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So….I was finally able to escape the dark and cold cave I was stuck in. With great thanks to AJ, Emily, Candy, Jodi….and I feel like I'm missing someone else so I apologize for that.
There is only one more chapter and an epilogue left in this crazy journey. It's sad to let these characters go but I feel like they have had their run. So with a heavy heart I give you Rosalie's side of the story. I hope this answers your questions when it comes to her.
18. Death by Bling
Every decision I'd made, every situation I'd been faced with, and every single outcome had shaped me into the person I was today. My mother always told us to never regret, because it was in those precious moments that we became a better person.
There wasn't a moment in my life that I didn't wonder how she would react to the choices I'd made. How would she feel to know that she almost lost her only son because of me? How would she feel if she knew that I just let it happen? That I was the cause for it all?
I never tried to stop Royce, even though I knew it was wrong. I felt that if I went against him, I was denying the love I had for him, that I was disrespecting our passion, our dedication to one another. He was everything to me: my world, the air I breathed, and the sun that warmed my face.
There wasn't a morning that I didn't wake up with a smile on my lips while we were together. He was amazing to me. Everything I'd ever want or needed, I had; no questions asked. And I loved that about him. I overlooked all his faults because I was blindly, irrevocably in love with him. And nothing - not one single thing –could've turned me against him.
But now, in the midst of it all, I regretted each touch, each smile, every kiss, and every promise he ever gave me. I felt betrayed by the one person I thought would never let me down. He was supposed to be my rock; instead, he was the quick sand that kept dragging me down.
I should've killed him when he hurt Edward. I should've grabbed his gun and put one through his temple. But I didn't, and for that I'd be entirely sorry. With the time I spent with him afterwards, I had thousands of opportunities to do it. But I chose not to. And even then, little by little, everything he did started to annoy me.
The way he would chew with his mouth open. The way he picked his nose and just flicked his findings toward any surface he could find. I remembered brushing my teeth one morning and my eyes just happened to focus on the corner of the mirror to find a piece of booger just stuck there. I was so disgusted by it. I stared at my toothbrush, wondering how many times I had stuck his shit in my mouth. I didn't want to brush my teeth again. I really just wanted to shove the toothbrush up his nose. throw up. And then, as stupid and insignificant as it was, my patience broke when he left the toilet seat up. I had just woken up, and as I was about to use the toilet, I fell in it. He never flushed the damn thing. I was bathed in watered down urine.
That day, I took a shower, got dressed and walked to his office, a gun tucked in the waistband of my jeans. My mindset was resolute. I wanted to make it quick, to not even think about it. When I walked in, he was placing the gold bars in four different metal suitcases. Anger flowed through every muscle in my body. Images of Edward flashed through my mind over and over again, pulling my heart apart piece by piece. Without thinking, I pulled the gun out, cocked it, and aimed at the picture frame on the desk, pulling the trigger, missing him by a hair.
His arm froze mid-air. Slowly, his steel colored eyes looked up at me from under his lashes.
"What do you think you're doing, baby?" He asked, standing up to his full height.
"I'm done, we're done, and you're done." My voice was strong and steady, a total contradiction to the turmoil going on inside my head.
He laughed. "Don't be ridiculous and put the gun down. We don't have time for your dramatics right now." He stared at me with a raised eyebrow, but I didn't relent that easily.
I aimed at the picture frame on the wall to his left. I remembered that lovely day he asked me to marry him. He took a step closer and I pulled the trigger.
"Fuck! Are you fucking insane? Put the gun down, Rosalie. I am not fucking with you right now." The way he said my name was like a slap in the face. It was full of venom and hate.
"What are you gonna do? Kill me? It seems I'm the one with a gun. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner. I'm so sick and tired of everything. I gave up everything for you! My family, my life, my dreams! I have nothing, you greedy son of a bitch!" With each word, I jabbed the gun in the air, aiming at him the entire time; my vision blurred from the angry tears that threatened to fall, the realization of what I had done hitting me like a ton of bricks. He wasn't getting off that easy. He deserved to die.
"Rosie, baby, put the gun down. We can talk about this. I love you, you know this. Nothing –no one –can ever tear us apart. We're like the modern day Bonnie and Clyde," he said sweetly, holding out his hand, and moving slowly in my direction.
"Ugh, save the fucking shit, Royce. You don't love me. You love the money –the priceless possessions –and you love the fact that I'm a good accessory. But I'm done, so done." I felt like I was carrying the world on my shoulders. I loved him, I really did. But he didn't love me; not the same way.
"Oh, you stupid bitch! We have such a good thing going. I finally found someone that would be able to melt these bars down and you want to go acting like a crazy, possessed whore. Give me the fucking gun and learn your fucking place!"
He charged at me and I just lost it. I pulled the trigger. The bullet went through his knee cap and finished on the wall. Royce bent backwards and let out an ear shattering scream.
"You bitch!" he screamed, holding onto his leg.
"This is it, Royce. No more. No more pain, no one will ever suffer by you again." I pointed the gun between his eyes, while still managing to keep my distance.
"You don't wanna do this, baby. You're going to regret it. Love like ours only comes once in a life time. You're going to remember me forever and you'll have to live with the fact that you ended my life, that you ended our future. If you want time, fine. Take all the time you need but don't do this."
I just stared at him, my resolve shattering little by little. Part of me wanted to run and make him feel better, to apologize for betraying him. But the other part, the one I thought had died a long time ago, told me to grow a pair, because he was the one who betrayed me. In the end, a mixture of both won.
If I was honest with myself, no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't do it.
My lack of resolve was seen as some form of mercy, and in return, led to a promise he made me – the one he made and then broke, just like the rest of them. Only now, he really brought this war upon himself. All he had to do was stay away. All I asked was for him to disappear. He owed me that much.
That fateful day, I left him behind bleeding all over the floor. For a second, I wondered if he would die from such a wound, but I didn't stay long enough to find out. I grabbed the cash he had in the safe, and took a bus back to Seattle. As I stared out the window, watching the scenery pass me by, I kept wondering what I would do when I got there. Would I go home? Would they still be there? Was Edward alive? Was I strong enough to face them?
If I were in their position, I'd tell them to fuck off and slam the door in their face. They didn't do that, though. When I got there, Emmett's monster Jeep was parked in the drive-way. I didn't know why that brought me a sense of comfort. It took me fifteen minutes to conjure up the strength to knock on the door, and when I did, Emmett was the one who opened it.
The smile he was sporting when he opened the door disappeared as soon as his eyes landed on me. A mixture of confusion, hurt, and disbelief flowed through his blue eyes. He stared at me for while before his eyes shifted to scan the area behind me. In those small seconds his guard went up and he stepped out into the porch, closing the door behind him.
"What are you doing here, Rose?" He crossed his arms over his chest. To anyone else he looked intimidating, but I knew better. The only difference was that his anger was never aimed at me and now it was, and I couldn't blame him. I hated myself, too.
I took a step back, and for the first time in a long time, I was scared. I wanted my life back; I wanted them back. I wanted things to go back to how it used to be –before Royce came into the picture.
"I…" I didn't finish, because I really didn't know the answer to his question. I knew in life I wouldn't always get what I wanted. And just because I wanted to reconcile, that still wasn't a good enough reason to show up unannounced and uninvited.
"Where's the bastard?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.
I looked at him. How was I supposed to answer that?
"I took care of him. And I just…Is Edward okay?" That was my main concern. If Edward wasn't okay, if he was dead, I'd turned back around and make Royce disappear permanently.
"You took care of him? A little late don't you think? You couldn't have done that a month ago while your brother was still standing?"
"I know. I fucked up and there isn't a day that I don't regret it. Emmett, if you'd just let me explain…" My hand reached out to touch him but he just shrugged me off.
"Yeah, you fucked up, and it wasn't just a little fuck up that you could patch up with gorilla glue. No, Rose. This was a human being that suffered because of your inability to know right from wrong. Your own flesh and blood! And now you're standing there like it is okay for you to be here, like we want you here. Are you crazy?" he asked, shaking his head exasperatingly.
"I know! Can you just shut up and listen? I froze, okay! I'm only human. He was supposed to love me. He was supposed to take care of me. He wasn't supposed to turn against me, against my family. I just…I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm lost. I've never been lost, Em. I've always known where to go." The tears I'd been trying so hard to hold back fell like waterfalls down my cheeks/
My knees went out and I stayed on the ground. There wasn't a reason to stand anymore. The world I'd once had slipped through my fingertips and I just let it happen. I didn't even put up a fight. That seemed to be the story of my life. I just stood by and let things occur, thinking that someone would always be there to pick up the broken pieces for me.
I felt him touch me before I heard him move. He knelt down in front of me, his hand slowly lifting my chin up.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm apologizing but you had it coming. How could you do something like that, Rose? Do you know what's going to happen as soon as Alice sees you? She's going to grab the nearest sharp object and make you wish you were never born. And as much as it would hurt me, I'm not stopping her." He sighed and looked down.
I didn't blame him. At this point, I didn't blame anyone but myself.
I don't know how long we sat there; my legs had gone numb and the sun was getting ready to set. The only thing running through my mind was that I'd missed my brother's funeral.
"When was he buried?"
Emmett looked down at me, his brows furrowed. "When was who buried?"
"Edward, you said he wasn't standing. I thought… I mean…did he die?"
Emmett threw his head back and laughed.
"Yeah, while he was still standing. Edward's on bed rest. You didn't think someone like Royce had the power to kill Edward, right? Eddie might look like a softy but he's the strongest motherfucker I know."
He was alive. And I could honestly say that up until that point, that was the happiest day of my life. I'd take anything life had to throw at me with a smile on my face and spring in my step.
Emmett was right about Alice. The moment I passed the threshold, my little sister was standing next to the chimney. When her eyes met mine, an evil scowl formed on her face. She reached for the candleholder on the mantle and threw it at me, missing by an inch.
After all the screaming was done, she stared me down, making me feel like I was two centimeters tall. Jasper let go of her, and she walked toward me, but stopped at the landing of the stairs.
"I hate you. No, hate is such a small word for what I feel for you. Despise would fit the bill better. I don't have a sister, and you're not welcomed here. I suggest you go run along with your leech and never come back. We are all better off."
When she left, I didn't know what to tell her. Sorry just didn't seem adequate right then. Jasper stared at me for a minute before shaking his head and running after Alice.
I didn't know what I could do to gain their forgiveness. I'd do anything they asked.
I asked Emmett if I could see Edward. He told me that it was fine as long as Edward didn't get agitated. When I entered his room, there was a heart monitor and cables all around him. I was standing at the end of his bed when he opened his eyes. The monitor started beeping frantically, his fingers twitched, and his whole body slowly started to tremble.
I'd broken him. That was the only thought running through my mind.
He closed his eyes and rasped for me to leave. I did.
It took almost a year for all of us to get past the 'Kill Rose' phase. After that, things started coming close to how they were before. A year and a month later, we did our first job; Alice blew up the building, and I almost threw up my heart. I felt it dangle from my tonsils as I watched the building come down around my sister. I was amazed that she made it out unscathed, someone must have been watching over her.
That was also around the time frame Emmett and I became closer. We were friends. Actually, he was the only one that would talk to me. That would make me feel wanted, as if I were part of the team.
I remembered asking him one night why? Why would he show compassion for someone who didn't deserve it?
"We are human, Rose. We make mistakes. Some bigger than others, but we all deserve a second chance. We deserve to be accepted, faults and all. You're a good person; you just made some bad judgments. I'm sure you learned and wouldn't repeat the same mistake twice."
His answer would forever mark me, haunt me. It made me feel unworthy of him.
He always tried hard to include me in everything. And I'd admit that at first, things were awkward and weird. But then once I'd got to know him, my whole perception changed. I no longer saw the love sick puppy, that didn't understand when someone wasn't into him or his games. I saw how different he was.
He was in his own category when it came to men. He was sweet, caring, and funny. He was also a passionate, protective, and dedicated man. He was the type of person that could turn a cloudy day into a sun filled paradise, always bringing a smile to your face.
After a while, things between us progressed. It started to feel normal, natural to be with him. It got to the point where he would finish my sentences. And that was when I knew that I loved him and probably always had. But like always, all good things come with their prices.
I remembered the day I had the epiphany. It was the same day I received the first letter; a year and a half after I'd left Royce bleeding. I was paranoid. I thought after so much time had passed that Royce would've actually honored his promise to me. And I should've known better. I should've known that leopards couldn't change their print.
In the letter, he told me that he missed and still loved me even after what I did to him. He said that he forgave me, and that we could start over again. In his words, 'You can be my Bonnie and I can be your Clyde'.
He didn't learn; after all this time, he still didn't get it. He thought he was the victim; he thought he was the innocent one in this game we called life. I knew him. I knew how vengeful he could be. That was his MO, and if he thought that for a second I would allow him to harm my family again, he was surely mistaken.
I had begun my new life and I didn't want anything to do with my past. It took time for my family to reach a certain level of trust and I wasn't about to ruin that. I refused to stand by and let him take away the little happiness I had.
But instead of resolving the issue, I'd just pushed it aside. I'd hoped that he would get the point. That he'd understand I wanted nothing to do with him. And when months passed and no word came from him, that hope turned into relieve.
My life continued to flourish and expand. My family was becoming closer and I'd felt their forgiveness little by little, even when I didn't deserve it.
Six months after the first letter, I received the second one. Royce's words had become angry in tone, threatening, but with a sweet undertone to them. It was as if he was trying to hide his rage, but failed miserably.
I didn't know why every single letter that he sent was always attached with an important moment in my life. The second letter arrived on the day Emmett asked me to marry him. And as much as I wanted to say yes, I couldn't. I couldn't say yes when we were living in this false sense of security. When at any instant, Royce could come rushing and attempt to take him away from me. I couldn't afford that. So I said no, and seeing the pain in Emmett's eyes at my rejection was only part of my punishment. It was just a quarter of the penalty I was going to face.
Things with Emmett became strained. We were both ignoring the giant pink elephant in the room. I just didn't know how to fix it. I should've killed Royce. It was another regret to add to my list. So, like everything else, I let it go. I acted as if nothing had ever happened.
Then, shit started to hit the fan. Ten months after the second letter, I received a third and final one. The letter was short and simple.
You will regret it.
That time, I replied. I told him to disappear, to leave us alone. He never responded. I thought he had gotten the message. So, I once again let it slide. I'd say that maybe it was because I was too busy planning our next job to actually put any real effort into the letter, but I just didn't want to deal with it.
During our last job, down in Forks, Edward had finally met someone. I always thought he would end up alone. He was so picky and paranoid about everyone he met. He always said that no one could be trusted. I blamed myself for that.
When Alice came home that day and told us, I didn't know whether to be happy or angry at him. He could've put all of us in danger, but who was I to judge? And even though I told myself that I wouldn't go there with him, I did, for the most part.
I had never seen Edward defend someone like he did Bella. Not like she needed any help. That little girl could hold her own. And I didn't lie when I told him that she was a fine addition to our team. There was something about her that made me trust her. Her actions that night told me that she would fight to death to protect one of her own. A trait I both admired and envied.
When the boys went to case the museum, I had a feeling that I just couldn't quite place. It was a mixture of fear and anticipation, sort of like the calm before the storm. And then Jasper called to tell us that Edward had been shot and all my fears came rushing back. I knew it was him. I knew that bastard had done it once again. That had to happen for me to realize, to finally see that I was wrong. I should've acted on the first letter. I shouldn't have allowed him to get this close again. The guilt was so overwhelming, that I found it hard to breathe. I found it hard to think.
That night I lost half of myself. I lost Edward's trust and then Emmett's. They were the two most important people in my life. I couldn't keep pushing everything under rug. I should've told them when I came back. I should've told them when I received the first letter. But the selfish part of me pushed it back. I wanted to feel wanted and loved by them again. I just did it the wrong way.
But nothing, not a thing in this world, could compare to the night Royce took Emmett. I lost myself completely. Emmett took half of me with him, the better half. Without him I was just an empty shell of the person I should and could be. I was guilty and then I felt this anger. And I knew I shouldn't be mad at him because it was my fault. I just couldn't believe, couldn't understand how Emmett could've been taken down by Royce. He was twice his size…twice the man.
When everyone was throwing ideas back and worth about the warehouse, I kept quiet. I'd been there before. Royce had shown it to me in one of his attempts to get me to venture out on our own. I knew which room was supposed to be his office. And I knew he'd be there, waiting, watching.
I stayed quiet through it all, calculating my plan. He was mine. I was going to be the one to spill his blood. It was me who would watch his blood pool and dry, to see the life draining from his eyes.
Getting to the warehouse was simple. Taking down the guards was a walk in the park. Sending Bella in the opposite direction as Edward was hard, but we needed to cover as much ground as we could in the least amount of time. I wasn't worried about her. Bella could hold her own, that much she'd proved. Edward just needed to man up and understand that.
I knew he was worried about her well being; I knew he wanted to keep her safe. Yet life did not come with guarantees. A perfectly healthy person could walk down the street and get hit by a car, ending their life in an instant. There was no telling what could happen, and Bella was just as susceptible as the rest of us. He couldn't protect her forever.
I moved down the corridor, remembering the first time Royce had brought me here. He was so excited. He kept raging on and on about all the things we could do there. All the heists we'd do. Memories upon memories flashed through my mind as the door came into view. For a slight second, I'd wished things would've turned out differently.
However if things hadn't happened how they did, I would've never known what true, selfless love was. Emmett was my sun; he was the reason I woke up each morning. And dead or alive, I was bringing him home.
I heard a noise coming from the end of the hallway. And the closer I got to the door, the louder and clearer the screams became. A chill ran down my spine when I recognize who the screams belonged to. It'd be my luck to find them together. But instead of feeling fear, I felt hope, because if he was screaming then that meant he was alive.
My legs moved faster, my gun drawn straight in front of me. When I reached the door, the noise had subsided, and fear slowly crept its way up my body. My hand shook as I reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep, cleansing breath in an attempt to calm my nerves, I turned the knob and the scene before me was not at all what I'd expected.
In the corner of the room, a large flat screen TV hung from the wall. Emmett was the star in the little horror film. His co-star was a petite blonde that looked vaguely familiar. To his right, there was a table filled with knives of different shapes and sizes. Some were covered in blood, others were spotless.
She kept talking to him, asking him questions but I could only focus on the blood that covered every inch of him. The way his body shook silently. His head would lull back and forth, side to side. I could tell that he was trying with all his might to hold back the screams, which in turn just angered the girl more.
It was sick. The whole scene was horrific. And then to make matters worse, when she didn't receive an answer to her question, she grabbed a knife from the table and slowly dragged down his left bicep; blood seeped through the wound. Emmett's control slipped and he let loose another ear shattering scream.
My body shook with fear, anger, and guilt. My mind was having a hard time comprehending everything at once. Emmett was suffering because of me. He was being slaughtered slowly and painfully because of his love for me; because of my love for him.
There was a darkness that was gradually taking over all my senses. I couldn't breathe, see, nor think. The only sounds running through me were Emmett's screams. It wasn't until the noise was muted that I realized I wasn't alone.
"Jessica has a thing for knives. It's quite fascinating, actually. People underestimate her because of her size. You'd be surprise to know that she was the one to take down Emmett. All by herself."
I closed my eyes, released the breath I had been holding, and turned to face the man that had ruined my entire life. He looked different. Gone was the secure, handsome man I used to know. In front of me was an ill looking replacement. His skin was pale, his cheeks were sunken in and the bags under his eyes suggested he really wasn't getting any rest. His dark hair just completed the washed-out look.
His eyes told a different story, though. In them I saw rage, jealousy, and longing. He knew that he no longer had me. The realization of that was clear in his steel colored eyes. I thought he'd be more aggressive, more demanding. Instead he was calm, cool and collected.
"Leave it to you to find a vicious bimbo like that one. I've gotta say though, she looks very familiar."
I chuckled. "Never. You and I both know she has nothing on me; besides the knife skills. Thinking about it, in a war of bullets and knives, who do you think would win?" I looked him straight in eye, my face a blank canvas. I pushed back any emotion that threatened to ram through. This was a game of poker, and I knew I had the better bluff.
He remained seated, just waiting for me to make the first move. I wasn't born yesterday. If anyone was walking out this office alive, it would be me.
"Who cares, really? What matters is I've already won. I have you here, in front of me. I have your family scattered all around this place. I'm sure they think differently. Well with the exception of Edward, Emmett, and Bella. That's her name right? Leave it to Edward to find the one thing Jessica wants most." My jaw tightened and he smiled.
His laughter bellowed through the tin can office. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've hit a nerve!"
He licked his lips before continuing, "It's going to take a lot for you to be able to walk through that door. Even then, you'll be leaving a part of you with me. You have a very important decision to make, Rosie."
I stared at him. I wasn't willing to give in to his games. Not on his terms. When I didn't answer, he nodded and smiled. It was the same condescending smile he used to give me before we came to a compromise.
"Do you remember how good things used to be between us? How natural and beautiful they were?"
My brows furrowed; I had no idea where this line of questioning was going.
"Where are you going with this?"
"I want to have that again. I want you by my side, under me, above me. It doesn't really matter as long as you're with me."
I snorted. "Just because you want something doesn't mean you get to have it."
He truly was out of his mind. I'd turn my head at his antics one too many times. There was no going back from what he did, from what he was doing now.
"Why not, Rose? It's as simple as you staying with me. You could just forget about them. We could rule the world. Just you and I. They don't care about what happens to you."
Every time he'd mention my family, his lip would curl in disgust. He talked about them like they were just roaches he could step on. To him, they were replaceable; to him, my feelings didn't matter.
"Are you blind? Do you not see what you've done? You screwed up. You almost killed the people I love. And it wasn't by accident, it was intentional. How can you even think that's okay?" My tone was laced with disbelief. I felt like I was talking to a wall, he was that dense.
"Because I did nothing wrong!" He yelled, his fist slamming onto the desk. A few pictures fell off. And when I focused on them, I realized they were pictures of us. He still hadn't let go, while I had left him behind to bleed to death.
"You did nothing wrong? So what, almost killing Edward was nothing? And now, to top things off you're holding Emmett hostage. How is there nothing wrong with that?" My patience was wearing thin, but my resolve was growing stronger.
He shook his head and sighed. "It's all about competition, Rosie. If you want people to buy your product, you have to get rid of the rivals. Edward was my competition when it came to this business. Emmett was my competition when it came to you. Do you see the similarities? You brought me to them. This is entirely your fault."
There was something wrong with the way he said that, with the way he emphasized each 'was'. My head tilted to the side, my brain wasn't able to comprehend what my heart already had. A triumphant smile graced his features and I couldn't stand too look at him. If they were dead, then I had nothing to lose.
My eyes focused to his right, and there I saw what had started this whole debacle. The gold bars sat neatly in a pile of four. They were much smaller than I remembered them to be.
"What's it gonna be, Rosie? Him or me?" He turned, unmuted the TV and Emmett's screams filled the room.
A single tear fell from my eyes. When I stared at him again, he wore the same victorious smile.
"Where's Emmett?" I asked my voice free of any emotion.
"Does that mean you pick him?"
"Where. Is. Emmett?" I wanted to ram one of the gold bars down his throat, but then that would hinder him from telling me what I wanted to know.
He sighed and stood up, his back to me. At a snail pace, he made his way over to the gold bars. His hand caressed the bars. He stayed quiet for a few. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts.
"You're such a fool. But if you must know, Mr. McCarty is probably holding on to his head by a thread or a tendon, which ever you prefer. Now, since you love him so much, why don't you join him?"
In the blink of an eye, he turned with his precious golden gun in hand. Before he had a chance to pull the trigger, one of my bullets pierced through his right shoulder.
Time froze. From the moment the bullet entered and exited his body, his gun slowly fell from his fingers, making a loud clank as it hit the floor. Confusion marred his features as he looked from me to his arm. He stared at it for what seemed like hours. A small circle of blood began to seep through his shirt.
When he looked back at me, I saw unbridled rage. And as if someone had pressed the fast forward button on the remote, time sped up. One moment Royce was staring at his wounded shoulder, and the next he was charging at me –sending us both crashing to the ground.
I felt as if I'd been hit by a car. The impact caused my gun to go off and skid to my right. My back burned, my chest heavy, and my vision blurred.
Before I had a chance to regain control of my senses, a sharp pain shot through the left side of my face. The foul taste of blood filled my mouth.
"Did you seriously think you could take me down?" The ringing in my ear caused his voice to sound far away. I wanted him dead. It didn't matter what happened to me, all I knew was that he would be dead by the end of it.
His hand gripped my face. I felt his fingernails digging painfully into my flesh. When I opened my eyes, his steel colored orbs were mere centimeters away from mine, darker than I could ever remember. I knew, at that moment, I was staring into the face of pure evil.
"I love you." The words fell from my lips before I had a chance to change my mind.
His hold loosened, his brows furrowed, and his head tilted to the side. His eyes bore into mine. I tried to convey passion, to show him that I was being truthful, but he just started at me like he was analyzing some twisted science experiment. The left side of his mouth curved slightly, but he controlled it before the smile could actually appear.
He focused on my lips, and ever so softly his lips descended upon mine. I had to control the bile that threatened to escape me. Though on second thought, it would serve him right.
He deepened the kiss, and my hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer. I wanted him to believe he had me.
I could hear Emmett in the back of my mind. "If you ever get into trouble, use your assets. I won't get mad. And after you use them, use your head."
I never understood, I never thought the moment would come.
As soon as he groaned into my lips, I jerked his head back. He looked at me confused, and I smiled, teeth and all. The funniest thing was that he gave me the goofiest grin. And yet I didn't feel bad for what I was about to do.
In a fraction of a second, I lifted my head with a force I didn't even know I possessed and slammed my forehead against his nose. I felt the bones crush against my skin and heard the sickening crunch of his nose, and a pool of blood began to flow down his face.
"You Bitch!" He screamed as his hands flew to his face.
Before he had a chance to react, I punched him in the stomach and pushed him off me. I scrambled to get off the floor, forgetting the pain. But much to my dismay, Royce recovered faster than I'd anticipated. He grabbed my ankle, sending me face first into the ground. A sharp pain shot through the right side of my body.
But it didn't stop me. I flipped onto my back and kicked with my all might. The heel of my foot made contact with his already crumpled face. He screamed, releasing me in the process. I turned and crawled as fast as I could, my eyes on the prize just a few feet away. As soon as my hand grabbed a hold of the table, Royce pulled me back. The gold bars tumbling to the ground around us.
"Not this time, Rosie. It's my time turn to win." Blood dripped onto my face as he spoke. His weight on top of me made it hard to breathe. His hand gripped the front of my shirt. My hands searched for something, anything to stop him; to put an end to this nightmare.
Hot fingers touched cool metal; my prayers were answered.
I held that pieced of heaven as if my life depended on it, and swung it, hitting Royce right on his temple. Blood tainted the shiny yellow bar. Rage flowed through me. I pushed him off me and just kept hitting him over and over and over again. His blood spewing everywhere –on me, the wall, and the floor –but I just couldn't stop.
When my arm got tired, I looked down at his face. No one could've recognized that the thing underneath me used to be human. His brain was spattered all around, his face crushed in. But it still wasn't enough, I gripped the bar with both hands and shoved down what I hoped was his throat. He could eat his fucking gold bars.
Then I felt peace. I felt the weight lift off my shoulders. A smile tugged on my lips and a giggle escaped, which turned into full blown hysterical laughter.
With my giggle fit under control, I crawled to where my gun had landed. I tried to stand, but it was no use, the adrenaline I was feeling was slowly dissipating. I dragged myself to the couch, in a last attempt to stand. Pain shot through me. My hand pressed into the side of my body only to be coated in more blood. I wiped some of it off, and touched my side again. Once again, my hand ended up coated in blood.
My hand reached for the Velcro of the vest. I hesitated. I could hear Jasper's voice telling me that the tight wrappings were keeping me from bleeding out. I couldn't die here, not yet. I had to tell them. I had to tell them that they were safe.
Using the walls for support, I made my way through the corridors. As I got closer to the front, muffled voices were heard.
"Really, Pixie? I'm ten of you put together," a familiar voice said.
"Just shut up and take the help. The faster we get out of here, the sooner we can fix you up."
Once I turned the corner, I saw him. I saw them. Alice and Jasper had Emmett wedged in between them. Relief coursed through every vein in my body. Before I could do or say anything a tall, blonde bimbo stepped in my way.
"Yeah, too bad none of you are getting out alive," the bimbo said.
They stood there frozen. The bimbo was pointing a shotgun at them. Something about her seemed familiar. It wasn't until she spoke again that I realized who she was.
"What? You don't remember me?"
"I'll take the silence as a yes," she said with a chuckle.
"No, why don't you take it as a good bye," I said.
She turned, and I emptied my magazine in her pretty little head. Edward sure knew how to pick them.
My legs gave out, my body left heavy. When I looked up, they were staring at me, stunned. In the corner of my eye I saw Bella and Edward. I had to tell them. I had to make sure they knew they were safe.
"I'm sorry…I did it. I made him eat his gold."
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