Name of the Game
By
Nicole
Summary: Emmett and Rosalie had the life they've always dreamt about having. However, Rosalie ends up disappearing a week before their wedding. Where has Rosalie gone? Will Emmett ever see her again?
Name of the Game
Chapter 1: Sad Goodbyes
Emmett let out a sigh as he sat alone in his room, opening and closing the box that was holding the ring he was going to place on his fiancé's finger. A smile came across his face as he thought about marrying the most beautiful woman he had ever known, Rosalie Hale. They had been dating since their freshman year of high school. They were going into their last year of college. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up when there was a knock on the door. He put the ring back into his pocket and stood up. "Yeah," he answered. Jasper came in.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey Jazz," he answered.
Emmett turned around to see the sullen look on his friend's face. "What?" He asked. Jasper let out a sigh.
"Um…I went to get Rosalie," Jasper replied.
The look on his face worried Emmett. "What is it? Is she okay?" he asked.
"Bella was there…apparently Rosalie had called her over but when Bella got there she found this. Bella was asked to give this to me to give to you," Jasper answered.
Emmett gave him a quizzical look before taking the note.
Dear Emmett,
The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. This is possibly the hardest thing I've ever had to write, but by the time you read this I'll be gone.
I know you deserve every reason in the world for why I'm leaving, especially since we have been planning this for so long and we have been together for so long. I can't tell you the truth, because the truth will kill you. Please don't try to find me Emmett, I don't want to be found. I hope one day you'll forgive me.
Love Always,
Rosalie
Emmett stared at the note in shock. "Did she tell you where she's gone?" He asked.
"No, she didn't tell anyone," Jasper replied.
He put his head in his hand, feeling his heart break. All he could do was wonder why Rosalie left him.
(Airport)
Rosalie was sitting in the chairs at the airport, staring at the passport in her hands. "Flight 627 to Paris, France is now boarding," the person of the PA system announced. Rosalie stood up and grabbed her carry on bag that was sitting next to her.
She sat down in her seat of the plane and tears started to fall down her face. She sniffled and wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry Emmett, I'm so sorry," she whispered. Rosalie put her hands over her face to get herself to stop crying.
(Emmett's House)
Emmett was sitting in his living room, staring into the fireplace. He couldn't understand it, he and Rosalie were just talking about the night before right before Alice and Bella came to take her away. He took another swig of his beer bottle before he chucked it across the room and it smashed against the wall. He looked up when Bella came in. "What?" he asked.
"I thought the house was falling down for a second," she replied.
Emmett started laughing for a little bit, she could tell her older brother was drunk out of his mind. "Come on Emmett, time to get you upstairs," she murmured, grabbing his arm.
"I don't want your damn help," he answered.
Emmett stared at her. "Shouldn't you be with your fiancé?" He asked.
"Emmett I'm here to help," she answered.
"You can get Rosalie back here, that's how you'll help," He told her.
She bit her lower lip. "Just leave me alone," he added before stumbling upstairs. Edward was standing at the top of the stairs. "I do want your help," he slurred to Edward, shoving him slightly.
"Emmett, drinking is not bringing Rosalie back," Edward answered.
"You standing there isn't bringing her back either!" Emmett snapped, shoving Edward again.
Edward backed up, letting Emmett stumble to his room. He rubbed his forehead and Bella walked up the stairs. "This is killing him," he murmured. Bella held his hand and nodded her head slowly in agreement.
Author's Note: Sorry everyone who tried to do the poll and it didn't work, but the PM's i got, most of them were for this one. So i hope you all enjoy it.