A/N: Hey guys, thanks so much for returning to yet another one of my Jacob/Rosalie fics. This one is definitely my favorite so far. I've had a lot of fun developing the characters, so I hope you enjoy them. This story is pretty much almost complete so there shouldn't be delays in updates. This is a very out of character, out of setting, non-canon, human fic.
A few more things,
The disclaimer goes to Stephenie Meyer for her original characters and Simone Elkeles for some other ideas and details, such as making Jake half Mexican, giving him two brother, etc. This disclaimer is for the whole story, each and every chapter.
As there will be sexy times, I ask for mature audiences only please.
This story is beta'd by jkane180. Thank you, darling.
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Chapter One — Rosalie — The Future
I looked myself over in the mirror. My long, light brown hair was pulled back into a bun, my left eye and cheekbone turning purple, and my face still throbbing from the impact of Royce's fist—not to mention my sore ribs and back were making it hard for me to breathe.
I couldn't take the abuse anymore—and more importantly, I couldn't let my son be subjected to it. Royce didn't hit Aiden like he did me, but when Aiden got in the way—trying to defend me—his small body usually ended up flying across the room when Royce pushed him away.
Aiden had gotten hurt before due to the fact that I wasn't strong enough to keep him safe from his father, and I'd never forgive myself for it. But I wasn't going to let it happen again; I'd finally worked up the courage to go to Royce's father, Adam, for help.
I wasn't sure how he'd react to me wanting to leave with his grandson, but he'd helped me in the past, so I had to try. I didn't really have any other choice. Both my parents had died when I was fourteen—leaving me alone.
Thankfully, Adam knew a lot of people and arranged everything for me. He promised me Royce would never find out where we were. It had been a plan months in the making. Tonight was the night; I was so scared.
The knock on the bathroom door startled me, but I opened it anyway, knowing it was only Adam.
"The bags are in the car. I'm taking Aiden down now. You ready?"
I nodded and followed him to my baby's room. He was fast asleep and hopefully young enough to not have this affect him too badly.
Adam carried him down to the car, and I didn't even look back—partly because I was too busy being paranoid that Royce was going to show up and ruin everything. Adam assured me he'd be gone for the night, as he usually was on weekends.
The three of us pulled away and drove in silence to the airport. Adam had already helped me change mine and Aiden's last names and told me everything I needed to do when we arrived in California. Thankfully, Royce and I had never married, so we didn't have divorce papers to deal with also.
Adam had bought us an apartment and given me money to get started. He made me promise to go to college like I'd always wanted and told me he'd help me with money.
I wished I didn't have to accept, but I couldn't do that. I needed the help. Royce never wanted me to go to college or work—he didn't let me, so I had no experience in anything other than the couple of years of waitressing I'd done before I met him.
It was nice at first—meeting someone I thought wanted to look after me. And Royce did, even though he wasn't always the most stable or nicest person. I no longer had to struggle like I had been since I'd turned eighteen and gotten thrown onto the street with pretty much nothing. It wasn't until I got pregnant with Aiden that he actually got violent.
It had been going on for far too long though, and I couldn't live with myself like this anymore. Aiden and I had to go. I had to be strong enough to do this for us.
After Aiden and I were all checked in for the red-eye flight to Los Angeles, we walked to the gate, where Adam handed me my sleeping four year old son.
"You have the address?" he asked, swallowing.
I nodded, feeling my eyes sting with tears. "Yeah, I'll get a taxi when we land and go right there... Thank you for everything, really... I'm sorry for all the trouble."
He placed a hand on Aiden's back and the other on my cheek. "I always wanted a daughter—you've been one to me for awhile now, Rosie. I want to keep you and my grandson safe."
"I know, but you're doing so much," I sighed, feeling a tear run down my face. He'd been there for me and tried to protect me from Royce, but it never worked. He told me he wasn't sure what caused his son to be this way, and he was sorry I was the one subjected to it.
"I'm rich, Rosie, beyond the point where I could spend all my money in five lifetimes. Helping my daughter and grandson isn't doing any more than what's expected of me. I've failed you in the past, but not this time... You'll be safe."
I leaned into him as he pulled us in for a hug. He may have looked like an older version of Royce, but he was nothing like him.
"I love you," I told him.
He kissed my forehead then the back of Aiden's head and told me to go, pushing his hands into his pockets. We'd become close since I began dating his son, and I knew me leaving was as hard on him as it was on me.
I was twenty-seven and had to leave all that I knew behind, but it would be better than living in fear the rest of my life. I'd do my very best to create something good for my boy and me in California. We'd get tans and surf the waves, and eventually, we'd forget all about the bad times.
With hopeful thoughts of the future, I carried my son and walked through the airport gates.
Now close your eyes
Its' getting dark and the highway's clear
No sign of life from front to rear
It's just you my dear
On the ride home
We're going home
- Blue October