NYC Forever

Chapter 23

Author's Note; I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I promise to try to update once a week. Please bear with me.

Rosalie's POV

I stormed out of the beach house, determined to find Emmett. Emmett, the father of our child, the one who stole my heart, the one on steroids. Love sucks, I swear.

I found him out by the beach, syringe in hand. The wind blew threw my wavy blonde hair. I brushed it out of my face.

"Emmett! What are you doing?" I asked, rushing over to him.

He dropped the syringe, a guilty look on his face. I knew he was trying to come up with a lie, as I watched him.

"It's not what you think."

I raised an eyebrow, "It isn't?"

He shook his head several times. "It isn't."

I laughed, not letting my anger show. He was amusing me, lie after lie. It makes me wonder why I'm with a guy like him, but every time I try to come up with a dozen reasons, I can't, and I don't know why.

"What are you doing?" I asked.


"That's a lie. You're on steroids." I stated flatly

I turned on my heel and walked back towards the house. Emmett's heavy foot steps followed me. I didn't bother to turn and tell him to leave me alone.

Emmett POV

I followed Rosalie, even though I knew it was pointless. She was angry at me, for not telling her, and for doing them anyways. I would be mad at me to, if I were in her position. I just couldn't win.

"Rosalie, baby, please." I pleaded, stopping.

To my surprise, Rosalie stopped. She turned around, her almost-violet eyes sharp. If looks could kill, I'm sure I'd be dead by now.

"What do you want?"

"Who told you?"

"A little blonde bird by the name of Jasper Hale told me."

"Jasper told you?"

"Uh huh."


She rolled her eyes and turned around. She started down the sandy path again. I didn't bother to follow. There was no point to it.

I turned back and trudged to the spot I stood, only mere minutes before. I slumped down on the ground, my fingers finding the syringe. I lifted it out of the sand. It was so small, easy to inject into my skin. I lowered it closer to my skin, but stopped. I looked up, and saw a small figure, emerged in shadows.

"How dare you lower that dirty syringe near your skin?" Alice yelled.

I jumped slightly. Who knew a tiny pixie, like Alice, could scream so loud?

Author's Note;

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I have major writers block.

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