Fifty Shades Of Rosalie | HS

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Rosalie

Three weeks.

Three weeks since Harry's worried outburst in the men's bathroom.

Three weeks since I've last seen him face to face.

Three weeks since I've last felt him close to me.

Harry left for London to spend some time with his family and do some business there, which I didn't at all. However, I couldn't tell him goodbye in person because LAX was swarming with paps and fans and he didn't want to risk me getting hurt.

The Cafe had a minute left before closing time. It was quiet as I wiped down the counter and table surfaces with a dish rag. My head was aching from the never ending smell of overly strong coffee and too much chocolate.

The sound of the bell above the door jingling and the hard rain following after caused my heart to nearly explode as a since of Deja Vu washed over me.

To my horror, the man who walked through the door wasn't Harry. This boy made me feel like I was dying;ll crippling into the dust the moment I laid eyes on him.

Kyler.

My mind raced a mile per second, regretting everything I did earlier today. It served me right for trying to fight a battle I wasn't made to win.

f l a s h b a c k

Kyler was at his old taunting ways again, but this time he was over the top.

The jerkwad broke into my locker and ripped all of my homework for my last two classes, resulting in me getting a detention because, of course, the teachers wouldn't believe my story.

However, I wasn't going to let him get off Scott free.

Pulling my hair and tripping me in the halls was one thing, but when it came to graduating and getting the hell out of LA, that was a different ball game.

Kyler was a sneaker fanatic and had just bought a brand new pair of athletic Adidas. If so much as a scratch got on them he'd probably murder the whole school.

Lucky for him, I was okay with dying.

I decided to get the nasty cafeteria spa for lunch in honor of Kyler's new sneakers. He was laughing with his normal group of egotistic losers when I "accidentally" tripped over absolutely nothing and spilled the messy pasta all over his precious shoes.

My feelings were a mix of satisfaction and fear, but I didn't let the fear show through my smug grin before walking off and leaving him and his hanging jaw.

r e a l i t y

How I regret my careless decision now.

Kyler locked the door from the inside then took large strides towards me until I was pressed against the counter.

The impact was fast and hard, knocking the wind out of me as I collided on the ground. "You know I have to give it to you Rosalie. You're bold, some may even say inspiring. No matter how many times I literally knock your ass down, you pop back up!"

My breath was shaky and hallow as I looked at the red substance on the ruined shoes dangling in his hand. It was thick and dark, nothing like the dried spaghetti sauce.

Was that my blood?

"I don't like it," his fake smile dropped into a menacing glare.

"Think about how happy you could be if you'd move on and find someone willing to bow down to your over brooding ways," my arms shook as I tried to sit up. "Oh wait. There isn't a single person who wants to be with someone abusive like you, not even Claire."

He knocked me back down, striking me with his shoe again before taking a fist full of my hair close to my scalp and yanking me up to be eye level with him. Silent tears rolled down my face like the hard rain pouring buckets outside.

"Only one week of school left and I don't think you're going to make it to graduation in one piece if you keep this shit up. Next time I won't be so gentle on you," he let me go with great force that sent my back smacking against the counter.

"See you later my little worthless whore," Kyler waved goodbye mockingly as he unlocked the door and left.

I couldn't hold my sobs in any longer when I tried to stand up and an excruciating pain ignited in my shoulder, hip, and face. Even blinking took too much effort; unbearable even.

I clutched onto the counter and limped to my phone, contacting the first person that came to mind before grabbing my keys and fleeing the now traumatizing cafe.

*

"Jesus fuck! What happened to you?!" Justin exclaimed when I opened the door. I said nothing in reply, opening the door wider so he could come in.

Mom was doing a night shift at the hospital, thankfully. If she saw me like this there's no telling what she'd do. She didn't know about Kyler's bullying and I didn't want her to.

"Rosalie, you have to bring this to the police."

"No."

"No? Someone's abusing you and you don't think he needs to be turned in?!" He yelled towering over me, but I wasn't scared. I was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep.

"One more week and I'm free of him. I don't want this to be a big thing," I mumbled hugging myself.

"Or one more week and you're in the hospital! Ro I'm not letting him do this to you!"

"It was my fault. I purposely spilled spaghetti on his new shoes."

"Because he ripped your homework. It's called getting even."

"You're not taking this to the police, Justin," I whispered harshly.

"I'm trying to help you, Rosalie. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" he sighed.

"I just want to take a shower and sleep. I don't want help," I pushed past him with my arms crossed and trudged upstairs.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the mirror. Her eye was swollen, puffy, and bruised. Her cheek was a purple red hombre from her injured eye, and her hair was matted. But the worst of them all was she was completely broken; shut down from being who she really was and all that was left was exhaustion and pain both mentally and physically.

What happened to me?

It felt like hours of me being in the shower. My body smelt of flowers instead of coffee and the dried blood on the side of my face was washed clean, causing the bruise and swelling to not look as graphic.

I threw on a pair of cotton shorts and Harry's hoodie. His scent was slowly fading off of it, only evident on the sleeves. I swallowed my tears realizing how much I missed him then walked in my room.

Justin was lying down on my bed with his back facing me. The moon wasn't out tonight so my room was pitch black.

I lied down next to him and gently pressed my cheek to his back as my arm draped over his side. He was the big brother I never had, but always dreamed of having; always protecting me and comforting me when I needed it.

"You're my only family Rosalie and I can't lose you," Justin whispered sadly. My quiet tears were absorbed by his shirt and I held him tighter.

"You won't," I replied, my tone matching his. "I promise."

Soon after I fell asleep with a heavy heart, missing one person and feeling sad for the next.

What a pickle my life was in.