where?" Royce was out of my mind now. It was occupied by everything Emmett, and where his delicious ink was.

"Hold on a minute. Do you have any?" I nod my head. "If I show you mine, then you have to show me yours." I nod again.

Sitting up a little, he takes his shirt off. On his chest, right above his heart, is one of those old-time mirrors. An oval shape with swirls going from the bottom to the top. Engraved into the frame is the saying, 'you have my whole heart, you always did', in fancy letters. In the middle, there is a green frog clinging to a brand. On top of its head is a golden crown with Ruby colored jewels. I touch his skin, running my finger along the mirror. The muscle tightening under my touch.

I glance up at him, noticing that he is watching me. "I did it for you. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again. So, with this, it would remind me of you." He cups my cheek with his right hand. "Remind me of my Frog Princess." He lets out a light chuckle. "Stupid for a guy. I know. But,..."

"No. It's not stupid. I can't believe you did that though. I love it." A smile comes to my face. Which in turn makes him smile. "Is that the only one?" His head shakes back and forth. "Where's the other?"

He points to his right side. I lean over and try to look. But the only thing I see is a few letters in black and red ink. "What does it say?"

"For those I love I will sacrifice. Which is the truth. You know that first hand. When I stood up for you to Billy Mason, in what? Third grade?" I nod. "Stupid fucker learned his lesson. He never messed with you again after that."

"Yeah." I give him a quick kiss. "Thank you. For everything you have done for me."

"Nothing's changed though. I will always be there when you need me. Just call, babe." I nod, then smile. His eyes hood over with what looks like hunger. I could be wrong, though. "You've seen my ink. Now strip so I can see."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "How do you know I have to strip?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he says, "It was a guess. I mean I don't see anything right this second. So, where is it?"

"You mean where are they?" His eyebrow raises. I stand up, double check that the door is locked, then take my shirt off when I'm back in front of him. I turn so my left side is to him, then he pulls me closer to look. I lift my arm a little so he can see better. "It was the first one I ever got."

The rough callouses of his fingertips trace the black outline. Sending electric shocks through me. The tattoo was supposed to be a dream catcher. In the middle where it would have all the strings connected, I had the guy draw up something different. It was a piece of hide with a bear paw print in the middle. There were beads connected to the outside of the circle, with two feathers connected near the side.

"I guess you weren't the only one that wanted a reminder."

He looks up at me then, a smile planted on his face. "I guess not. So what's the other? And where?"

I turn so I'm standing in front of him. "Close your eyes."

"Hell no. I wanna see."

"Fine." I turn around, so I'm facing away from him, then reach behind and unclip my bra. Looking over my shoulder, I make sure he isn't peeking. He's not. But, he's got a shit-eating-grin on his face. I let the black lace bra slide, then drop to the floor. Holding my hands over my breasts, I turn around.

On my right side, under my boob then moving across to my ribs, there is a saying. With three feathers, looking like they were being moved by wind, the words done the same.

"I may not see you, but I can feel you..." he reads. When he looks up, there's a question in his eyes.

"It has a double meaning. You and my mom. Mom for when she died, it's a memorial tat. For you, because even when you weren't around, if I did certain things, I felt like I knew what you would say if you were standing beside me."

"Is that all?" I shake my head no. "How many more?"

"A few." I turn and slip the bra back on. Then slide the shorts off. Leaving me only in my black bra and black boy shorts. I face away from him so he can see the small black and red bows on the back of my thighs. In the middle of the bow is a skull with cross bones.

There's a stinging slap to my ass, so I turn around and look at him. There's a dimpled grin on his face. I roll my eyes, then sit on his lap again.

"Where is the other one? You had said a few." He asked while pulling me closer to his chest.

I move my hair out of the way. On the right side, behind my ear, is a dandelion. Some of the seeds coming off. Like someone had blown on them. "And the last one..." I trail off turning my head, and moving my hair again. Behind my left ear is a small music note, with Avenged Sevenfold's death bat wings. 'foREVer' is curved around the side.

"Avenged Sevenfold. Nice." He glances at his watch. "Babe, you know it's going on six am right?"

"Nope. What you want to go lay down?" I ask sadly.

"Well, we need a little bit of sleep. Plus, I was planning on going to Port Angeles."

"What were you going there for."

"Piercing." I raise an eyebrow at him. "I was going to get my tongue redone and get snake bites."

Emmett with his tongue pierced? Holy fucking hell. "One bite or both?"

"Which would you like?"

"Oh, you're asking me for advice now?"

"Yeah. Now which would be hotter?" he cocks an eyebrow at me.

"I'm...fuck it. Just the one. The right side. Can I come with?" I plead with my eyes.

"I was going to take you anyways. Whether you liked it or not."

"So you were going to kidnap me?"

He shakes his head back and forth, a smile planted on his face. "Frog, shut up." Holding my back with his left arm, and his right going under my knees, he lifts me up. "You're going to sleep." He states looking down at me. I apparently wrapped my arm around his neck, and buried my face in the crook of his neck.

Padding over to the couch, he lays down against the cushions. Emmett doesn't move me beside him, he just lets me stretch out over top of him. My hand that was clinging to his neck, starts to play with his hair. I scrape my black nails absentmindedly against his scalp.

I feel my back being rubbed. Emmett's fingers lightly moving up and down my spine. My breathing starts to even out, as I nuzzle closer to him. I was drifting into a haze, when I heard Emmett whisper, "I love you", then felt a kiss to the top of my head. I'm pretty sure that was the start of my dream.

Alright, so you know the deal. Leave some love and let me know what you think.
The Jump Around song is a metal cover done by Leo Moracchioli.
So check it out, along with his other covers.
For the image of the tattoos, check the URLs below. You'll just have to take the spaces out.

Em's Frog: preview. tinyurl jpynk2h

Em's Right Side: preview. tinyurl h9h4e4a

Ro's Music Note: preview. tinyurl zn79tz3

Ro's Skull Bows: preview. tinyurl hqpbqyy

Ro's Right Side : preview. tinyurl jzrctbn

Ro's Left Side: preview. tinyurl zlow453

Ro's Dandilion: preview. tinyurl j5lgpwl