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An Emmalie Story: Chapter 1
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Rosalie’s POV: It had been just a few minutes since my so-called ‘fiancé’ Royce had attacked me. I lay shivering and bruised on the cold pavement, with a ripped shirt—the buttons scattered everywhere—and messy blonde hair, my makeup by my dried-up tears. I was abandoned, phone nowhere near me—I didn’t want to move; everything ached—moaning for help in the dimly lit alley. Royce and his friends had flee, too drunk to know where they were headed and had probably passed out a few miles ahead. They might as well be dead, I weakly grumbled to myself as my head rattled. I didn’t want to close my eyes, scared that I might die before I got the chance to open them up again. But, the darkness of the night won over me—as stubborn as I was—and I finally closed my eyes, thinking I’d end up dead. The last thing I remember that flew through my head was: Will I ever be able to trust someone again? Whoosh… I woke up in an unfamiliar place, baking under a pile of the softest quilts, next to a dying fire. I heard a faint mumbling of three voices and I suddenly jolted up flinging all the blankets off me. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel so bad now, only that my head slightly throbbed. I looked around the open space and suddenly saw the palest but most beautiful face with slick blond hair, his hypnotizing golden eyes sparkling with concern. His flawless face looked covered in regret and I wondered why… I was suddenly nailed to the ground, weighed over by two more of the perfect beings; a woman—her dark chocolate hair framed around her beautiful face—and a younger man—his copper hair glistening in the fire’s dim light—just a bit younger than I was. I was jealous of their beauty, but I was filled with panic a second later. Their faces and gold eyes presented the same anguish as the first man. I tried to free myself from their steel grip, but I was no match for their inexplicable power. I tried to scream for help, but no one came. I felt like I was being attacked all over again, but by angels this time. The blonde-haired man swiftly walked to my side. “I’m so sorry,” I heard him say remorsefully, as I shed a tear before squeezing my eyes shut, loosing all hope, and practically wishing I would die. Holding my neck firmly, he pressed his icy lips hard onto the side of my neck—I weakly tried to pull away, but nothing happened—as the excruciating pain started. I squirmed sweating and rolling over, my weak body violently throbbing. It was like fire tingling through every part of me, from my shoulder to the tip of all five of my fingers. Like an electric shock zapping each vein in my body a hundred times, poison intoxicating my system, but worst of all, almost everything was black. Was this dying? I hoped it was. I had flashbacks: seeing Vera and her husband and little Henry, always so innocent and playful. I saw my mother, roaming around our big house, and my father working endless hours at the bank. I saw a drunken Royce and his friends laughing carelessly, and then myself, lying lifelessly on the pavement. Then I saw the three pale people staring at me in agony, fading away with the returning darkness. I tried to scream for help, I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. I felt like I was dying… but somehow getting stronger… Chapter 1 – The Trip Emmett’s POV: “E, wake up, it’s almost noon!” I vaguely heard as something rough slapped my numb shoulder. My eyes almost snapped open as I rolled over to my side and glanced at my silver watch. 8:00 AM. Idiot, I thought as I slyly grinned, the devil in me about to explode. I jumped off my bed and ran into the living room. There he was, sheltered behind the leather couch. I raised a brow and I grinned again; Eric’s brown eyes sparkling with mischief. I bolted for my roommate –he ran, but I roughly grabbed his arm—as I pushed him to the ground and started playfully wrestling him. As strong as he was, he was no match for me –I being the strongest of our ‘pack’ – and as usual, I won, an even bigger grin of victory stretching across my cheeks. “Okay, okay,” he said through breaks of his snickering, “Come on, Emmett, we’ve gotta go! Remember, today’s our hiking trip?” Eric asked, looking at me like I was dumb. “Great,” I mumbled under my breath. I completely forgot. “Hurry, the guys are waiting outside,” he called after me as I half-ran to the kitchen where I drank orange juice right out of the box, and literally swallowed a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, and headed for the door. I pulled a hoodie over me, jumped into by boots and grabbed a hat as I flew out the door. The air was icy, too cold for a normal day in Forks, and my breath fogged up. Three other of my friends were waiting for me outside as Eric –leaned against the hood of his black Hummer—walked to the driver’s seat. I sat next to him and slammed the door behind me. “I get to drive on the way back!” I said as I chuckled huskily. Eric groaned and I punched his arm. We drove for about half an hour by a pattern of boring houses and forests, soon –but seemed like forever—reaching our destination: a forest near nowhere, but perfect for hiking. Finally, I thought impatiently. “Sweet,” I said as I jumped out of the car and as green leaves crack into a million pieces under my boots. I waited anxiously for the guys and lead them into the bright misty forest, eager to discover who or what was lurking around… |
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