This is the sequel to Guilty. I hope you all enjoy it. If you have not already read Guilty, you should read it before you start reading this.
Emmett says we're too late. His three days were up half an hour ago and now they are going to come after him as well as me. It's all my fault. I was who thought of coming to the Red Castle. If we had just stayed in Seattle than we wouldn't be having this problem. We could have taken care of the jack asses that are after us. But now we are here, and Emmett's deadline is up. Now we have to come up with a plan, one to save both of our lives.
I walk through the corridors and to the music hall. It was a place my parents always entertained family members and business colleagues. I sit down at the piano bench and breathe in and out. A memory of an interaction between my mother and me, in this very room, comes flooding back to me…
"What's wrong Rosie-Posie?" my mother asks me. I am only seven.
"Is Mamma in heaven mommy?" she looks down at me and smiles as she wipes tears from my little face.
"Of course she is sweet pea," my mother speaks with the same strong southern accent as always. We sit on the bench of the piano just staring at the keys. Mom begins playing a little tune, I recognize it as twinkle, twinkle little star.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid to die."
"Oh, we all are honey. But you just gotta remember that God didn't intend for us to stay here forever. Earth is our temporary home."
The memory fades out and I find myself ready to cry. Ever since I got shot at I have had trouble remembering things. It isn't fair! I have never had any memory problems before, and now suddenly it's been hard for me to remember things that happened before the shooting. Sometimes I just can't remember my mother's face; or the way my father would pick me up and help me fly, like a super hero.
I stare at the keys; the very ones my mother had played in my memory. I should talk to Jasper, he is a therapist, and he may know what is going on. He might be able to tell me why I am having trouble remembering my childhood. Or at least he could help me remember it; he was there, after all. I don't go talk to him though. Instead I start to play and sing; it is a song inspired by what my mother said to me so long ago…
A little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school, another house that will never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home
Young mom, on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world"
This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is our temporary home
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
"Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says
"I can see God's face"
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home
This is our temporary home
I sigh. I'm sure that when we go back to Seattle and I present this song, as well as the one I wrote for Emmett, they will turn into hits. Maybe not number ones, but top twenty at least. I don't want them to though. They are special songs written for special people. I have written heart felt songs before, but never with one specific person in mind. I don't want to share these, but I just might, I'm undecided.
I am scared out of my skin when Bella sits down next to me.
"That was nice Rose," she says.
"You heard it?"
"Some of it," she says, staring at her lap. I look at her; she has a hand on her stomach. I feel envious; even when I was young I wanted a little baby to call my own.
"You know Rose," she says, looking at me now, "he's scared too."
"Who is?" I ask her, even though I know who she is talking about.
"Emmett, he's scared to die. He told me so, but he…" she trails off, looking down again.
"He what?" I ask. I feel a bit guilty for prompting her like this, but it doesn't matter. I already feel guilty for much more important things.
"Well he told me that he is scared to die, but he would die for you, if he had to."
"When did he tell you this?"
"Shortly after we got here, actually; He told me about an absolutely horrid dream he had. Then he told me he was afraid to die, but would die for you. I told him he was being ridiculous."
She stopped and I was a bit taken aback, I though Bella liked me. Why would it be ridiculous for her brother, who loves me, to say he would die for me? I'm sure I was looking at her funny because Bella says, "I'm sorry, that probably sounded funny. I told him he was being ridiculous because nobody is going to die. Not you, not him, not Edward, Alice, jasper or me. NOBODY."
I understand her now.
"Well, I'm going to go guilt trip Edward into giving me a back rub," Bella says.
"Um… how so?" I ask her, wondering why a guilt trip would be necessary, Edward always seems to be willing to do whatever Bella asks.
"Well he has been being lazy lately. So I'm going to say 'Edward Cullen you did this to me so I expect a back rub!"
I laugh as she walks away, but then she stops short and says, "Oh, and you have my blessing."
"Um what do you mean, Bella?"
"Well, if you ever want to say yes to something, but think I might not like it, just remember that you have my blessing."
Then she leaves. I am confused as hell but I just ignore it and go back to thinking of the task at hand, surviving.
This was the very first chapter and I hope you all liked it. I promise that there will be even more awesomeness in this story than in it's previous story GUILTY. So, the song Rosalie sang was Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood. There is a link on my profile. Please Review.