So bare with me, this chapter is all about Rosalie's past but not all.

This is chapter 1, hope you enjoy it ;D

Rosalie's pov

My life had changed over the years; things that I thought I never could have become available: A loving husband, a set of parents that adored me, but sometimes could stand me. I was grateful and most of all I had the sibling that my human life couldn't afford me. There were times when I dreamed about my past, my human life. It was so different from this 21st century, there were so many expectations I was meant to uphold, and many rules I had broken along the way.

(Flashback)

I looked at myself in the mirror, there was no denying I was beautiful, the men proved it. I was 17 years old, and I had dreams, of finding the perfect husband who treated me right but within my high society class. Cathy, my mother loved to dress me up, even finding the guy of my dreams, but really hers. I wasn't sure if it was because she cared or she just wanted to pass along the burden of having me. On the other hand, there was my dad, Kevin, all he wanted was what was best for me and loved but he was a business man who travelled all the time, leaving me and my mother in a house for days on end.

I turned around glancing at Cathy; she didn't deserve even being called mother or the title. I looked deep into her eyes, her cold disappointing, and disgusted eyes.

"What do you want from me, mother," I added with thick disgust in my voice.

Cathy smiled knowingly, enjoying this moment. "I want you to give this child away,"

"What." I stuttered, I can't believe her I thought to myself, how can she even ask me of this?

"You couldn't even look after John, how are you planning to look after a baby." Cathy argued, her voice a little shaky. She had me there, she was right however I may hate to admit it, I failed John and I was responsible and should have kept him safe. His name was never uttered after his funeral, and now she wanted to bring it up.

"Really, Mother. Do you have to bring up John, what is that meant to prove, that he was the better son." I shouted back, fighting back the tears. As much as I loved my brother, I hated being compared to him, I was my own person when was she going to realise.

"As long as I have to, I loved him, he was my baby." She said, falling down on the floor in despair.

"I love him too, you know and don't think you are an angel who on earth leaves a 3 year old with a 7 year old." I questioned, my eyes leaking, tears running down my cheeks, remembering him always made me emotional.

"No, No, No. You evil, you make bad things happen."

"So it's my fault, that I got raped and have to live with that fact, and then you want me to give my baby away to some random stranger." I questioned, with shock. How can someone suggest something like that, wasn't that just heartless thing to do?

"Yes it is, and we all know what a little whore you are, wearing those clothes that making you pretty, who wouldn't be tempted?" She sneered, I have never realised the venom and strong dislike in her voice.

"Let me remind you something, you're the one who put me in those clothes, and I wouldn't be surprised if you planned my rape. You call yourself my mother; you are nothing but a mere stranger." I yelled, my body trembling.

"Ok, maybe I haven't loved you the same as I should have but I would never plan something as evil as rape." She said, a flash sincerity crossed her eyes for a moment and returned to the cold black eyes she kept for the past years.

"Do you want to know what he said to me? While he brutally raped me, 'everything happens for a reason' what am I meant to make of that. "I screamed, I would never have thought this would happen. I was hurting and Cathy was just making things worse.

"He means you deserved it, you whore." She sneered again, good lord I thought she was meant to be my mother, didn't she feel an ounce of sympathy for me, or anyone.

"You can't tell me what to do, I am having this child whether you like it or not." I said proudly, making my mind up. I wasn't going to destroy a child's life, my child. I was going to be a good mother, I had to be.

"I will kill you, before you even keep the baby," She said, her threat clear.

(End of flashback)

I looked up the sky, sitting on the porch and prayed silently for my baby, hoping. I love you Allie, I whispered quietly. A pool of tears started to form in my eyes, but they would never drop.

"What is the matter, Auntie Rosie," Nessie's voice came from behind, sitting on my lap.

"Auntie Rosie is just sad," I whispered, hugging her close.

Chapter 2 is just up, so check that out as well.

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