Rosalie still harbored feelings towards Bella but she didn't feel they were as bad as they had been a week before, she was thankful that Carlisle hadn't gone and sent the family after her, she had doubted that was going to help.
She just wished that they would understand her resentment towards Bella, she was human, she could age and she could have a family that Rosalie had always wanted. Rosalie didn't resent Carlisle for turning her into a vampire, he was only trying to protect her and give her a 'second chance' at life, as Edward so astutely put it.
Most days were good, and Rosalie had fun with her new family, but other days were hard and merely merged with others, those days felt continuous and mediocre. Why couldn't anyone understand where she was coming from, Carlisle had made no attempt to covet her like he did for Bella, the silly human had simply walked in and everyone went loopy over her, Rosalie couldn't stand it and she couldn't stand her. But she knew that the family was waiting for her to return home and she had no choice, she couldn't spend the rest of her time in the forest.
Carlisle's Point of View
I forgot how many hours I had spent leaning against the window waiting for a glimpse of blond, when was my darling coming home.
Esme was despondent and nothing would fix that, she moped around the house, refusing to hunt and calling for her Rose. The rest of the family wasn't much better even Edward who was normally at war with Rosalie.
A rustle caught his attention and he once more scanned the forest for the appearance of his daughter, he was about to turn away when she appeared staring up at him, and she motioned for him to come.
Rosalie's Point of View
As I walked up to the house I saw him standing guard over the forest, I knew it was now or never so I walked forward so that he could see me and beckoned for him to join me, I wasn't ready to face my family but I was fairly sure I could face him.
He followed me as I backed further into the tree's, I couldn't look him in the eye, guilt for what I had said to him last time I saw him, rocked me to the core. I was surprised he had wanted to come; if I was him I wouldn't of.
"Carlisle I.. I want to ..I"
Somehow the words couldn't form, I could see he was waiting and giving me the time to form my words, but I just couldn't.
He moved forward and said softly. "You can tell me anything honey, please"
"DON'T SAY THAT, IM NOT YOUR HONEY"
I mentally swore at myself, I was just making things worse, so much for being ready, I made myself look at Carlisle and instantly wished I hadn't, his face was crestfallen and he looked distraught.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie, it won't happen again"
Carlisle's Point of View
I was trying so hard not upset her, but we didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I knew that I had to tread carefully, if I was to brash then she would shut down, not wanting to share her feelings. If I was to gentle than she would think I was treating her like a child and that would only infuriate her further. I had to get the balance just right if she was going to come home.
"We miss you at home"
"Ok" she looked down at her hands, I couldn't tell how she was feeling, she had learned to hide her emotions so well.
"Why did you want me to come Rose?"
She looked up at that, she looked apprehensive, I could see she wanted to tell me, but she was finding it hard.
"I want to come home Carlisle.. but not before you listen to my side of the story".
