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PROMPT: "9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

9-1-1

"Rosalie, please listen to me," Bella said as she followed me into the kitchen, looking so at home, even though this wasn't her fucking home. Never would. Never will be. "Your father and I-"

I whirled around, knowing that my anger was apparent on my face. "Whoa! Do not lump yourselves together. He is my father, and you are what?" I crossed my arms over my chest and stared her down. Sure, my three other sisters thought she was amazing, but me? I thought she was a bitch. I wanted my dad to be happy, but with her? Mom hadn't been gone that long, and he was already leaping into bed with the first woman that came along? Fine, just don't involve me in the fuckery.

Bella opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. It was fucking hilarious, and I was so proud that I did that to her. That I rendered the bitch speechless. Then, she had the audacity to speak. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Ha!" The laugh came out much louder than intended, Bella cringing at the volume. "You are simply a woman who spreads her legs for my dad and keeps his bed warm. Whatever the fuck you think you have with him won't last."

I might as well have slapped her for the way she looked. Her hand came over her mouth; she stepped back and wrapped her other arm around herself.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale!" my father's voice boomed. If we were in a cartoon, the entire house would have shaken. His voice was deep-angry, livid.

I turned and saw that he was stood in the doorway, that vein his forehead popping. He was pissed.

But I didn't care.

Someone had to tell Bella how it was.

"Got to your bedroom, right now!"

"Gladly," I said, glaring at Bella before I shoved past my dad and climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Nessie was sat on the top of the stairs, a book in her lap, looking at me with wide eyes. "You should be nicer to her," she told me.

I rolled my eyes. She was only fourteen. She didn't get it. She was still a kid. I ignored her and walked into my bedroom, making sure to slam my door as hard as I possibly could.

I threw myself down onto my bed, furiously swiping at the tears in my eyes. I was not going to cry. I was not going to cry.

Mom wouldn't want me to cry. I had to be strong for Alice and Nessie and show them that everything would be alright.

My phone chose that moment to light up. I reached across, smiling, when I saw that the text was from my best friend, Vera.

You need to come out tonight! There's a party at Leah's, and it's going to be amazing!

I messaged her back: Probably can't. Dad'll ground me. Mouthed off to the Bitch.

Ro - you can't miss this party!

I felt the grin creeping up my face as I text back. Fine. I'll sneak out the window. Come and pick me up?

Just let me know when ;)

I fucking loved Vera.

Two hours later, my dad knocked on the door, saying that we were about to have dinner. I ignored him. He told me I needed to apologise to Bella, that I should treat her better; she was only trying to help. Yeah, right. He left shortly afterwards.

Then, I heard Bella's desperate voice whispering: "Edward! Edward, don't." Like him stopping now would stop any of the damage that she caused.

Pathetic.

I waited until I heard their footsteps down the stairs, and then I got dressed as quickly as I could, throwing on my new black dress and a pair of tights and converse. I'd left my hair loose around my shoulders and boldly lined my eyes. I was fucking hot. At seventeen, my body was tight and supple. And I worked it to my advantage.

I sent Vera a quick text letting her know that I was ready.

Fifteen minutes later and she replied, saying she was waiting outside.

I went over to my window, flung it open, and then began the exciting descent down the trellis to the ground.

I landed silently and crept past the dining room window, stopping for just a second to watch them.

Dad was sat at the head of the table, a huge smile on his face. Bella sat next to him on the left, and my oldest sister, Esme, sat to the right. Nessie was sat next to Bella, and Alice was sat opposite her. They made the perfect little family. I scoffed and ran to Vera's car, giggling like a schoolgirl as I jumped in.

Vera smiled at me, a collage of neon makeup. "Are you ready to party, Ro?"

I was going to be in so much shit when my dad found out I was missing. But so what? He was already pissed at me for upsetting his precious Bella. What harm could this do?

"I'm going to get some air!" I shouted to Vera over the loud music, the bass reverberating through my bones.

"Alright!" Vera laughed, throwing her head back and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

I pushed my way past the writhing bodies on the dance floor, finally breathing a sigh of relief when I was outside in the frigid La Push air. Usually, the coldness was a pain in the ass, but tonight, it was a blessing. It rapidly cooled my overheated skin, the chill of the air feeling quite nice against my overheated skin. The truth was, I couldn't enjoy myself. I was feeling guilty. It was so fucking stupid. I just didn't get why my dad had to move on with Bella. I didn't have anything against her, per se… but I wasn't ready. I didn't want another mom. She had been my best friend, and it hurt like hell to know that she wasn't here anymore. That I would never hear her voice again, feel her hand stroking down my hair - that I would never see her again.

I was the only person outside, so I reached into the pocket of my dress and pulled out my phone. I'd had it turned off, knowing that my dad was probably going apeshit about now. I expected a shit tonne of calls, messages, and voicemails from him, each one getting more and more irate until he was close to bursting.

I got quite the shock when I saw there was only one message, and it was from Esme: Dad's disappointed. See you in the morning.

Fuck.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I'd really fucked up this time.

Shit.

I couldn't stand disappointing someone. And if dad hadn't messaged me, that meant he was quietly angry… which was worse than when he was shouty angry.

A deep voice shouting, crying out, shocked me out of my own thoughts. "Get off me! Argh!" It was deep and pained, travelling through the quiet night, nothing to obstruct the noise.

Without knowing what I was doing, I began running towards the noise, realising as I got closer and closer that someone was being hurt. I could hear their groans and moans of pain, followed by jeering laughter.

Just past the Clearwater's house, there was a small dirt track that led down to the beach. In the dark, at the side of the dirt track, I could make out what seemed to be a group of boys all stood around something. I quickly turned on the torch on my phone and was utterly shocked at what I saw.

Five boys from the high school were stood around someone, kicking and punching the poor man as he lay on the floor, blood covering most of him. The sound of their shoes kicking against him made my skin crawl.

It was vile.

"Stop it!" I shouted, my voice uncannily loud - even louder than when I shouted at Bella earlier. It was probably stupid, seeing as there were five of them and one of me, but I couldn't just stand by and not doing anything.

As they all turned, I instantly recognised the face of the ring leader. Royce fucking King. Arrogant prick. The dude was a first-class douche bag. Around him were his posse, his gang - a bunch of turd weasels, in my humble opinion.

I heard a cacophony of swears before they took off, leaving the bloodied body of the man on the floor.

Instantly, I ran to him, kneeling down, not caring that my tights tipped and the stones on the ground dug into my skin, tearing at my flesh.

I rolled the man, so he was on his back, and I was holding his head in my lap. Even covered in blood, he was fucking handsome. His body was long and muscled; I was surprised that someone so large couldn't put up more of a fight. Then again, Royce didn't fight fair.

"Hello? Hi?" I asked, my hands shaking from adrenaline. "Can you hear me?" Please don't be dead, please don't be dead.

His eyelids fluttered like he was struggling to open them and feared Royce and his cronies had done too much damage.

After what seemed like an enormous amount of effort, his eyelids peeled open to reveal some of the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I almost got lost in them - almost.

"Hi! I'm Rose," I told him, relief flooding through my body. I glanced down, wanting to ask if he could stand. But the words died on my tongue; there was a knife lodged into his abdomen, the blue shirt he had been wearing covered with blood. His blood. It was red, so red, seeping into everything, leaking onto the floor.

"Oh my God!" Panic flared through me.

Fuck. No. Can't panic. Not now.

"Can you tell me your name?" I asked, my voice shaking as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

"Em-Emmett."

"Okay. Hi Emmett. I need you to stay awake for me, alright?" My eyes immediately went to the blade. I needed to keep it in; it would help stem the blood flow - plus, I really had no idea what I was doing.

His eyes glazed over. "Angel," he muttered, the bloodied fingers of one hand finding one of mine that was holding his head. Emmett grimaced in pain, his face contorting as he winced, two perfect dimples appearing on either side of his mouth, making him look younger than he probably was.

Subconsciously, I must have dialled the three-digit number we're all taught at a young age. Because when I put the phone to my ear, an older man crooned to me:

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

This is a scene from another fic I've had in my head for quite a while, and this prompt just fit it perfectly.