Alright fellow fanfictioneers. Now my favorite couple is Alice and Jasper, and I have done some one-shots (which you should check out). But I thought I would write my first multi-chapter story about Rosalie/Emmett. I'm really excited (and nervous) about this.

This plot was inspired by Dance Upon the Air by Nora Roberts.

Also this story deals with issues of rape… just a warning

Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer or Nora Roberts. So I'm not making any money off this story.

Summary: Rosalie Hale faked her death and started anew over a year ago. She's been traveling across the country from New York to escape her past. With her latest stop in Forks; she gets a job at a local car garage, makes new friends, and meets Emmett Cullen. Of course he has his heart set for her. But Rosalie is still pained by the last man she let in close. Will she open her heart again? Will she stop running and settle down? Will her haunting past come back to find her?

Lost Along the Way

Prologue

The lush scenery was whizzing by as Rosalie stared out of the train that was heading towards Richmond, Virginia. The sun was setting, a colorful hue painting the sky of oranges and reds. This was her fourth day on the road. Leaving the city of Baltimore with nothing but her backpack of necessities and designer purse that housed her new identity.

She took out the train ticket and checked the estimated arrival time. The train would arrive at the station in about an hour and half, according to her watch. Rosalie put the ticket back in her purse and looked out the window again to the setting sun, absentmindedly fiddling with her engagement ring. She didn't know why she kept it. This was the symbol of her past life. A life she didn't want to go back to. Maybe that's why she decided to keep it. Sort of a reminder of all the things she's accomplished in the past few months. And the hope for the future.

There were no slip ups or evidence of what she's done. When one starts a new life, everything had to be perfect. No paper trail. No room for cold feet. Very few would have actually gone through what she did. Most probably would have committed suicide instead. Yes, Rosalie thought about it, even considered it for a brief moment. But she was too stubborn and to proud to do such a cowardly act.

But wouldn't one consider running away from your troubles and hiding for the rest of your life cowardly as well? Perhaps. But now was not the time to argue the morality of suicide. She made her decision and she had to think about the next steps.

Rosalie shifted her dark sunglasses that were hiding her recent bruise off her face. Even though the black eye was just a week old, it still had a yellowish purple tint to it. This was from her fiancé Royce. He once again accused her of infidelity, saying that one his friends saw her in the streets with some guy. She tried to tell him that she was with her best friend Vera all day, but he would not hear it and accused her of calling his friend a liar. That night ended with Rosalie crying herself to sleep after Royce dropped her home, something she has been doing since the start of the engagement.

Rosalie realized her vision was getting blurry and blinked away the unwanted tears.

The sky was completely dark now, with the occasional streetlight flying by. She turned to prop her feet on the seat to get more comfortable, using her jacket as a makeshift blanket and falling asleep a few moments later.

As the train pulled into the terminal, Rosalie woke along with other passengers and stretched. She gathered slung the backpack on, grabbed her purse, and exited the train. She made her way through the crowd and out of the station to hail down a cab. Settling in the backseat, she told the driver to take her to the nearest hotel.

The cabbie arrived at the Sheraton Hotel a couple of miles from the terminal. She paid the fare, grabbed her things and headed inside.

"Hi, welcome to the Sheraton Hotel. How may I help you this evening?" the concierge inquired with that cheery voice Rosalie found annoying.

She set the backpack down and put her purse on the counter. "Hi, I would like a room for a week, please?"

"No problem, ma'am." She typed on the computer and gave her the rates and available rooms. Rosalie gave her preference while getting her ID and money out of the purse.

Sarah, Rosalie read on the nametag, gave her the total. Rosalie handed over her driver's license and the cash- no paper trail.

"Ok, Miz Hale. Here is your keycard and your license… and would you just sign this receipt for me, please?" Taking her belongings and the pen, she scribbled her new signature on the piece of paper.

"Thank you. I hope you enjoy your stay." Sarah smiled.

"Thanks… I will," returning the smile, Rosalie grabbed her things and headed towards her room.

Entering the room, Rosalie looked around the quaint room and the twin double beds with disdain. Before this, she has never stayed at such drab accommodation. So used to five star hotels and high society. She would have to put that behind her. That life died and lay at the bottom of the river.

Rosalie sat on the bed and flipped on the TV. Settling for a late-night sitcom, she took out her brush and brushed her shoulder-length brunette hair. The hair color was her doing. The cut, however, was her fiancé's. She couldn't wait until hair grows back to its rightful length, until then she would have to deal with it.

With a sigh, Rosalie got off the bed and changed into pajamas.

A yawn escaped her and she moved the stuff off the bed. Getting comfortable under the sheets, she turned the television and the light out, encompassing in the total darkness.

The sounds of cars on the road lulled Rosalie to a deep sleep that quickly turned into nightmares.

"You can't run away from me, Maddy. You belong to me and only me." His voice taunted. "Come back now and I promise not to hurt you too bad. Because you know deep down that I will find you."

The nightmares continued throughout the night. The dreams were always the same every night. Royce would find her, and then he and his friends would have their way with her as they've done in the past.

Rosalie woke, drenched in sweat and panting with her hand over her heart. And just like the other times, she started to cry, fear that she won't get away.

So this is a fairly short chapter, after all it's just the prologue so to say. The next chapter will take place several months later.

What do you guys think? Like it, hate it? Please leave me a review, even constructive criticism. Should I continue or not?

Thanx for reading =)