"Um..." I said, a little nervous, "okay?"
She entered the room in more of a strut than a slow walk that I had expected from her. Unexpectedly, she turned to glare at me. I flinched back from her ferocious expression.
Why was she so angry with me?
"Yes?" I asked in a small voice, terrified.
Rosalie glared at me before speaking. "Do you know what you are doing to Edward? How much you are making him worry every day, how much he has to do to keep you safe, which you never really are?"
I stared at her, wide-eyed. Was she speaking truth?
Now that I thought back, she was telling me the truth. I now realized how obvious it was: I was causing him unnecessary worry and pain every day.
Now I didn't blame Rosalie for hating me.
She continued angrily," Do you know how selfish you are being, not even thinking about what Edward wants and needs? Do you even care?"
"Sorry," I whispered, my throat clogging up. What was I doing here? Why was I causing Edward to work day and night for me? Why was I taking everything, but not giving to Edward?
Tears slowly rolled down my cheek in realization. I was hurting him. I was terrible.
"What can I do?" I asked sadly.
"Leave." She spat.
Then hit me. Why would he hold me hostage, if he didn't love me?
Probably because he just wanted to keep me from running to La Push. Maybe he just wanted me safe, but didn't like me.
That was reasonable because he wanted everybody to be safe.
"Sorry," I whispered into the dark before night overtook me.