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Preface
I don't know why people don't like me as much as Alice. Edward says that I am a vain, self-centered child. Most people take that into account, so that must be why. When Bella was pregnant with Renesmee, I had hoped Renesmee would be mine. But I liked Bella, somewhat. She was just going to throw her life away for this life. Edward too, naturally. I will never get to be a parent. Not now, not ever. I was just an aunt. I always was, and I will never be more than that.
Chapter 1
Rosalie's POV
I sat by the window, twirling my hair. It was and is the only thing that makes me feel somewhat human. I wasn't happy, but Emmett at least makes it bearable. I remember when I found him he reminded me of Vera's little Henry. "ROSALIE LILLIAN HALE!" Edward yelled at me. I sighed and walked to his room.
Esme's POV
I heard some crashing and yelling. I went check it out. When I opened the door to Edward's room, Rosalie flew against the wall, looking with that same broken expression she had when she first came home after she was raped. "DON"T TALK ABOUT BELLA LIKE THAT AGAIN!" he shouted.