After over an hour of unpleasant storm weather, a camping family unzipped the zipper to their tent. It managed to last through the entire storm. He was satisfied with his purchase. The family –consisting of a father, wife, and son- stepped out of their temporary shelter. At the sight of the aftermath from the storm, the mother groaned in annoyance, "We just got here. You didn't think to check the weather before we left!"
"Well sorry if I was a little busy with packing the car," The father kicked garbage to the side in order to look over their destroyed possessions, "Let's scan the area to see what wasn't damaged."
"At least it isn't raining anymore," the young son beamed, looking up at his parents.
His dad's arm wrapped around his shoulders, "You're right. Let's check down by the lake to see if anything blew towards it."

The lake currently being a few feet from their campground held a few of their belongings. The father and son smiled gratefully as they began to pick up their property. The nine year old walked along the shore of the lake as he glanced at the possessions that were left by other people. His eyes smiled at the sight of a soaking wet wallet, and as he leaned forward to grab it, he noticed a figure floating a few feet from him. "Dad," the young boy shouted from the top of his lungs.

The father dropped all of the belongings he held. At the sound of their frantic son, his wife appeared next to him. The couple held eye contact before racing off towards their offspring. Before his father could question him on his loud outburst, they noticed the woman. The father kicked off his shoes before diving into the cold water, "Be careful!" His wife shouts in panic.

The older man swam as fast as the cold water and low currents allowed. He grabbed onto her outstretched hand, and pulled her in. She was unconscious. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her towards him, "Honey," he shouted, spitting water out of his mouth, "Call an ambulance!" He could see his wife nod, before taking off towards their campsite.

The father reached the rocky shore and struggled to pull the woman along with him. Swimming in the cold water against windy lake waters took a toll on his body. His weak state prevented him from pulling her out of the water.
"Austin!" He called for his son, "Help me!" The son followed his dad's orders, and grabbed the woman's arm. The two worked together and pulled the feeble woman onto damp land.
"Garrett we need to get her to the main road! The ambulance is on its way!" His wife reappeared, holding her cell against her ear.
The dirt and grime on her face made her completely unrecognizable. Garrett used some of the fabric from his wet shirt and wiped at her swelling face, "Kate…" Garrett whispered, continually wiping the muck off, "It's Rose." Kate glanced down at the seventeen year old.

Garrett rose to his feet and lifted the young woman with him. As he cautiously followed his wife and son through the forest –being careful not to re-injure the teenager- he took in her appearance. Her clothes are completely torn. The slash in her shirt revealed a disheveled black bra and a laceration that was in need of stitches. The rip in her cut off shorts gave a clear view of her underwear and the stained blood smudged against her legs. Garrett had to tear his eyes away. When he and Kate were teenagers, they used to baby sit her.

The desperate man glanced at her whitish face. A large gash was etched deep into her forehead, starting from the top of her hairline and ending at the tip of her ear. Her bottom lip held a few minor cuts. And her blonde hair was stained in red from a head wound most likely not visible to the regular eye.

Her body was limp in his arms, and it frightened him. Rosalie would occasionally watch Austin when he and Kate needed a date night. She was family to them. His bottom lip quivered, "Can you hear me Rosalie?" No sign of movement. "You don't have to say anything…just give me a sign." Nothing followed. Kate looked back in alarm. He adjusted his grip on her body, "She's cold Kate."
His wife shook uneasily, "Warm her up! We're almost there!"

Garrett flushed her body against his. His eyes took in the injuries that he could see. Her neck held bruises in the shape of a hand-print. Purple, black and blue discolorations were everywhere. From around both of her eyes, to her neck, and all the way down her legs, the bruising grew darker with each passing second.

Sirens could be heard growing near, and the sight of the main road appeared. Kate smiled in relief, "Over here!" She waved her arms in the air as they approached the side of the road. The ambulance screeched to a stop, and in seconds the back doors flew open, and out rushed two paramedics wheeling a gurney, "Is she conscious?"
"No," Garrett answered, gently setting her body down onto the gurney, "Call her parents Kate."
Kate nodded, as she pulled out her cell phone, "I'll call her mother, but should I really call her dad?"
"Of course!"
Kate nervously wiped her forehead, "Aro just got out of prison a few months ago. He's going to find who did this to her…and they'll send him back."
"I don't care," Garrett growled, as the paramedics checked her pupils, "Whoever did this to her deserves the wrath of Aro." Kate stepped away to make the separate phone calls.
"Is she going to be okay Jane?" Austin worriedly asked, biting down upon his lip.

Before they took her to the hospital, they needed to get her stabilized. At this rate, she wouldn't make it there alive. Jane checked her pulse, "Her pulse is going abnormally fast." She looked at her partner, "Alec how's her pupils?"
"Dilated," He answered concernedly, "She could be going into shock. We need to get her out of here right now."
"Lillian's on her way to the hospital," Kate announced, dialing Aro's number, "I'm calling her father now."
Garrett pulled out his car keys, "We'll follow behind you."

The ambulance doors shut, the sirens blared and the vehicle sped off down the wet road. Garrett followed after his wife as she ran to the car with Austin at her side. Kate buckled her seat belt, and made sure her son was settled, before allowing Garrett to speed off.
"What did he say?" Garrett looked at his wife briefly before focusing back onto the road.
Kate let out a weak laugh, "He was pissed with good right, but Garrett he's a ticking time bomb and I'm afraid at what he'll do if Rosalie doesn't make it."
He set his hand upon his wife's thigh, "She's going to pull through. And I know you're worried for Aro, but you're his cousin and he has brothers and you all will help him get through this."
"He and Lillian are going to be in the same room together Garrett, and since the divorce years ago, the two of them are constantly at each other's throats, especially when she remarried the mayor."

Garrett gave his wife's thigh a light squeeze before placing his hand back at the wheel. Luckily, no cars were out, especially since the wild storm has just passed minutes ago. Kate bit against her nails in apprehension, "Of all the girls, her?" The young mother rocked back and forth in her seat, "Of all the towns, this one? We don't have crime Garrett. That's not what we do here!"
"No place is completely crime free."
"We're damn near close to it though. We have petty crimes like shoplifting…not-"

Her argument was ended at the sight of the town's only hospital growing near. Her breath hitched as her husband illegally parked their car, and the small family hopped out. She spotted the familiar cars of Forks' residents, and instantly knew who was here. Garrett grabbed her hand in comfort, and escorted his wife and son inside. Once the doors shut behind them, they noticed the dismal friends and relatives of Rosalie facing them.
"We saw her," Lillian tried to cover her face, but her shaking hands would not allow it, "Who did that to her? Who did that to my baby?"
Garrett slowly shrugged his shoulders, "We don't know. We were out camping and found her floating in the lake."
"Someone just left her out there to die!" Aro fumed dejectedly. The inconsolable father turned to face his ex-wife, "You were supposed to be watching her! She was under your care, and you didn't do the one thing a mother is supposed to do; protect their children! This is your fault Lillian, where the hell was you while our daughter was getting attacked?"
"I was at work! I'm sorry if I can't watch her 24/7, but I am the head doctor at the veterinary hospital, so excuse me if my career keeps me a little busy!"
"I'm not surprised your career comes first," Aro shrugged, looking at his ex-wife in pure hatred, "I always knew something bad would happen as a result of your career coming first, and I just thought it was our divorce," he evilly smirked, "but that wasn't bad after all. It turns out, it was this! It was us ending up here in the hospital waiting on word about our daughter!"

Lillian shoved her ex-husband back, "You don't get to blame me! I was here the entire time! You were in prison for eight years, and you get out a year ago and decide to call the shots! That's not how it works! You don't get to act like the perfect parent when you were gone for eight years!"
"I kept in contact," he spat, angrily.
"Through phone calls, letters and once a week visits, but that does nothing in raising a child! She's 17, and now you're trying to make up for the time you lost with her. That doesn't work!" Lillian's face grew red as the volume of her voice grew louder, "You do not have the right to insinuate that I'm a bad parent when you were an absent one!"
"That's my kid back there," Aro pointed towards the ER doors, "That's my only child back there fighting for her life, and when she left me today; she said she was meeting up with you, but I received a text from her complaining because you said you were going to be running late! If you were on time," Aro's voice grew in rage, "If you were on time maybe all of this wouldn't have happened!"
"That's enough!" James hollered, interrupting his mom and Aro's bickering, "Rosalie is back there fighting for her life…and all you two do is argue! When she gets out of surgery, she doesn't need to hear this! I know you don't like each other right now, but try to…at least for Rose."

James must have just returned home from living on the army base. He wrapped up his last year as a soldier, and instead of coming home to a welcoming celebration, the poor guy arrived to find out his sister was brutally attacked. The twenty-four year old rose from the uncomfortable waiting chair and approached the receptionist desk, "Is there any word?"
"Sorry James," Victoria sadly pouted, "Once I know something, you'll be the first I tell."

Garrett scanned the waiting room and took in the other people. Besides the individuals here for themselves, he could easily pinpoint those here for Rose. Jasper, her best friend and neighbor was being comforted by his parents. Emmett, her boyfriend, didn't want to hear the comforting words of anyone. After seeing how Rose came in, he blocked out any conversation that didn't provide him answers to his girlfriend's state. Alice, her closest friend, sat in shock. Her eyes were wide and her hands shook against her sides. When Rosalie was wheeled in, she took a quick hold of her best friend's hand, but the limp body part felt lifeless…and Alice would never forget the feeling. Bella and Edward were consoling each other. Her head rested against his chest, and she could feel his loose tears occasionally fall onto the shoulder-sleeve of her blouse.

Caius and Marcus pulled their brother to the side, and tried their best to keep him calm and level-headed. When Rosalie comes out of this, he'll be one of the first people she would want to see.
"Garrett," Carlisle gloomily called out, sparking the attention of every person in the waiting room.

He was a doctor at the hospital, but he was off today. Carlisle came to the hospital with his wife and sons after finding out from Victoria that an ambulance was dispatched to pick up Rosalie. Garrett turned to face the doctor, "Yes?"
"We need answers at least on what's wrong with her. When you all found her, what condition was she in? Where were the bruises? The scratches? The bleeding? I can at least try and guess what happened to her."
Garrett looked over to Rosalie's inconsolable mother, "She was floating in the lake about ten miles from La Push beach. She had bruises everywhere. Hand prints on her neck. There was a cut," Garrett points to his forehead, "from here," he traces it to his ear, "to here. Uh, I don't want to say anymore."
"No," Lillian shook her head, rising to her feet, "I need to know something. They won't tell me anything!"
"Her clothes were torn…and," Garrett took a seat to calm his nerves. He felt his wife press her hand to his shoulder, "there was blood."
This pulled in Aro's attention, "Where?" he stepped away from his brothers.
Garrett didn't answer verbally. He simply pointed to the area, and at the realization, Aro stormed out of the hospital.

Lillian gathered herself and chased after her ex-husband. He may not be her biggest fan, but they had at least one thing in common; their love for their daughter. She could barely see through her tear-filled eyes, "Wait," she grabbed his arm, "Where are you going?"
"To find this sadistic bastard," he answered, struggling to keep his cool.
Her arms crossed, "And do what?"
Aro refused to answer, but she automatically knew what that meant. Lillian released his arm and released a loud cry, "Please Aro, we may not get along, but right now our daughter needs the both of us."
"…that's only if she survives this." Before he could continue his statement, her hand slapped across his face, "You don't get to just give up, especially on her! She needs you! Your family needs you! I need you."
"You need me," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Where's your husband, the mayor? Shouldn't he be here? Shouldn't your husband and step-son be here with you Lillian?"

Lillian's lip quivered as she wrapped her arms around her waist. When she got the call, she just came from performing leg surgery on a cat. Afterwards, she was supposed to be meeting her daughter at home to welcome James back. However, those plans quickly changed.
She stepped forward; "Aro-"
"Lillian," the grief-stricken mother looked up at the mention of her name. Standing a few feet behind Aro was her husband and step-son, "I just got your message," he glanced to the ex-convict and nodded, "Aro."
Aro's eyes glared, "Hello Royce Sr.," he greeted the mayor before turning towards the mayor's son, "Hello Royce."

-Tiffany.