Chapter 3: Shattering Heart
Rosalie POV
What was I doing? I wanted him to kiss me! Why did I turn away?
I was now just standing there with my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Emmett. It's not something wewe did. I'm just not ready." And with that, I left. I left him standing there broken and alone in the backyard. How could I? What did he do to deserve that?
I was in my room now, looking at him through my window. He was still standing there in the exact same spot, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"I'm so sorry Emmett," I whispered as I got up from my window seat.
When I left my room the inayofuata morning, Emmett was still outside. I put on some clothes and headed downstairs. I had to tell him.
I headed outside towards Emmett.
"Come on Big Boy, let's go," I alisema grabbing his hand. I led him into the forest and after a while, stopped and turned to face him. "I need to tell wewe something. I understand if wewe want to leave after I tell you." I took a deep breath and started to explain.
Emmett POV
After Rosalie left that night I didn't know what to do. I was devastated when she left. So I stood there all night. All night I stood there in the backyard with my moyo feeling as if it had been shattered. I don't think I had ever felt that way around anyone before. When I wasn't with Rosalie, my moyo hurt. I don't even know if that's possible, but I sure felt it.
Night turned to morning and I was still outside. Finally Rosalie came back out. I could feel my moyo to come back together. Everything went away when she was with me.
"Come on Big Boy," she alisema grabbing my hand. Big Boy. Hmm. I like that.
Rosalie dragged me towards the trees, moving quickly. Once we reached a small clearing we stopped. Rosalie turned to face me with a worried look on her face.
"Are wewe okay?" I asked. I was truly concerned. "Hey look at me," I said, lifting her chin with my finger. She looked like she could break down crying.
"I need to tell wewe something. I understand if wewe want to leave after I tell you." What was she talking about? How could I ever leave her? She was my everything, even though I had only known her for less than a week. "I was changed two years zamani in Rochester, New York. wewe knew that, well the reason is I was changed because—" she took a deep breath, "my fiancée and his Marafiki were drunk, standing under a dim streetlight. I was coming nyumbani from my friend Vera's house. I ran into them and—" her voice grew to a whisper, "they beat and raped me, and just left me there."
Rosalie sunk to her knees, a dry sob escaping her lips.
"Rosalie, I—" I didn't know what to say. So I just pulled her onto my lap. If I couldn't tell her how I felt, I'd onyesha her. I buried my face in her hair, whispering reassuring words.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"No Rosie, don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I'm going to stay right here until wewe feel better." I replied.
I don't know how long we sat like that together, her in my arms, rocking back and forth. I knew it would end all to soon. Rosalie finally looked up at me. I smiled down at her. I wanted her to know I wasn't leaving. Well until she was ready for me too.
"Emmett? Do wewe think I'm a monster?" How could she think such a thing?
"Of course not. How could an Angel be a monster?" Did I really just say that? Great, that was cheesy. I hope she didn't notice that.
"You think I'm an angel?" she asked surprised.
"I know you're an angel. Please don't fly away any time soon," I joked.
Rosalie giggled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Let's head back home. Esme is probably worried," she alisema against my cheek. Her cold breath sent a thrill down my spine.
"Well, I don’t want to go worrying the whole household I guess," I replied. I picked her up bridal style walking back to the house at a "human" pace.
Esme was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
"I was worried sick about wewe two! Do wewe know how long wewe were gone? Three whole days!" Three days. Oops.
"I'm sorry Esme, we Lost track of time," I replied.
"Apparently," Edward alisema from the other side of the room. He was really getting on my nerves.
Rosalie POV
What was I doing? I wanted him to kiss me! Why did I turn away?
I was now just standing there with my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Emmett. It's not something wewe did. I'm just not ready." And with that, I left. I left him standing there broken and alone in the backyard. How could I? What did he do to deserve that?
I was in my room now, looking at him through my window. He was still standing there in the exact same spot, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"I'm so sorry Emmett," I whispered as I got up from my window seat.
When I left my room the inayofuata morning, Emmett was still outside. I put on some clothes and headed downstairs. I had to tell him.
I headed outside towards Emmett.
"Come on Big Boy, let's go," I alisema grabbing his hand. I led him into the forest and after a while, stopped and turned to face him. "I need to tell wewe something. I understand if wewe want to leave after I tell you." I took a deep breath and started to explain.
Emmett POV
After Rosalie left that night I didn't know what to do. I was devastated when she left. So I stood there all night. All night I stood there in the backyard with my moyo feeling as if it had been shattered. I don't think I had ever felt that way around anyone before. When I wasn't with Rosalie, my moyo hurt. I don't even know if that's possible, but I sure felt it.
Night turned to morning and I was still outside. Finally Rosalie came back out. I could feel my moyo to come back together. Everything went away when she was with me.
"Come on Big Boy," she alisema grabbing my hand. Big Boy. Hmm. I like that.
Rosalie dragged me towards the trees, moving quickly. Once we reached a small clearing we stopped. Rosalie turned to face me with a worried look on her face.
"Are wewe okay?" I asked. I was truly concerned. "Hey look at me," I said, lifting her chin with my finger. She looked like she could break down crying.
"I need to tell wewe something. I understand if wewe want to leave after I tell you." What was she talking about? How could I ever leave her? She was my everything, even though I had only known her for less than a week. "I was changed two years zamani in Rochester, New York. wewe knew that, well the reason is I was changed because—" she took a deep breath, "my fiancée and his Marafiki were drunk, standing under a dim streetlight. I was coming nyumbani from my friend Vera's house. I ran into them and—" her voice grew to a whisper, "they beat and raped me, and just left me there."
Rosalie sunk to her knees, a dry sob escaping her lips.
"Rosalie, I—" I didn't know what to say. So I just pulled her onto my lap. If I couldn't tell her how I felt, I'd onyesha her. I buried my face in her hair, whispering reassuring words.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"No Rosie, don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I'm going to stay right here until wewe feel better." I replied.
I don't know how long we sat like that together, her in my arms, rocking back and forth. I knew it would end all to soon. Rosalie finally looked up at me. I smiled down at her. I wanted her to know I wasn't leaving. Well until she was ready for me too.
"Emmett? Do wewe think I'm a monster?" How could she think such a thing?
"Of course not. How could an Angel be a monster?" Did I really just say that? Great, that was cheesy. I hope she didn't notice that.
"You think I'm an angel?" she asked surprised.
"I know you're an angel. Please don't fly away any time soon," I joked.
Rosalie giggled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Let's head back home. Esme is probably worried," she alisema against my cheek. Her cold breath sent a thrill down my spine.
"Well, I don’t want to go worrying the whole household I guess," I replied. I picked her up bridal style walking back to the house at a "human" pace.
Esme was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
"I was worried sick about wewe two! Do wewe know how long wewe were gone? Three whole days!" Three days. Oops.
"I'm sorry Esme, we Lost track of time," I replied.
"Apparently," Edward alisema from the other side of the room. He was really getting on my nerves.