Summary: Rosalie is HUMAN. She has been dating a man called Edward Cullen for about a month. They have sex. And then Edward won't pick up the phone, or answer the door...
ROSALIE'S POV
Thursday, February the 25th
Edward is so sweet. He decides to take me out to a nightclub. He never does anything for himself, always for me. I feel so selfish. I can't help it. I run out of the club, and he follows shortly.
"Rose?" Edward asks, pressing his face lightly against my cheek.
"I'm here," I whisper, frantically fidling with the buttons on his shirt. "There's something I need to tell you..."
Edward climbs into the car, and pulls me in too.
"Edward..." I try to stop him, but he's too determined.
"Shh..." he soothes me, and kisses my neck. Heat pours from his pale skin, and passion flutters in the car.
We collapse onto the backseat of his car. He fumbles at my purple, wrap, boob tube top, writhing to get it off my back. I pull at his Dolce and Gabana belt. Edward tears off his clothing, and I pull lightly at my Ralph Lauren, black, ruffled skirt.
We lie on the backseat, naked except for our underwear. Edward's tongue slips inside my mouth, and I don't resist, allthough I ought to.
"Edward, STOP!" I shout. I slap him for not stopping immediatly.
"What is it?" he whispers.
"Edward... I haven't told you everything," I start, as a small, burning tear creeps down my pale face.
2 HOURS LATER...
I told him everything. I trust him, now, with my life. My black heel taps the radio switch, and 'Give Me Novaciane' by Green Day switches on. I chuckle, and so does he. My hand creeps around the band of his breifs.
"Wait, Rose, are you sure you want to do this? After all that happened..." Edward's voice trembles.
"Yes. Just really add the 'love' into 'making love,'" I say, looking at his carpet.
Monday, March the 1st
Thursday was amazing. Possibly the best night ever. I now am learning to trust 'men' more.
I went to the doctor's at 5PM today. I need to speak to Edward desperately. I've walked to his house. No answer. I have called his phone seventy-two times. No answer. Next, I have to break in...
Tuesday, March the 2nd
I smash a window, and walk casually into his house and trudge up the stairs lightly. I decide to wait for him, so I sit on his bed, felling unwelcome.
Edward finally came home, but it took him half an hour to wander upstairs. He sees me, and his eyes grow wider.
"Rosalie? What... Why... are you here?" Edward stutters.
"I'm pregnant. Next time, pick up your ** phone!" I exclaim.
"Oh, my god..."
