From Pain to Perfection

Chapter 1. This isn't a family

RPOV

"Edward, can't you just, just, back off!" I yelled in frustration, all I wanted was a little time to myself and my thoughts, and he came in here with the sole purpose of annoying me. "It's not enough that you blatantly reject me, but then you have the nerve to hang around annoying me 24/7.

"I'm just bored!" He whined, "Alice will never hang around with me any more now that she and Jasper are a thing. It's not fair!"

Oh he did NOT just say that...

"DONT GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON WHATS NOT FAIR, ASSHOLE" I yelled in fury, "Do you think Jasper and I WANTED our parents to die, and have to burden Esme with our presence after the loss of her sister. It's different for you and Alice, Carlisle chose to adopt you. We were pretty much forced upon Esme, her being our only living relative. You know what, I'm not even going to talk about this with you. Just Go" I said as I slammed my bedroom door in his face, scoffing at his shocked expression. You'd think that he would be used to my losses of temper by now, but apparently not.

I collapsed back onto my bed, but was only granted two minutes of peace before I heard a knock at my door. "I told you to go away!" I yelled into my pillow.

"It's only me dear," I heard Esme say softly from the other side of the door, "Sorry for disturbing you, but Carlisle and I would like to have a talk with the four of you. Just come down when you're ready". I threw my pillow at the closed door in frustration, and heard Esme's retreating footsteps down the staircase.

I know I should be thankful for Esme, after everything she has done for me and Jasper. She took us in when we had no one else, and when neither of us were in any fit state to make good company. Her husband Carlisle was just as accepting, but it was his foster children, Alice and Edward, who he had adopted over the past two years, that I had a problem with. Sure, they understood what it was like to be left with no parents, but I don't think they remembered what it was like when it was this fresh. I mean, our parents had only been gone for three months! Just because I didn't open up to them and tell them how much it hurt, doesn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

The real fuel for my dislike, however, came from much more selfish affairs. Besides Esme, Jasper was all I had left. He was the only one that really knew me, and we had become closer than the average brother and sister. I think mutual grief does that to people. Yet when we moved here, him and Alice had pretty much immediately fell for each other, and I just couldn't shake the feeling that she was steeling him away from me. It seemed like Edward felt the same way about Alice, but that didn't get him any sympathy from me, nothing would at this point.

See at first, Edward and I had really hit it off. He would talk to me and try to pull me out of my misery, every now and then even getting me to laugh. One night however, my opinion of him changed drastically. We were sitting on his bed, and he was telling me what he remembered of his parents. How his Dad had died in the war, and his Mum not long after from Spanish influenza. It was a moment of absolute vulnerability, for both of us, so I barely had control of my thoughts as I leaned toward him and tilted my head suggestively, expecting him to close the distance and kiss me. I never usually made the first move, so the rejection that I felt when he stood up and opened the door, staring at me pointedly until I left, was very strong and very foreign. I mean seriously, dead parents aside, I am Rosalie Hale! No one, and I mean no one, rejects Rosalie Hale!

I was pulled out of my reverie by another sharp tap on my door. "Please Rosalie" Esme pleaded, "we need to talk".

With a sigh I rolled of my bed and made my way down stairs to my awaiting, well I don't really know what they were to me. I guess I could call them my family, but in my mind they really weren't, not yet anyway. Apart from Jasper, I didn't really feel that bond. They were just the people I lived with.

I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen before approaching the lounge room to find everyone sitting on the couches, in kind of a loose circle. Alice was of course perched on Jaspers lap, and I rolled my eyes at the sight of them, before taking my seat on the arm of the nearest chair.

"Ah where all here," Carlisle began, authority in his tone, as if he were talking to a conference room full of businessmen. "We have a rather important issue to discuss." He went on, but then paused again, as if waiting for some sort of encouragement to continue.

"Just say it already, the suspense is killing me" Edward remarked, sarcasm thick in his tone. He may have gone on with this ridicule if it weren't for Alice throwing her shoe at him. I tried to mask the smile forming on my lips, I disliked them after all, but I'm sure my amusement didn't escape Jaspers notice, as he shot me an almost proud grin.

Carlisle cleared his throat loudly before continuing. "Well you see, Esme and I have thought hard about this, but we're not sure how you will react. Whether you will think it's too soon. We are very fortunate, we have a lot, and I thrive on sharing this with those who don't, so I would like to foster another child. We plan to visit the centre early next week."

The heavy silence was only broken by the shattering of glass, as my water crashed to the ground.