Rosalie - A Twilight Story

Rosalie: Pt 2

The lodge wasn't as far as I thought. Emmett was there, sulking, his head between his knees. I immediately felt ashamed. 

I had caused this? I was wondering how my family felt when I was gone. Scared? Lost? 

Happy? 

I doubted it. I was their most prized possession. Being Rosalie Hale wasn't even close to being enough. 

Emmett looked up from the tear-stained floor. 

"Rose?" 

"It's Rosalie." I assured him. ANother devilish grin crossed his face. He gave me one of those rib-crushing bear hugs. I hoped he couldn't feel my cold, hard skin. 

He didn't seem to notice. 

"Rose, why'd you run off?" he asked, full concern in his blue eyes. 

"Rosalie. I just wasn't comfort-" I paused when he grabbed his rifle as the customers started to pile towards the door. 

"Sorry, Rose." he apologized and marched out the door, a full, brash, determined look on his face. I felt a creeping admiration for him, as I shook out of my trance. 

The owners eyed me suspiciously. 

"Who are you, girl?" the man asked, his face stone cold. 

"Rosalie Hale, sir." I gave them a little curtsy. His wife gave me a half smile. The husband wasn't at all amused. 

"Stay away from my son." he added, then turned on his heel, stalking off. His wife shot me a pitiful look, before mouthing, GO! 

As soon as I left the lodge, Emmett came back, his shirt and jeans torn. I gasped. He was suffering from a severe cut on the back of his leg. I tried not to breath it in. Still, he stood tall. Happily, we linked arms, and we entered the lodge. His mother, I presumed, rushed up to hug him, planting kisses on his face. 

Another woman, about the same age as me, jumped into his arms, kissing him on the cheek. Emmett laughed in delight, then set her down. 

The girl turned to me, her eyes cold. 

"Who are you?" 

My face almost wilted under her withering gaze. "Rosalie." I muttered. 

She smiled. "Rosalie?" 

"Yes." 

Her smile turned devious. "Get out of my lodge." I turned, and walked away. The girl sighed happily, content to be alone. 

Emmett chased after me. "Rose! Wait!" his puffed breathing made me want to stop. 

He was a human. "Rose!" 

I kept walking. "ROSE!" he barked. 

I turned around. "Look, Emmett, I know you like her. I can see it in your eyes." 

He looked down, ashamed, but a hint of tears in his eyes. "Look, Rose, I'm sorry."

"Sure you are." I retorted, sick of all of men's games. I thought Emmett was different. Turns out ones from a different decade didn't change at all. The same. He grabbed my arm. 

"Rose, I-" he started, but I cut him off. 

"Emmett, just go away. I've been hurt before. I won't do it again." 

Rain started to pour down. My hair quickly became drenched. Emmett's curls deflated into wet, sloppy, waves. 

Plop. Plop. 

The rain made me sneeze. Achoo. He turned around, his foot stuck in the mud he had been standing in. 

"Emmett I-" I paused, suddenly feeling guilty. 

"Goodnight, Rosalie." he half-turned to me, not fully looking me in the eye. His voice was cold. It was if it wasn't even Emmett at all. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." I said, my tone drained of all emotion. 

"Me too." 

He turned and sulked away. I turned, the tears barely flowing. That was always it. Zero tears. 

I entered the inn, while James read a newspaper in the lobby. I turned to him, his face blank. My presence must have registered something in him. 

"Rosalie!" he shouted, suddenly worried for my safety. 

"Hi, James." he wrapped a coat around me. I clenched my fists, threatening to rip the jacket to shreds. I didn't even notice. James, who looked surprised, laid another jacket around me. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed. 

I stalked off to my room, leaving a trail of rain behind me. James, who hadn't given me the key yet, opened the door for me. 

"Madame." he opened it, stepping into the room. I wanted to push him out, but he made himself  a cup of coffee. 

"Get out." I commanded. 

He shrugged, took his pot, and left.

I sank down by the door, my body curled up into a ball. Deciding to write a letter, I sloppily held a piece of paper, pen, and my freezing cold body. 

Dear Esme, 

The days barely pass by without your warm embrace, and I wish you were here, so we could have a trip together. But you aren't, so I'll have to make do. 

My elegant script quickly took up most of the paper. 

I sometimes pile up pillows, wishing you were next to me. I hope Carlisle is fine. I won't tell you why i left, it's a bit personal. 

My hand shivered, hesitating before I put the pen down on the paper again. 

I met someone. His name is Emmett McCarty. 

I smiled after writing his name. 

He's kind, funny, and he has blue eyes. 

I gushed after I wrote that fact. 

He's nice, everyone's nice here at Gatlinburg. I hope you aren't too worried. I'm fine. I'll take care of myself. I'll be human. 

I wrote a tiny heart in the top right corner of the sheet of paper. 

Yours Truly, 
Rosalie 

That was it. I folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and licked it. The envelope keeps it together. I walked down after I had changed my clothes. James sat there, his feet crossed on the desk, waiting patiently for two customers to come in during the rainstorm. I put the envelope on the front desk. 

Scribbling the address on the hard, plank desk, he nodded, the threw it in the mailbox. 

I marched back up to my room, trying to feel the bed beneath my body. My entire body ached enough for me to make sure that I propped myself up on some pillows. I couldn't sleep, but that hardly changed the fact that I needed some rest. 

Instead of sleeping, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Waiting, I wished that the rain would stop. 

But, like my mood, the rain continued to fall.