Hello I hope you like this story! I am working on two stories at once check the other one out its called "Forgotten Life".
This story will be in Rosalie POV (there might be a few in other POV)
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight (Unfortunately)
1931
"Rosalie dear!" my mother called out the kitchen window. Vera and I were talking. She was very pregnant at the time. "Hold on let me see what she wants." I said getting up to walk into the house. "Sweetheart your father left his lunch here could you please take it to him?" She asked knowing I would say yes. "Yes absolutely. Ill walk Vera home on my way, Let me go tell her". I turned and headed to the back yard where Vera was still sitting. "My mother asked me to take my father his lunch I can walk with you back to your house" I offered. "Sure absolutely, I may be a little slow though." She apologized. "That's ok." We headed back inside and my mom was coming down the stairs. "Wear this" My mother said pushing a dress into my arms. "ok." I went into the restroom to change and came back out. "You look beautiful darling".
We began on our way. I walked Vera to her house then continued on to my father who was working at the bank. I arrived at the bank 20 minutes later. It was busy so I walked to the front counter "Mr. Hale, please". "Rosalie darling!" I heard from my left. I turned and saw my father heading my direction. "Thanks" I said to the lady at the counter. "Hi father" I said giving him a hug. "Here is your lunch mother said it's your favorite."
"That's great darling thanks, Let me introduce you to some of my co-workers, this is Mark Walton, Mathew Collins, William Toles, The owner of the bank Royce King and his son Royce King II. Everybody this is my stunningly beautiful daughter Rosalie" He introduced. "Hi everybody it was a pleasure to meet you" I said politely.
After my introductions I headed home. They were all really nice to me. My father told me all about the kings, the owner's son Royce had just started. His dad offered him a job after being really bad sick for two years to help him get on his feet. All my dad seemed to talk about is Royce.
I walked through the front gate to our house and up the stairs to the front door, I saw a bouquet of flowers sitting on the porch. I bent down and picked them up to read the tag
Dearest Rosalie,
I just wanted to say I was a great pleasure to finally meet you. I've worked at this bank for 4 months and your father can't stop talking about how great of a person you are. I hope to see you again sometime soon and get to know you
Sincerely,
Royce King II
PS: Enjoy the Daisies
I couldn't believe he sent me flowers, I mean I barely knew him! He was stunningly handsome. I opened the door and took the flowers to my mother to show her. "That's great dear! Lets put some more water in them and take it to your room before your brothers take them to play with". We filled the vase and walked upstairs. We placed them on my nightstand right next to my bed. They smelled amazing! "So did you like this young lad who sent you these flowers?" My mother asked. "I don't know yet. I didn't really get to talk to him. Father and I talked the whole time." I responded. "Oh another time then." She answered before heading out the door. I grabbed my Journal and began to write what happened so far today.
A few hours later my father walked in the front door from work. I got up from my bed sticking the journal inside my nightstand. I went downstairs to greet my dad who was smiling from ear to ear. "Dinners done!" mother called from the kitchen. We ate dinner and my parents didn't say a thing. I helped my mother clean up dinner and headed to take a bath. I finished my bath and went to bed. I had the strangest dream.
*dream*
I was walking down the aisle towards my soon to be husband Royce linked arm and arm with my father. I got up said my vowels and we headed on our honey moon. We got to the beautiful room on the cost of Hawaii and our room over looked the ocean my life was so perfect! I want so bad to talk to Vera and rub it in her face. We sat down on the bed and began to kiss; it was my first time other than the quick peck at out wedding. He began so tenderly, I could get used to this, and then he turned more aggressive in the kisses. The kisses began become too much for me. Tears were streaming down my face and I tried pushing him off of me but he was so strong, I don't remember him being like this ever. Things were starting to take a turn for the worst.
*end dream*
I woke up and put the pillow over my head to muffle my screams.