Hi guys, I'm back! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I promise I will not give up on this story until it ends happily. How is everyone doing tonight? I hope y'all are doing well. This chapter is a little longer than normal, almost three thousand words! Oops... Well, I hope you guys enjoy the story! Also, thank you for the reviews! They mean a lot to me. (:

Before, I let you free to read! Here is some information to help you understand this chapter a bit better.

It's been five years, which means Rosalie is now twenty-six and cute, little Zachary is eight years old!

The house I have described in this chapter is the same as the Cullen house in Twilight.

If you are questioning why Rosalie and Zachary move a lot, it will be explained in the next chapter.

Also, I do not own the any of the characters (except for Zachary) in Twilight, and I also do not own Twilight.

Enjoy!

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"Mommy! I need to go to the bathroom." Zachary stated for the fifth time in two minutes. I couldn't help but smile at how silly my little boy was being.

"Zac, can you wait at least fifteen more minutes or is this an emergency?" I asked, glancing back and meeting his wide, violet eyes. I watched as he bit his bottom lip, trying to decide whether he could wait or not. He began to squirm in his seat, and I knew he couldn't hold it any longer.

"I'm pulling over, Zachary." I put my blinker on as I pulled to the side of the road. A giggle escapes my lips as Zachary bounces anxiously, waiting to get out of the car.

As soon as the car is in park, Zac flings the door of my red Mercedes Convertible open. I burst out laughing at the sight. My sides begin to ache, and tears are stinging my eyes.

"Mom, stop laughing at me. I've never gone to the bathroom on the side of the road before, I need help." I hear my son's voice float in from outside. I calm myself down enough to open my door, making sure no cars are flying past us.

I walk around to the other side, and lean over to give Zachary a kiss on his forehead. He smiles up at me, before squirming where he stands.

I open the front passenger door and pull the backseat door wide open. I wave to Zac, motioning for him to come closer. I place my hands on his shoulders and place him between the two doors.

"Okay, Zac. You are going to do your business between these two doors, facing away from mommy's car. I'll be waiting for you to finish at the front of the car. Stay between the doors, okay?" He nodded and turned away from my vehicle. I began walking forward and sat down on the hood.

I watched the cars zoom past, and couldn't help but notice the royal red 1970 Dodge Challenger. The same car Royce drove, that he died in.

I held my breath as memories flashed in my mind. My head being smashed into refrigerator. His foot kicking my ribs, cracking two in the process. Royce's fist connecting with my face. Two hands wrapping around my throat and tightening.

"Mommy? What's wrong?" I heard Zac say, as I felt his hand gently touch mine. I looked at him, noticing how blurry my vision was from the tears. I didn't even know I was crying.

I reached up and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I shook my head, willing my thoughts to go away. I could deal with my inner demons later.

"Nothing, baby. Come on, let's get back on the road. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Alice are waiting for us." I said, ushering him back into the car. Once we were both settled inside, I pulled back out on the road and continued to Forks, Washington.

"Are Uncle Eddie and Aunt Bella gonna be there too?" He asked, and I smiled at the fact that he considered them family.

After Royce died, Zachary became unsocial. He didn't talk as much for at least a year, and his teachers were growing concerned. He would only talk to me, and even then he would say a few words.

I knew his father's death was hard on him, and it killed me to know he was growing up without a father figure. I just wanted Zac to have a normal life, to grow up and become whatever it was he desired to be.

"They'll be there too, Zac." I answered him, as we passed the "Welcome to Forks" sign. I glanced around, taking in the surroundings of the dull, small town. The sky was gray, and cloudy like it was going to rain anytime now.

I waved as I passed Mike Newton and his heavily pregnant wife Jessica. I remember when he hit on me two years ago in front of her. Was that at Jasper's birthday party?

I kept driving until I saw the edge of the woods and turned onto a small dirt road. The trees multiplied as Zachary and I drove further in.

When I spotted the house, I had to admire the beauty of it every time. The large glass windows, and the beautiful timber together was just gorgeous. Alice got a real steal when she bought this place.

I pulled in the driveway, and stepped out of the car. Zachary hopped out of the car and sprinted to the door, knocking rapidly. A few seconds later, it swung open.

"Auntie Ali!" Zac squealed. I grinned as Alice scooped Zachary into her arms and swung him around.

"Zac! Don't you ever leave me for that long ever again. I missed you so much." She cooed, as she planted kisses on his cheeks. Even though Alice was only four feet and ten inches, she was strong.

She set Zachary down and danced over to me, pulling me into a tight hug. Her black, pixie cut hair didn't even reach my chin. I wrapped my arms around her tiny form, squeezing her back gently.

She pulled away and looked at me, her big green eyes shining with excitement and joy. Her tiny pink lips were pulled into a lopsided grin.

"I missed you, Rose." She whispered, taking my hand and leading into the house. I glanced back at my car, Zachary and my bags were still in the trunk.

"Um, Alice. I missed you too, but our bags are still in the car." I said, with a small chuckle. She released my hand and shooed me to the trunk.

"Jasper, sweetie. Will you come help your sister with her and Zac's bags while I finish stirring the sauce?" She called out. She winked at me, before skipping through the door.

I popped open my trunk and began pulling out bags. I wasn't sure how long we would stay in Forks this time. I heard footsteps on the loose gravel and tensed up.

"It's Jasper, Rose. Relax, I'm just helping you move your stuff into the house." I heard my brother say. My shoulders relaxed, but my mind was still racing with the possibilities of protecting myself.

I felt a warm hand touch my elbow and instantly looked to my right. I saw Jasper watching me intently, countering my next move. I let my guard down.

"You're safe, Rosalie. There is no one trying to hurt you. Calm down." I repeated in my head.

I gave him a small smile. He eyed me, but smiled back.

"Sorry, Jasper. It's been a long day." I mumbled, setting a blue suitcase on the ground.

"It's okay. But you're here now and just have to get through Alice's 'Welcome Home, Rose' party and then you can go to bed." Jasper mused, pulling out a black duffel bag and throwing it on my shoulder.

"Party? She told me it was just a family dinner." I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him. He held his hands up in defense.

"Hey, now. It wasn't my idea. My wife planned the entire thing." Jasper laughed. I rolled my eyes, he would do anything to avoid my wrath.

"Come on. Let's get your bags inside before it starts to rain." He said, as he walked to the door. He was carrying two duffel bags, and hauling two suitcases with a bag balanced carefully on top.

I followed behind him, with three suit cases following behind me and my purse slung over my shoulder.

"Mommy, you have to come see my room! My bed is up higher than last time." Zachary demanded, as soon as I walked through the enterance.

I smiled at him and nodded. I left my bags at the bottom of the staircase, and followed him up the wooden stairs. He pushed open a white door, directly next to the stairs and bounced inside.

As I walked in, I noticed the bed was bolted about four feet off the ground with a steel ladder bolted to the end of it. The covers were a dark blue and neatly folded. His walls were a pure white, stacked up against one wall was a paint set. Alice loved to let Zac paint on his own walls, to let his imagination run free.

Zachary was looking up at me with patient eyes.

"Well, Zac. Those walls aren't going to paint themselves!" I teased, ruffling his pale blond hair. He flashed me a big, toothy smile before running over to start painting.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me, honey." I said as I left his new room. I went downstairs and noticed my bags were gone. I glanced around, trying to spot one of them.

"I took them upstairs to your room. I can't have a lovely lady, especially my sister, carrying such heavy objects up a flight of stairs." I heard Jasper joke.

I turned around and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around me, hugging me back just as tightly.

"Welcome back, Rose." Jasper mumbled into the top of my head. I pulled away, looking up at him. I reached up and traced a small, white scar on his jaw.

I felt my eyes well up with tears, remembering the story he told me of how he got it.

~Flashback~

I had just woken up, with a major headache. I looked at my surroundings, when I realized I was at Jasper's house on his couch. I shot up, immediately regretting the decision. My head throbbed and I let out a small groan.

I let my feet touch the wooden floor and hissed at the coolness. I slowly got up and shuffled to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I glanced at the mirror, taking in my disheveled appearance.

My golden blonde hair was in knots and needed to be washed. My blue, almost violet eyes were bloodshot. And my clothes were covered in dirt and grass stains. But what stuck out to me most was the blood smeared along my neck.

I gently touched it and looked at my finger. The blood was dry. I observed my body, trying to find the source of blood. I had no cuts, I was perfectly fine. Thank goodness. I began pulling off my clothes, slowly.

I turned on the shower, not bothering changing the temperature. The cold water hit my bare skin and I cringed. Goosebumps appeared over my body. I scrubbed the blood and dirt off of me, before turning off the water and stepping out. As I wrapped a towel around myself, I heard footsteps and I froze.

I held my breath, silently praying the footsteps would pass by. I heard a knock on the door and I remained silent.

"Rosalie, it's Alice. Everything's okay, but Jasper wants to see you. Get dressed, please. He's in his office." She murmured softly. I felt my body relax and whispered a thank you to her.

I heard her footsteps disappear after a moment and began to redress myself. I opened the door and walked to Jasper's office.

His door was open and I could see the top of his curly, blond hair resting against the chair, as his back remained turned away from me. I glanced around his office, noticing his book collection had grown a lot. His desk was neat, not a paper out-of-order. That was probably Alice's doing, she wanted everything to be perfect.

I gave the door a single knock, as I walked in. Jasper still didn't turn towards me as I neared his desk. Maybe he was sleeping?

"Jasper, you wanted to see me?" I asked, loud enough for him to hear me. His head lifted off the chair, the leather still held the imprint of the pressure.

"Rosalie, it's been a month since he passed away." He stated. Jasper still didn't turn. But his words were enough to make me freeze.

I do not need to have this conversation right now.

"I don't want to talk about this, Jasper." I whispered, hugging myself tightly. He finally turned around in his chair, causing me to gasp.

Jasper had several cuts along his face and a few I could see on his neck. There was one on his jaw that looked deep enough to need stitches.

"W-What happened to you, Jasper?" I asked, stuttering. I walked towards him, wanting a better look.

Jasper continued to stare at me. His ocean blue eyes cutting right through me. His jaw clenched and I knew he was upset.

"Do you not remember anything from last night?" He questioned, through clenched teeth. I flinched at his tone.

All I could remember was dropping Zachary off at his house and then going to a bar and ordering a shot of whiskey. The rest was blank.

"You called me around three in the morning, asking to come pick you up from Tony's bar. When I got there, you were surrounded by men. They were looking at you like you were a piece of meat, Rose," He ran his fingers through his hair. "It was disgusting. So I walked over there and pushed my way over to you. You were pretty out of it, any of those men could have easily taken advantage of you."

My breath caught in my throat at the last sentence. My body began to shake.

"One guy had a problem with me, trying to get you to a safe place. He shoved me on the floor which was covered in shards of broken glass. He then began kicking me in my stomach. Nothing is broken, but I'm going to need stitches for some of these cuts." Jasper sighed, and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he looked at me. And I looked back at him.

"I need you to get a hold of yourself, Rosalie. You have a little boy to take care of and you can't be running around, getting wasted all the time. Zac needs his mother. He needs you, Rose." I watched his eyes soften at the mention of Zachary.

I knew Jasper was right. Zachary needed me more than ever right now. I was being selfish.

Royce was gone. I needed to stop living in the past. I needed to move on.

~End of Flashback~

"I'm so sorry, Jasper. I'm sorry you had to suffer because of my mistakes." I breathed. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and bent down to be eye level with me.

"It wasn't your fault, Rose. That was five years ago. I should have tried harder to stop you from marrying that bastard." He growled, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead."Let's forget about it. This night is about reuniting. Go upstairs and get dressed for your party."

I smiled up at him, and wiped my eyes with my hands. He gave me his signature lopsided smile.

"I'm glad you are my brother, Jasper." I say, as I turn to walk upstairs. "Even though you are a pain sometimes."

I hear him chuckle behind me.

I get to my room, the walls are an off white, with a dark brown dresser pressed against the west wall. Above the dresser, is a rectangular mirror with a dark brown, almost black trimming.

I glance at the bed, the covers are a dark red and are thick with matching pillows. A small nightstand stood beside it with a black alarm clock sitting on top. My suitcases and bags were neatly stacked next to the walk in closet that was the size of room.

I stepped over to the closet, and glanced inside. There were still clothes on the hangers from last time I stayed there.

"Do you mind that we changed the room up a bit?" I heard Alice ask from behind me. I turned to her, making sure my face looked angry.

Her eyes widened in fear, and she began to spit out, "Rose, I'm so sorry. I just thought you would want a fresh start since you've stayed here three times already. I can get everything back to the way it was in a week, I promise. You can have another guest room until everything is normal again. I am-"

My laughing cut her off, and I watched as the situation dawned on her. Her eyes narrowed and her small, pink lips puckered.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale, that was a nasty joke. I can not believe you would do such a horrendous thing to your best friend!" She pouted, crossing her arms. My laugh turned into girlish giggles. Her pout slowly melted into a grin, as she opened her arms to hug me again.

I stepped into her arms, and hugged her tightly to me. She began to shift in my arms, and I realized that she probably came up her for another reason.

"Alice," I asked, as I pulled away, "Is there anything else I can help you with?" I eyed her, suspiciously. She probably wanted to dress me up for the party.

She squealed and danced into the closet. I groaned as she came back out with a ruby-red, knee-length dress. It was gorgeous, but that type of dress would get me unnecessary attention.

I shivered at the thought of men following me with their eyes. Alice's eyes softened a bit, but still had that mischievous sparkle. I rolled my eyes, and gave her a small smile and took the dress from her small hands.

She shot me a loving smile and skipped out of the room, probably to get herself ready. I shook my head, the small smile still on my lips. Alice always gets what she wants.

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Guess who is going to be coming in the next chapter! Are you excited? Because I certainly am. Hahaha, I love writing Alice and Rosalie together! They are so much fun together! Well, I hoped you guys enjoyed the newest chapter. I will try to update sooner, I promise! (: If you guys have any concerns, questions, or advice, please feel free to review. I love you guys! Stay safe!