Emmett & Rosalie

I don't own anything.
Rosalie's P.O.V.


I was having the worst of the worst of the absolute worst sort of day.

I stalked over to my car, yanked the door open, and then slammed it shut, trying to release some of my anger. The segundo I was in inside, I let out the shriek of a lifetime, pounding my palms on the steering wheel and shaking my head back and forth with the force of my scream.

And even after that, I didn't feel better, my throat just hurt. I probably hadn't screamed like that since I was about four years old. I reached into my bag, needing to vent out my frustrations before I drove home....

An Emmett and Rosalie Fanfic

Chapter 12

Awake
Emmett's POV

“Uhh..gh” I moaned as another shot of pain sped thru me, even though this was nothing compared to the apoy I had felt over the past few days.

I heard a sniffle and a hand on my arm. It was…comforting.

I could tell all the pain was coming to an end soon. “Ouch…” I groaned starting to ilipat my arm, “uhhh…”

There was a cool cloth on my fore head; it was helping the constant headache but the coldness against my sweaty skin made me uncomfortable. I reached up and took hold of a small arm that was soon out of my grip but replaced...