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Chapter 2: Possible Repetition?

I sat alone at a large fancy table in, skimming through the Ihop menu without any interest.

"May I take your order now, sir?" asked a soft voice. I looked up from the list of edible servings, and gazed at the young waitress. Her name was Angela, from where it says on the front of her navy apron. She was awkwardly thin and tall with a horrible posture. Her hair was light brown, and it was pulled back in a messy bun. Tendrils of left out strands framed her kind face. Her amiable honey eyes glimmered with nervousness behind her red rimmed glasses. She held a notepad and a black ballpoint pen, ready to mark down my order.

"When my sister gets here," I assured her, "I'll be ready."

"Okay." She smiled in understanding and walked away to tend other hungry customers.

I sighed in morose. Apparently she was appalled by my atrocious appearance, but was gentle enough to not make me feel uncomfortable. She seemed like a very nice girl. Quite shy, but other than that… nice. She didn't deserve to be scared like that. I'm so horrible.

I continued on skimming through the menu when I heard a chair squeak across from me.

"Hey, Jasper." My sister finally arrived. I put the menu down, and stared at my beautiful twin.

"Mornin' to you." I greeted her, watching her shrug off her beige trench coat and putting it over the back of her chair.

Once Rosalie made herself more comfy, Angela came back to our table with an extra menu.

"Thank you." She told the shy waitress, while taking the menu.

"Anyone want a drink first?" Angela asked, pulling out the pad and pen from out of the pouch of her apron.

"May I have a cup of coffee with milk, please?" Rose said, smiling sweetly.

"Sure." Angela told her, while scribbling down my sister's order. After she finished, she turned to me and asked if I wanted the same.

"Yes, but no milk." I responded. She nodded at me, and wrote down mine.

"I'll be back in a few." She ensured us, and left.

"So," I began to say, "remind me why we're here?"

Rose twitched in excitement and flipped her luscious gold locks behind her shoulders. She leaned forward and beckoned me to do the same.

I huffed in annoyance while leaning in too. Rose giggled as she raised her hand in front of her beautiful face. I stared at her hand and noticed a golden ban wrapped around her ring finger. On top of the ban, lay a small shiny diamond.

"He proposed!" She squealed through fits of giggles while blushing furiously. "He proposed to me yesterday." She was still giggling.

I sat back against my chair again, and glared at her. She abruptly stopped when she saw my expression.

"What's the matter?" She asked, her blush quickly disappearing from her cheeks. "Jazz, what's wrong?"

How could she be so daft? Is she willing to deal with another trauma?

"Jasper?"

I relaxed my face as I mentally cursed myself for what I have to say to her.

"Listen, Rose, this isn't the first engagement you've had..." I watched the happiness escape from her sapphire-blue eyes, as worry and sadness took its place in them. "Remember what happened?"

"Jazz, that's all in the past, please don't bring it up." She muttered, nervously twirling a strand of her hair between two fingers. She started to tremble a little in her seat, probably remembering the awful event.

"What if something goes wrong, Rose?" I spurred on. I don't want anyone else hurting my sister.

"It won't, Emmett's different." She says, nodding in self-assurance. "He won't ever hurt me, he promised."

He better have promised. I swear to God I'll kill him if he ever...

A year after my" accident", pop thought it would be better to live in Michigan. He says we needed some relief from all the drama that "she" inflicted on us.

We waited three months until my burns were healed so we could make the big move.

After we arrived in Chicago, Michigan, Rosalie instantly fell in love with our new home. She became so popular where ever she went. She always had luck meeting new people…well, they were mostly men. She thinks it had something to do with her alarming wit, but I told her it was because of her physical attraction. It was the truth. Rosalie was always beautiful from the day we were out of our mother's womb. Back in our high school years in Texas, she was constantly nominated the most popular girl, without trying to compete. She wasn't superficial as one would think. Rose never was a cheerleader, flirted with any of the guys, nor ever went out with any of them. She was all about fixing broken pipes and scrap metals.

So anyways…me, momma, and pops, were adjusting the new television set in the living room as Rose bustled through the front door making us all jump in fright.

"Good God, Rose!" exclaimed pop, clutching a hand over his heart. "Where's the fire?"

I scowled as he shot me an apologetic look, and then glanced back at his precious daughter.

"I think I found the "one"." She sighed, slumping down on a nearby couch.

Momma chuckled and sat next to Rosie.

"The "One" Rosie?" she said, tucking a lose strand of hair out of Rosalie's eyes. "You're a little too young to know it, don't you think?"

"Damn right you're too young!" barked pop, still recovering from the early scare. "Who is this son of a bitch?"

"Howard, language!" chastised momma, stroking Rosie's reddened cheeks.

"What I say? Apparently this boy didn't have my permission to date my little girl."

"I'm twenty, poppa," She corrected him, grinning foolishly, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

"You maybe a young woman, Rosie, but you're still my little pumpkin in my eyes." He told her in a harsh tone. "And that son of a bitch ain't gonna that away from me!"

"Howard!"

"What I say?"

Three days after hearing pop's immature rants, Rosalie finally introduced us to her prince.

And let me tell ya somethin'; I didn't like him one bit. Neither did pop.

Royce King II was his name, and he belonged to a wealthy family in the city. His father was a well known banker who recently passed on, leaving his dick of a son to take his place. He told us all this in a pompous manner. Pop stiffened beside me and momma at Royce's rude behavior.

Royce was tall but not taller than me. I'm only six foot tall, so he maybe somewhere at five eight or nine. His neatly combed hair was a pale yellow color, and his fair skin was slowly losing it's recent tan. There were hints of egotistic importance reflecting from his icy-blue eyes. What annoyed me most about him was how he carried himself. He was a vain little piece of shit. What does Rose see in this guy? I honestly questioned her taste in guys, but I never thought it was this low. Maybe she was superficial as she seemed. A girl with so much charms as her, would likely be enthralled by a rude, rich, and handsome hell of a man…like him.

"I saw how beautiful and lovely she was, so I gathered my courage and decided to finally get to know her better." Royce said. He has been telling his story on how he first laid on eyes on Rosalie. So it was all about beauty to him? How biased can this man be? My sister is so much more than the beauty that she is. She can do so much better. I just hope she does soon. I didn't like the way he looked, touched, or talked about her. Like she's some sort of a winning prize.

But unfortunately, Rose kept on going with this loser for the next two months, and told us the dreadful news.

Pop and I were opposed to it. Momma was too but she knew she'd lose Rose if she didn't accept her wishes.

"Royce confessed his undying love for me today!" She shrieked in delight, waving an enormous diamond ring under our mother's nose. "I'm getting married!"

"Rosie, but what your education first?" croaked our father. He looked like he was about to cry a river. He certainly wasn't ready to let his daughter go.

"Poppa, I will continue." She cooed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Royce is going to make sure I'll continue."

"I doubt it." I huffed. "He only wants a trophy wife."

That snide remark was meant to offend her, but Rosie gave me a sheepish grin and hugged me for dear life.

"You'll be my best man." She whispered through her sisterly hug. I tightened my hold on her, letting my tears fall as my forehead touched her shoulder. Like my father, I didn't want to let her go as well.

The day after her engagement, Rose said that she was going to meet up with her fiancé for a simple cup of coffee where they first met. She giggled at the fact that she used that courted word. Once she was out that door, she never came back.

"Where the hell is she?" asked pop, nervously pacing back and forth in front of the door where Rose last stood. "It doesn't take this long for a morning coffee!"

"I don't know, Howard." My mother chimed in, also worried sick. "She always calls us to let us know if she will be hours late. This isn't like her."

I had a bad feeling at the pit of my stomach. Something wasn't right.

The phone rang, making us all jump from our skins. Momma and I watched as my father gingerly picked it up and put it to his ear. My mouth went dry as I sensed a wave of nausea. Momma brought a hand to her forehead in worry, as we waited for pop to say something.

He hung up the phone in slow motion, and sunk to his knees. Bad news.

"The hospital called." Momma and I froze in horror at his words. "They found Rosalie."

Within seconds, we rushed to the hospital. We had a rough time getting there because pop's hands were shaking so badly as he drove.

A small pudgy nurse, led us to my sister in room "209". My heart almost gave out when I saw her. My God, what happened to her?

Momma let out a horrified gasp while pop fainted.

Rosalie was in a terrible condition.. She was badly bruised and bloody from head to toe. I couldn't recognize her face. It was almost as big as a ripe watermelon on a hot summer's day. Her big blue eyes, were now black pudgy slits. She was having a difficult time breathing through a bloody swollen nose. Her arms were black and blue at her sides with tiny crimson gashes. Her long blond hair was sprawled every where. Her legs also matched her bruised arms. The white summer dress she wore earlier was now tattered and stained. I noticed the bottom of the dress had a high tear that wasn't there before. I could almost see some red fluid oozing down from her inner thighs. Once she noticed us in the doorway, she weakly raised a hand and waved. The blasted ring was the only thing on her that wasn't damaged. I almost began to fume in anger. Royce had something to do to with this.

"Judas' Priest!" bellowed a masculine voice behind us. "Doris, she's not cleaned up yet for family to see! Get them out!"

The pudgy nurse gave me and my mother an apologetic look and ushered us out. Two strong custodian workers helped carried my father out.

"Here's your coffee with milk." I heard Angela say out of nowhere. I was so into my head that I didn't hear her coming.

"And here's your coffee." I thanked her as she placed a white mug in front of me.

"Are we ready to order?" She asked timidly, her pen ready.

"Yes, I'll have the stuffed French toast combo, please." ordered Rosie, who now stopped her recent fidgets. She looked more relaxed as she played with her open cell phone.

"With whip cream on top?" offered Angela, scribbling down the order.

"Yes, please."

"For you, sir?" she said, turning to me.

"I'll have the ham and egg melt." I responded. I picked up my mug and held it to my face. I felt relaxed too, when the delicious odor entered my nostrils.

"Okay. Your meals with arrive shortly." And she left again.

"Emmett will be here any minute!" squealed Rose, her thumbs dialing random buttons on her mobile.

"Mhm."Oh please. Like I care.

"HEY ROSE!"

Crap, he's here already. I took a huge gulp of my coffee, and ignored the burning pain on my tongue.

"My monkey man." Rose sighed dreamily, while looking straight ahead for her new fiancé.

I swore under my breath. I thought it was just me and her having breakfast together. Not him. Ugh. Why does he have to ruin this for me?

"What's up, my man?" He thumped me hard on the back, and sat next to my sister. The huge man smiled at me, and then at Rose. His smile widened even more, making his dimples more evident.

"Hey there, Rosie." He greeted her, planting a kiss on her red cheek. He lingered for some time as Rosalie playfully shoved him.

"Emmett, cut it out." She giggled while he continued on smothering her with more kisses. "We're not alone. Alice, why are you still standing?"

Alice? You mean he didn't come alone?

"Umm."

Who said that? Who ummed?

I looked up from my coffee and saw the small annoying girl staring nervously at me and then at Rose.

"Ali, sit down, sweetie!" urged Emmett pulling out an empty seat next to me. "You can't eat standing up. It's gums up the works, trust me."

"Ew." Rose told him. "I'm eating, Em."

"I know, Rosie, and you're doing a good job."

The midget sat down quietly as I glared at her. I couldn't wait to leave.


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