For one reason or another, it had been the third time Rose and her mom moved towns.

Her mom liked to call herself an artist. Julia Hale had left her home and did not even graduate high school to pursue her artistic dreams in a cabaret. She was offered to go on tour around the USA and she did not think twice before going.

Her career as a showgirl was just taking off when she met a handsome man in one of the shows. It was supposed to be another one-night stand to add to the list when a few weeks later, nausea made it impossible for the young woman to perform the night's show. And in one of the dirty bathrooms of the many clubs they performed at, she found out about her pregnancy.

After having Rosalie nothing was the same for Julia and her career as a showgirl. The money for every gig was not enough for the young woman and for baby Rose to make ends meet.

Tour life was hard for a woman who had just given birth and for a newborn baby. So, Julia had given up her dream of success and had no other option but to settle down in a bypassing town. Rosalie would always believe that her mother would forever resent her for having to give up her big dreams.

They had moved so many times and Julia had had so many ex-shitty boyfriends Rose could not even say a number.

After many years of working low-paying jobs in low-tier and sometimes illegal cabarets Julia had no other option but to find another source of income. It had to be fast and easy and Julia only knew to do one thing, dance. Rose had been a very small child, three years old when her mom started working in a strip club. Rose had grown up backstage with her mother's "colleagues".

Once her mom had been strikingly beautiful. Unique beauty women used to envy till no end and men used to fall for till no end; but now at almost forty years old, her beauty had been killed by all the drugs and alcohol she consumed in the strip club. Rose could not remember the time that her mom was sober or not in some type of withdrawal.

This new strip club in Port Angels had a good promise for the future. At least that was what her mother had said before moving to the cheapest area near Port Angeles, Forks.

A nice small town with a low enough crime rate.

They had rented a shitty house and not a shitty apartment in a shitty apartment complex. They had actually warm water for most of the week. The boiler stopped working like clockwork once a week, but they had a nice neighbor who told them he was more than happy to help them fix it.

Rose for the very first time in many many years had her own bedroom, her own bed, her own space. She liked it there, she even had friends and even a quarterback boyfriend in her new high school.

She was making roots here. Who cared if the girls she called friends were not very nice to other people or if they said awful things behind each other's back? At least she had some people to go have lunch with.

Her so-called boyfriend sat with Rose and her friends. He was older and a quarterback, so her friends loved him, especially Jessica. She figured Jess had a crush on Emmett or something. He definitely talked to Jessica more than she did to Rosalie herself. Did he have sex with Jess too? She preferred to not know the answer. But if she was honest with herself, she guessed it didn't matter. Emmett did not feel like a real boyfriend. Not that she had boyfriends before him, but Rosalie watched a lot of rom-coms and the guys on the TV went out with their girlfriends to do fun stuff. Emmett and Rosalie had never seen each other outside of the school or the occasional party Jessica dragged her to.

They didn't even see each other much in the school either. Just in lunch and in-between classes. Emmett was a senior, so they didn't have any classes together of course.

The first week in the new school Emmett had asked for her name, called her pretty, bought her lunch, and started calling her his girlfriend since then. Rose had said nothing.

She also said nothing when Emmett had initiated sex in the school parking lot. He had a Jeep, so they had had enough space to do the deed and he was done extremely fast too.

She was sixteen so it was about time that she had lost her virginity, right? He even bought her McDonald's afterward. She loved McDonald's. Who cared if she cried right after he dropped her home? It had been fast and only hurt a little. Jess and the girls told her that usually, the first time hurt a lot, so she was thankful that it did not physically hurt a lot.

Sex was only a chore for her. It meant that after they were done Emmett would buy her ice cream or McDonald's as a treat. She liked that.

"Mind If I come over after school?" Emmett whispered in her ear during lunch. Jessica coughed from her side of the table.

Rose shook her head "Sure."

"Your mom is working?"

She nodded and he nodded back. Guessed they were moving their shenanigans to her house. Rose wasn't sure if she liked that. Were they going to do it in her bed? Gross, she liked her bed. She even bought cute pink covers for it at Walmart. She didn't want to ruin it.

After school was over they drove up silently to their house. She was not embarrassed when Emmett looked around the house and sat on the couch. It was fairly clean. Her mom was never home so Rose could clean once a day and the house would remain clean.

"You want something to drink?" She offered once she left her school stuff on the kitchen table.

"You have a beer?" He reached for the TV remote on the coffee table and proceeded to put his big and dirty feet on the coffee table.

She blinked "I'm sorry. I have water?"

"That's fine." He shrugged while he watched an old rerun of a fishing show.

With a water bottle in hand, she joined him on the couch.

They watched the fishing show for a couple of minutes before Emmett started to kiss her neck. It was weird. His lips were on her neck, but his eyes were on the TV watching Rick tell the audience what were the best techniques to start your fishing journey.

He unbuttoned his pants. Foreplay over.

Emmett was a big guy he took much of the couch as it was and he looked really intimidating when he hovered before her like that. He smelled like cheap Axe.

She had never seen his dick. He usually just unbuttoned his jeans, get rid of her underwear and stick it right in. It was big by the feel of it. Well, it felt like if he pushed too hard he would break her in too.

Rosalie was not wet by any means so it did hurt a little when he entered her. He grunted and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself. The Fish Show was still in the background.

It took a minute for her body to accommodate him so that was when he started thrusting.

Every thrust took the breath out of her lungs and judging by his face he was not enjoying it much either. His face looked like he was in serious pain. Emmett always cursed like something was wrong with her. He also never tried to make her feel good or just touch her in general.

"Shit." He grunted and thrust faster before stopping abruptly. It took a minute for him to catch his breath and remove the used condom she had not even seen him putting.

He finished his bottle of water and threw it somewhere around the couch "I'll see you tomorrow."

It could have been minutes or hours before she stopped watching the ceiling. Rosalie sighed and turned off the TV and started cleaning the house.

She did not like sex very much. She understood it did not feel very good for women and that it was mostly a thing women did for their husband's pleasure. Even her mom got paid to have sex.

Women did get something out of the sex. It was not sexual pleasure or climax per se.

For some, like her mother, it was money. For the wives, it was a new car, a new dress, jewelry…

What did Rosalie get out of sex?