A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay. I have been so busy, that I was not able to update, but I'm slowly getting back into this story and hope to generate other stories as well.

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This chapter is still in the past, it's the morning after the rape.

It was four in the morning so my parents weren't awake yet. I didn't know if they knew I wasn't home, but I didn't care at the moment. I went straight to my room, first thing on my mind was to take a shower and wash all the shit away. I got my bath towels and went into my bathroom. I turned on the faucet, I was still sobbing uncontrollably. I got into the shower, hot burning water crashing against my hair and skin. I was still in so much pain; I couldn't stand so I sat on the cold tile floor. I stayed in there for what seemed like a few minutes, the water turned from scorching hot to ice cold. I didn't move, I kept replaying Royce slapping me and tearing my dress over and over in my mind. I was shivering from the cold water, but I didn't want to get out, I didn't feel like I was clean enough. My bathroom door opened. I looked up to see if it was my mother, but it wasn't.

It was Alice, her face shocked with my appearance.

"Oh Rosalie, I'm so sorry, we tried to get back as soon as possible."

I was still crying and shivering.

"How- how did you know?"

"I had a terrible nightmare about Royce assaulting you. I woke everyone up and told them that we had to come back. I didn't tell them why, but I did tell Edward."

"Oh, God, you told Edward. Wa-why?"

I was sobbing uncontrollably, the hyperventilating kind.

"I'm so sorry Rose. He's such a bastard. We need to go to the police; we need to put that monster behind bars."

"No, na-no, I ca-cant."

Alice was looking at me with tears welling in her eyes. She had envisioned my rape, she felt sorry for me, and I hated that feeling. I placed my head between my legs, I couldn't breath. I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to go to the police because people would find out. I know what they would think of me when they've found out. They'll think of me as weak and that I deserved every bit of it. They'll think that I'm a whore who begged for Royce to give it to me. I couldn't fathom the thought. I made the decision that I would not press charges and that I'll forget that it ever happened.

"Rosalie, how long have you been in here?"

"I don't know, I got home at four, what time is it now?"

"It's eight; you're going to get sick, come on get out of the shower."

I got off the floor and reached out to grab my towel from Alice. I made sure that she didn't touch me. I felt contaminated; I didn't want anyone touching me. I made sure she walked out first then I followed. I saw Edward sitting on the edge of my bed; he didn't bother looking at me. He seemed occupied with thoughts. He had agony and grief written all over his face. It was a minute or two before he realized that I was in the room with Alice. He stood up right away when he saw me behind Alice.

His mouth hung open as he saw the bruises all over my face and body. His face turned to a shade that I've never witnessed. If someone would have asked me if I've ever seen someone who was about to commit murder, I would have describe Edward's expression at that moment.

"Rosebud, tell me that he didn't do this."

His fists were clinched tight, I imagined that blood would start seeping through his fingers if he had clenched any harder. I could see the veins on his hands pop out. Alice had walked out of the room; she knew that Edward and I needed to be alone. I was thankful for that. I couldn't respond to his question. I was in fear of what he would do. I descended to a sitting position next to Edward. I opened and closed my mouth several times, but nothing would come out. I didn't want to lie to Edward, but I didn't want to tell him the truth either. We sat there in silence till he spoke again.


This time there was agony behind his tone, as if he wanted to cry. He reached up to touch my shoulder, but I jerked away.

"Don't, please don't touch me, anything/anyone that I touch or anything/anyone that touches me turns to shit."

I got up, but Edward pulled me back down.

"I don't care; I'll turn to shit, just as long as you tell me the truth."

Tears were spilling out of my eyes uncontrollably. I don't know if I would be able to divulge everything that happed last night, I didn't remember much to tell.

"What did you think happened, Ed-bud? Alice told you what she saw. Everything that happened in her nightmare happened to me."

"That fucking bastard drugged and raped you."

It wasn't much of a question, it was more like a statement. I just closed my eyes while tears rolled down my cheeks as I nodded to confirm. He got up from the edge of my bed and walked over to where my vanity mirror and drawer was and started punching the wall.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damn that fucker! I'm going to fucking kill him!"

My body jumped at his every move, I was scared. I slid from my bed and landed on the floor, I couldn't breathe again, I felt pressure on my lungs that weighed about a thousand pounds. I placed my head between my legs to block out his screaming. I squeezed my eyes shut in hopes that all of this would disappear, better yet I had hoped that I would disappear. I opened my eyes and lifted my head from between my knees only to see my father and brother Jasper pulling Edward from the wall.

"Dude, what's going on? Why are to going all psycho?"

Jasper asked while holding on to his shoulders, my father had his arms wrapped around Edward's waist holding him back. Edward was like a wild beast, arms waling and legs thrashing, he looked psychotic.

"Tell them Rosalie, tell them or I will!"

I stared at him; I couldn't process what he was screaming. I wanted to speak, but my mouth would not move.

"Rosalie! Tell them! Tell them what that asshole did to you!"

He was still thrashing all over the place with my father and Jasper holding on for dear life.

"He raped her! That fucker raped her!"

I covered my ears with my hands this time, the words cut through my heart like a dagger. I closed my eyes shut once again. I started to scream.

"No, no, no, don't say that! Stop!"

My mother came in just as I was screaming and quickly came and wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh Rosalie, what happened? Why are you bruised up? Oh, my baby."

She was sobbing uncontrollably with me. I buried my face into her shoulder, to avoid all of their eyes.

"She was raped by that bastard Royce."

Edward had calmed down, my father and brother had release their hold on him. His fists were still clenched as he told my mother, he had release one clenched fist and pulled at his hair in frustration, and he exhaled and walked over to my window as if the closed window would give him much needed fresh air. Jasper was standing next to my father still confused at what was revealed. His fists were clenched as well and he looked at me then at Edward then to my father. My father's face was turning into the same shade he had when I got caught cutting school. But this time his face was rapidly turning to a shade of purple.

He looked at my mother.

"We have got to call the police. He's not going to get away with this."

"No! I-I'm not ga-going to the police. Please don't make me!"

I was screaming to make my point across that I did not want to go to the authorities. My mother still had her arms wrapped around me and whispered soothingly into my ear.

"Rosalie, you have to, we have to report this. If we don't, he's going to get away with hurting you."

"Na-no mom, pa-please. I da-don't want people to know."

I looked at my mother with pleading teary irises, then I looked over at my father then my eyes landed on Jasper, in hopes that he would side with me. I could see Edward in the corner of my eye still looking out of my window.

"Rosie bear, please think this through. If you go to the police you'll get justice. This is not something that's just going to go away."

"Going to the police is not going to change what has happened either."

I made my point and everyone was silent, Alice was in the hallway with tears running down her cheeks as well, she was quietly sobbing next to my door frame. Edward still at the window turned with his eyes focused only on me

"Well if you're not going to press charges against that sick monster, then I'm going to do something far worst then what jail will do to him."

Edward stated as he stormed out of my room.

"Ed, wait, I'm coming with. We're going to teach that asswipe."

I broke loose from my mother's arms and ran to Jasper.

"No, Jazz please dont."

I attempted to run after Edward, but Alice had blocked me.

"Let him go, he's going to cool off."

"No, he's not. He's going to do something he'll regret, and for what? Huh? To avenge something that I would rather forget? I'm not worth it."

"Rosalie, you don't know how much you're worth."

"Right now I'm not worth shit."

I meant what I said, I felt as if I wasn't worth anything valuable. I was disgusted with myself. I walked past Alice bumping into her a bit and descended down the stairs taking two steps at a time. The door was left open when Edward ran out. I ran out the door still in my bath towel, I saw Edward's car burning rubber.



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