An Emmett and Rosalie Fanfic
Chapter 23
Let him in...
Esme POV
I led Rosalie to her tempat tidur and sat her down on it, letting go of her. I took a spot selanjutnya to her and held her hand.
I rubbed her hand and occasionally wiped tears from her cheeks. Rose’s sobs slowed and her unnecessary breathing returned close to normal.
She looked up at me through her lashes, “I’m sorry…” she whispered, I could tell she was ashamed and embarrassed.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, Rose.” I smiled hoping she would return it. There was no such luck, though.
“Yes, there is Esme.” She was serious…
I knew this is where it all started…
“None of this would have happened if I was smart and left my parents when I realized all they wanted my for was my beauty, so they could get lebih money and get into lebih parties…none of this would have happened if I never went to Vera’s house that night…” she berkata sternly, motioning to the area around her with her arms and throwing her head back. “None of this would have happened if I wasn’t so stupid and called my dad atau my driver when I knew something was wrong…none of this would have happened…” oleh this time she was sobbing again, uncontrollably. I lunged over to her and took her in my arms once more. Her head was crying into my chest, “…if I screamed for help, louder!” she finished.
This brought me to tears, too. “Stop Rose!” I berkata forcefully, I took both my hands and brought her face up to look into my eyes. “None of that was your fault, you’re the victim…what happened to anda was your parents and Royce’s mistake, huge mistake.”
She put her hands on mine and pulled them away from her face. She then moved her head to the side so I could barley see her eyes.
It was quiet for a while before she spoke in a tone I had never heard her use. “This is not me…” It was a strong and humorless voice not her usual soft quality.
“What do anda mean, hun?” I asked re-taking her hand.
She looked back at me, “I am supposed to be tough and strong…not weak and emotional…”
This confused me, “Rose, everyone has their bad days, even vampires.” I tried to add some humor in there I think it back-fired on me because her eyes changed into a darker honey color. “No one, and I mean no one can be strong every menit of everyday, it’s impossible. And, as anda obviously know, the last 2 years have been your own personal h*ll. Rose, anda are one of the most resilient woman I have ever, met. Any girl I know would have called it quiets and went to the Volutri once she learned about what she was…” she looked thankful but other, lebih powerful emotions consumed her.
“You may try to look firm and serious on the outside to try and shield atau protect yourself from the same pain anda went through, but on the inside I know anda are hurting and crying, not letting anyone in…and it kills me and many other people who care about anda to see anda ache and not be able to do anything…and that includes Emmett.” I knew it was a risk for saying that but she needs to understand.
Yet another silence overtook the room as she collected herself. It seemed like she was taking in everything I had said, and she looked surprised that I could read her that well.
“Emmett?” she asked looking up at me, again, after countless menit of concentration.
“Rosalie, why do anda think Emmett has followed anda and worried about anda since the hari he has changed? He knows something is wrong…and he cares a great deal for you, even though he has only known anda for a short time.” I was a little shocked Rosalie did not realize this on her own.
“I’m scared, Esme.” She whimpered as another small tear fell from her eye.
“What do anda mean, sweety?”
“I don’t want to…” she trailed off in thought. “…I can’t…I mean I shouldn’t like him.” She cried.
“Hun, w..wh..why?” I scooted over to her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
“I know he is a good man, better than I would ever deserve…but…”
“Stop right there, Rosalie!” I moved her to look at me. “Why in the world would anda not deserve him and have a chance at a happy life?!?” my brows were flared in anger, how could Rosalie think that of herself?
“I am not clean…innocent…I am used and destroyed…” she yelled.
We have had this conversation before, at the beach, but again I could not think of what to say…so I let my motherly ways take over…
I took her face between once lebih so I knew she was listening. “You have to stop talking like that Rosalie. None of that is true...you are beautiful, gentle, fragile, strong, and kind…but anda also have other qualities like anda have a tendency to be feisty and aggressive but anda are still the same Rosalie anda were 3 years back…”
“No I am not…I am damaged…ruined…filthy…” she spat.
“No, Rose your not…right now anda are letting Royce win. He is sitting somewhere laughing and enjoying the fact he made anda suffer and that it is still effecting anda today…I can’t tell anda what to do but there is a man somewhere out in those woods that I believe can help you. Even if you’re not ready to cinta again, let him in…”
With that I kissed her head and walked out of her room, closing the door softly but not before I heard her sobs reemerge.
Chapter 23
Let him in...
Esme POV
I led Rosalie to her tempat tidur and sat her down on it, letting go of her. I took a spot selanjutnya to her and held her hand.
I rubbed her hand and occasionally wiped tears from her cheeks. Rose’s sobs slowed and her unnecessary breathing returned close to normal.
She looked up at me through her lashes, “I’m sorry…” she whispered, I could tell she was ashamed and embarrassed.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, Rose.” I smiled hoping she would return it. There was no such luck, though.
“Yes, there is Esme.” She was serious…
I knew this is where it all started…
“None of this would have happened if I was smart and left my parents when I realized all they wanted my for was my beauty, so they could get lebih money and get into lebih parties…none of this would have happened if I never went to Vera’s house that night…” she berkata sternly, motioning to the area around her with her arms and throwing her head back. “None of this would have happened if I wasn’t so stupid and called my dad atau my driver when I knew something was wrong…none of this would have happened…” oleh this time she was sobbing again, uncontrollably. I lunged over to her and took her in my arms once more. Her head was crying into my chest, “…if I screamed for help, louder!” she finished.
This brought me to tears, too. “Stop Rose!” I berkata forcefully, I took both my hands and brought her face up to look into my eyes. “None of that was your fault, you’re the victim…what happened to anda was your parents and Royce’s mistake, huge mistake.”
She put her hands on mine and pulled them away from her face. She then moved her head to the side so I could barley see her eyes.
It was quiet for a while before she spoke in a tone I had never heard her use. “This is not me…” It was a strong and humorless voice not her usual soft quality.
“What do anda mean, hun?” I asked re-taking her hand.
She looked back at me, “I am supposed to be tough and strong…not weak and emotional…”
This confused me, “Rose, everyone has their bad days, even vampires.” I tried to add some humor in there I think it back-fired on me because her eyes changed into a darker honey color. “No one, and I mean no one can be strong every menit of everyday, it’s impossible. And, as anda obviously know, the last 2 years have been your own personal h*ll. Rose, anda are one of the most resilient woman I have ever, met. Any girl I know would have called it quiets and went to the Volutri once she learned about what she was…” she looked thankful but other, lebih powerful emotions consumed her.
“You may try to look firm and serious on the outside to try and shield atau protect yourself from the same pain anda went through, but on the inside I know anda are hurting and crying, not letting anyone in…and it kills me and many other people who care about anda to see anda ache and not be able to do anything…and that includes Emmett.” I knew it was a risk for saying that but she needs to understand.
Yet another silence overtook the room as she collected herself. It seemed like she was taking in everything I had said, and she looked surprised that I could read her that well.
“Emmett?” she asked looking up at me, again, after countless menit of concentration.
“Rosalie, why do anda think Emmett has followed anda and worried about anda since the hari he has changed? He knows something is wrong…and he cares a great deal for you, even though he has only known anda for a short time.” I was a little shocked Rosalie did not realize this on her own.
“I’m scared, Esme.” She whimpered as another small tear fell from her eye.
“What do anda mean, sweety?”
“I don’t want to…” she trailed off in thought. “…I can’t…I mean I shouldn’t like him.” She cried.
“Hun, w..wh..why?” I scooted over to her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
“I know he is a good man, better than I would ever deserve…but…”
“Stop right there, Rosalie!” I moved her to look at me. “Why in the world would anda not deserve him and have a chance at a happy life?!?” my brows were flared in anger, how could Rosalie think that of herself?
“I am not clean…innocent…I am used and destroyed…” she yelled.
We have had this conversation before, at the beach, but again I could not think of what to say…so I let my motherly ways take over…
I took her face between once lebih so I knew she was listening. “You have to stop talking like that Rosalie. None of that is true...you are beautiful, gentle, fragile, strong, and kind…but anda also have other qualities like anda have a tendency to be feisty and aggressive but anda are still the same Rosalie anda were 3 years back…”
“No I am not…I am damaged…ruined…filthy…” she spat.
“No, Rose your not…right now anda are letting Royce win. He is sitting somewhere laughing and enjoying the fact he made anda suffer and that it is still effecting anda today…I can’t tell anda what to do but there is a man somewhere out in those woods that I believe can help you. Even if you’re not ready to cinta again, let him in…”
With that I kissed her head and walked out of her room, closing the door softly but not before I heard her sobs reemerge.
