AN: There is some religious stuff in this chapter. I'm a christian and that will show in this story, if you have a problem with that you don't have to read this story. I do not agree with what I put in this chapter; it's just what Rosalie thinks in this story.

Chapter 2

I went to my locker to put away my books and then started towards the cafeteria. I had only taken two steps when a small, but strong hand grabbed my wrist, causing me to flinch. Turning around, I saw the girl from English.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you; I'm Alice, by the way."

She seemed pretty cool; her style was great and she was very confident. That's a deadly combo; I could see us being great friends.

"Hi, you didn't scare me; I just don't like people touching me," I replied quickly.

"Well, okay; are you still eating with us?"

I nodded.

"Awesome. This way," she started heading to the doors that lead outside.

"What about the food?"

"Oh, we don't eat school food; now, come on."

I decided to just follow her; I was too hungry to argue. She led me to a picnic table with three guys, a girl, and a hell of a lot of food. Alice sat next to the other girl and I sat next to her, across from the guys.

"Okay, so let me introduce everyone," Alice offered. "Emmett," she pointed to the guy directly across from me; he was a bear of a man and very intimidating. "Jasper, my boyfriend," she pointed to the guy across from her; he had wavy blond hair. They were complete opposites, but they made a cute couple. "Edward," she pointed to the other guy; he looked a bit moody. "And last, but not least, Bella," she leaned back so I could see who she was talking about. Bella was wearing a Rolling Stones T-shirt. I gave her a small smile; that was one of my favorite bands.

"So, Rosalie," Bella started, "we were going to see a movie after school; do you want to come?"

"I can't; I have to fix my car. The idiot I hired to drive it here went off-roading, got it washed and tried to pretend like he didn't do anything wrong."

"What is it?" asked Emmett.

"A Lotus Evora."

Emmett, Jasper and Edward's mouths dropped open.

"What?"

"That's just a very nice car," Emmett answered.

I shrugged, "It's nice, I guess; I prefer my bike though. I didn't pick it out; it was a seventeenth birthday present. "

Emmett's eyes widened.

"How can you-"

"Emmett, you're hogging her," Alice cut him off; I'll have to thank her for that. "So, Rose, what would you like to eat? We have salads, fruit, cheese burgers, chili dogs, and chips."

"I'll have a chili dog and some chips. Thanks," I said quietly, as Emmett set a plate with a hot dog in front of me. He then proceeded to set out every topping you could even think of putting on a hot dog. At that moment, my stomach growled. Loudly. Of course everyone at the table heard it and stopped to look at me.

"All I had for breakfast was a pop-tart," I tried to look indifferent.

They all started laughing and I started putting toppings on my hot dog; chili, mustard, ketchup, cheese, onions, pickle relish, and jalapeños. It looked so good. I couldn't wait any longer; I bit off a huge mouthful and hummed in appreciation.

I was actually having fun with them; they told me stories about how Emmett always gets in trouble. Bella and I chatted about music; we like the same bands and can't stand Lady Gaga. Alice looked like I had killed her puppy when I said that, but got over it quickly. Alice asked about my outfit and made me promise to show her my closet sometime soon. Edward just stared at Bella; Jasper stared at Alice, and I think Emmett was still shocked about what I said about my car.

"Rosalie," Alice said.

"Yeah?"

"Since today is Friday, why don't we hang out tomorrow? Emmett and I aren't allowed to be in our house after eleven anyway."

"Sure, I'm usually up by nine, so come over whenever. Why aren't you allowed in your own house?"

"Our mom is having some friends over and we make too much of a mess," Emmett answered.

"No, you make too much of a mess, Emmett," Alice retorted.

Everyone laughed, even me. I could get used to this, but I knew it wouldn't last. After I finish fixing my car and have nothing to distract myself, all the memories will come flooding back. Lunch was over and I was sitting in the music room waiting for the teacher. Mrs. Casey walked in and told the class to continue their personal compositions; I walked up to her desk.

"Hi, you're Rosalie Hale right?" she asked.

"Yes"

"What instrument do you play?"

"Guitar."

"Okay, each semester every student writes their own song, since you started a little late I won't grade you as harshly, but I do expect a complete composition. For today you can just read or talk to the other students; remember to bring your guitar on Monday."

"All right," I walked to an empty chair and pulled out my book. My peace didn't last long; Mike was in this class and he and a chatty brunet came over.

"Hi Rosalie, this is Jessica."

"Hi," I replied unenthusiastically.

"OMG, I, like, love your outfit; where'd you get it? We should so, like, go shopping sometime."

Kill me now; she was worse than Mike.

"Sorry, I don't shop in stores," I was trying to be nice.

"You'll have fun; I know the cutest little boutique. It's only two hours away," she said way too fast.

She was going to make me be a bitch. I took a deep breath, looked up from my book and smirked.

"Sweetie," I said in a sweet voice, "you can't afford to shop with me. My jeans alone cost over three hundred dollars and they're not even a good pair," I finished with a dazzling smile.

She was horrified.

"You would be lucky to be my friend; I run this school and I can make your life hell," she growled out.

I looked to see where the teacher was; she had left the room. I stood up and walked closer to Jessica.

"Hun," I started, "my life is already hell. Oh, and guess what, your childish, small town antics are nothing compared to what I got and gave back in Miami. Do you really want to play with fire?" I finished, not expecting an answer.

"You better watch out, bitch," She said as she walked away. The effect was ruined when she tripped on a chair.

I heard snickering from my left and looked to find Edward sitting at the piano with an amused expression.

"I usually try not to be that mean, but I was just too fun," I told him with a smile.

"It's nice that someone has finally stood up to her," his smile dropped, "Were you serious about those jeans?"

"Yes."

He turned back to the piano, muttering something about girls and clothes. I smiled and went back to reading. The ball rang and I walked to the gym; the girls locker room smelled like the gym mixed with cheep perfume. Mrs. Redding came up to me carrying a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"You don't have to dress out today, but make sure you have sneakers on Monday," she handed me the outfit. Shit, it was short-sleeved.

"I get cold easily," I stated," would it be alright if I wore a light jacket over this?"

"That would be fine. Oh, and here's you locker number and combo," she hurried off.

I found my locker and put my outfit in it. Then Bella and Alice came in and we chatted while they changed.

"So, are you two sisters?" I asked.

"Yes," Alice answered. "Emmett and I are twins and Bella is almost a year older than us. Our mother wanted us to all be in the same grade, so she held Bella back a year."

"Oh, what about Edward and Jasper?"

"They're step-brothers," Bella answered.

We were sitting in the gym waiting for Mrs. Redding to clear out the locker rooms. When she finally emerged, the whole class got quiet.

"Your choices today are basketball or volleyball. Start your warm-ups and then divide into teams."

The class started to stretch and I went to sit on the bleachers. After finishing her stretches; Bella walked over to me.

"Hey, you want to walk with me?"

"Sure, but why aren't you doing what everyone else is?" I asked.

"It would be hazardous to my health and the heath of those around me," she answered, and tripped over air to prove her point.

"So, it's obvious that you have money; what do you parents do?" I asked.

"Well, my dad's a doctor and my mom's an architect, but we also come for very old money. Like centuries old. What about your parents?"

"My dad owns the largest Navy shipyard in the US and my mom is sleeping her way to the top of some major corporation," I stated simply. "Oh, and I'm pretty sure my dad has another family in Maine."

"Wow, why are your parents still married?"

"All they care about is what people think of them and getting a divorce would look bad. They are hardly ever around each other and there are times when I haven't seen either of them for over a year," I wasn't sure why I was telling her this. I usually don't tell anyone personal stuff.

"Oh, you're always welcome to come over to our house; our mom loves for us to have friends over."

"Thanks," I said robotically, not planning to take her up on that offer. If I let people get too close then I would get hurt.

The rest of the class went by quickly and I decided to explore the town a little more. There wasn't much to see but at least it killed some time; I really didn't want to go home, but I had to. When I got there, I went straight to my garage; it was about half a mile behind my house. My dad had it built so I would have somewhere to work on my cars. I always kept a tank top and a pair of old jeans in there so I wouldn't get grease on my clothes; that shit doesn't come out.

It took me about three hours to fix my car and then I just enjoyed the music while I tuned it. I only noticed the time when my stomach growled so loud that the neighbors could hear it. Locking up my garage, I went back to the house and ordered Chinese. It got there twenty minutes later and I sat down in front of the TV. There was nothing on so I ate quickly and went up to my bathroom.

Once I was there, I let the memories flow through my mind.

The cold hard floor under me…

I opened the cabinet under my sink and took out the razor.

His hot breath on my neck…

I put the razor to my wrist and pushed down.

His hands groping me…

I pulled the blade across my skin.

His drunken face full of amusement as I cowered away…

If I pushed down just a little harder, I could end it all. I would get the sweet relief that I crave so much, but what would happen after. Would I go to heaven or hell? I'm damaged; God wouldn't want me in heaven. I'm afraid to die because I know I'll go to hell and that scares me even more than him.

I watched the blood flow from my arm until it stopped and then went to bed.

AN: Sorry it took so long. I was having computer problems and then I went on vacation.