A/N - Well hello there. (: This is my first story here on , so please leave a review, and let me know what you think. It's a song-fic, based on "Living On A Prayer" by "Bon-Jovi." If you haven't heard it before, you should definatly listen to it! (:

Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or the song Living On A Prayer and I'm most definatly not Bon-Jovi.

Fighting For Your Love

"Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough"

I always knew that it was going to be hard. After I lost my job at the supermarket, I was aware that money would be tight. But I'd never imagined that it was going to be like this. It was my duty to take care of my long time girlfriend, Rosalie. I failed though. I'd failed to take care of the most important person in my life.

After I lost my job, or was laid-off as my good-for-nothing boss called it, I couldn't get a job anywhere. For weeks on end I looked through job page after job page, website after website, but due to the recession that the country was facing, no one would take me on. I honestly tried my hardest; heck, I even started going to church. I did anything and everything to rake in some money, but nothing I did worked. The bills started piling up, until one day the police came knocking on our door. We were being evicted. That was when things took a turn for the worse.

So here we are; living in an abandoned flat, with nothing but an old mattress and the clothes we are wearing. We had absolutely no money, and hadn't eaten a decent meal for weeks. Any food we got, I instantly gave to Rose, my darling Rose. If it wasn't for her, I honestly don't know if I would have the strength to go on. She really is my angel.

"She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not. We've got each other and that's a lot
For love – we'll give it a shot"

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and pressed my lips to the top of her head. She turned and pushed her cheek against mine.

"Don't worry baby. Me and you, we're going to get through this." She whispered in my ear.

I sighed; she was so optimistic, most girls would have given up by now. They would have left me, and found someone else. Someone who wasn't a worthless low-life who couldn't even afford to buy his girlfriend food to eat. She glared at me as if she knew what I was thinking, before gently kissing my neck.

"Don't even think like that. You know that I would never leave you. I love you Emmett, don't you ever forget it. And when you love someone, you share the good times and the bad times."

"Whoah, were half way there
Living on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Living on a prayer"

I looked down at her and smiled. I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve her. Maybe I took a bullet for a king, or something heroic like that. But the smile was wiped off my face as she started coughing violently. She wasn't well, and was getting weaker every day. I rubbed my hand across her back in circular motions, in an attempt to stop her coughing. I knew it wouldn't work, but I had to do something. My breath caught in my throat as she looked up at me. There were tears streaming down her face, due to the lack of oxygen which was caused by her severe coughing. Huge purple bags surrounded her pale blue eyes, and her cheekbones jutted out from her now sallow skin. Her once stunningly beautiful face now possessed a haunted, almost dead look.

"Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday"

The tears that were now rolling down her face had nothing to do with her coughing. I softly wiped them away with my thumb.

"Baby, maybe we should take you to a hospital-"

"No. They will contact Dad, and I'm not going back home." She murmured hoarsely. I was beginning to wonder whether she could talk any louder anymore.

"But you're sick."

"I'm fine, I just-" Her sentence was cut off as a fresh round of coughing took over her already frail body. Had the situation been less serious, I may have laughed, but as blood started pouring from her mouth, laughing was the last thing I wanted to do. I pulled her hair out of her face, and noticed that her shoulders where shaking horribly. What kind of a boyfriend was I, letting my girlfriend become this ill? I didn't care what she said; I was taking her to the hospital. I scooped up her delicate body, cradling her close to me.

"We're going to the hospital now Rose. You're going to be ok. We're going to be alright, both of us."

She mumbled something against my shoulder, before going completely limp. Her head lolled over my arm, swinging as though her neck was broken. Tears began flowing down my face, but I made no notion to wipe them away, I just kept running. I didn't know which direction the hospital was, and with only dim street lights to guide me, I didn't know whether I'd be able to find it. But I knew that I had to keep running.

"We're going to get through this, that's what you said. You said we'd be OK. You're going to be OK baby. Can you hear me? You're going to be fine. Just remember that I love you. I love you Rose."

"We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got"

Now all I could do was hope. Hope and pray. Because Rose, well she was someone worth fighting for.

End.

A/N - There you go. (: What did you think? Was it any good? Please leave a review to let me know what you think. Thanks. (:

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