DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters used in this story.
BETA: My dear friend LynetteCullen.
"I oughta… I oughta tie yo ass to a damn tree," Rose mused aloud, her drunken mind not wanting to leave Bella alone for her to concoct another revenge plan. She picked up a heavy rock and stumbled towards Bella.
She dropped it on Bella's head and enjoyed the loud scream of pain that her action rewarded her. "Ole ugly ass," she mumbled as she staggered back over to Bella's bag and continued to rifle through it. Rose found a list of websites that apparently held interface codes and other hacking paraphernalia. "Ok… ok bitch… we can both play that game," she muttered to herself.
She picked up the list and had turned to walk away, when she remembered the tape in the camera. 'Oh naw… hell, hell naw… that bitch ain't keepin that,' she thought as she snagged the tape and careened away from Bella, not before throwing her one last menacing look, or without getting her vodka.
She was half way home when she remembered that she didn't have a home anymore. She sat down on a bench at the bus stop, and put her drunken mind to work on where she could possibly go from here. She couldn't go to Alice, because Alice didn't even know that Rose had gotten put out, and Rose really didn't even want to tell Alice, because she knew that she would worry. "So that's a no go," she mumbled. She also couldn't go to her aunt's house because she was out of town, visiting some old high school friends.
"I know exactly… exactly where I'm gonna go," she said to herself as a devilish grin creeped across her face. She was going to out smart her own mother. She sprung up from the bench, instantly regretting the move as her head began to spin and she lost her balance and hit the ground with a loud thud.
She stood once more, this time less swiftly, and made sure her surroundings weren't swirling before she began the walk down the street to her former home.
Hoping that Esme hadn't changed the locks in a matter of hours, Rose slipped around back, only to find that Esme had done just that. "That… that bitch is fast," Rose grumbled, tugging her old key out of the new lock.
Searching for another alternative to enter the house, Rose remembered her faulty window. 'I hope… I hope, I don't break my… damn neck,' she said to herself as she made her way over to the large tree in the backyard.
She had climbed this tree a million times, but she had never tried it while intoxicated. She reached up and grabbed the lowest branch and pulled herself up on top of it, glad that she had done those pull-ups at band camp. Crawling over to hug the base of the tree, she slowly got to her feet and began the ascent to her former, and as far as she was concerned, still was, bedroom, branch by branch.
"I hope… I hope I don't bust my ass," she said aloud as she very slowly inched towards the cracked window of the room. Once there, she reached for the window, immediate remorse for her action as her knee slipped, causing her to lose her already unsteady balance, and fall out of the tree, ass first.
She landed with a thud, and gave a strangled cry when she felt her tailbone shatter (in all actuality, it wasn't shattered, but instead fractured). Pain spread through her entire lower half, her legs beginning to quiver.
'I literally busted…my damn ass,' she said to herself as the pain rippled her body. Her hope was that the pain would subside in the next few minutes so that she could move and lower the risk of her being found.
She laid there for about ten minutes, and when the pain didn't ease, she decided that, despite the throbbing ache, she was going to have to figure out what to do. 'I hope she didn't have it fixed,' Rose thought, remembering the loose piece of siding on the backside of the house. She had often hid things there that she didn't want Esme to find.
"OOOOHHHHH SHIT!" Rose exclaimed as a sharp pain shot from her tailbone to her mid-back when she rolled over on to her stomach in one swift motion. Now granted it hurt like hell, but Rose had figured that one sharp pain was better than the continuous ache from moving slowly.
Deciding once again that one bad pain was all she wanted to deal with, she got to her feet in one almost fluid motion, and had to fight back the automatic tears that rose to her eyes.
"Shit, shit, shit," Rose muttered as she took a step and the sharp, throbbing pain in her ass didn't stop, but instead became worse. She wanted to cry, but there wasn't a chance on the west side of blue hell (A/N) that she would let a tear fall.
Very slowly, and not without indescribable pain, she made her way over to the panel by the basement window. She slipped in underneath it and was hoping to land on the trunk that was usually under the window, but instead landed on the hard cement floor, once again, ass first.
"Ahhh," she groaned as she, for the second time that night, fought back tears. The pain was excruciating and she was pretty sure that she needed medical attention, so that they could prescribe her some pain killers. "Why me?" she asked the ceiling.
"Rose, what are you doing here?" she heard Carlisle ask in a confused voice. 'What am I doing here? Motherfucker what are YOU doing here?' she thought. Carlisle was supposed to be at work right now.
"I…I, Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?" was all that she could manage to stammer out.
"I only pretended to get that call earlier," he said matter of factly. "Your mother was in nagging mode after you left," he informed her as he stood from the recliner that he had been sitting in.
This only made Rose wonder how often Carlisle did this. And she honestly understood why he did it. Esme was a major pain in the ass, and she got on everyone's nerves. 'Hell, I don't blame him for wanting to get away from her,' she said to herself.
"You never answered my question," Carlisle brought Rose from her thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
Choosing honesty over a lie, Rose answered, "I didn't have anywhere else to go."
Hearing his little girl say this nearly broke his heart. He had been so angry with Esme for just putting Rose out without even telling him. He didn't even think that she should have put her out for something like that. She should have been upset that someone taped it, and should want to know why someone would do that.
"As long as this is my house, and I pay the bills, you'll always have somewhere to go," he told her, moving to stand beside her. "And get up off of the floor, it's filthy down there," she stated.
"I think I broke my tailbone," Rose confessed. "And when I move it hurts, really bad," she added.
Without another word, Carlisle bent down and picked her up with the care that only a doctor could possess. He laid her on a nearby table on her stomach, without causing her much more pain than she was already in.
He lifted her shirt to her mid back, a worried look crossing his face as he observed her red and swollen back. "It looks like it's definitely a fracture," he mumbled.
"What's the difference in a fracture and a broken bone?" Rose asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"There is none," Carlisle immediately answered, going over to the deep freezer to retrieve an ice pack for his daughter. "A fracture and a broken bone are both a break in the continuity of a bone," he explained, bringing the ice pack over to lie on Rose's lower back. "I don't know why people act as if there's a difference."
"You're gonna need some pain killers," Carlisle continued on. 'Thank God,' Rose said to herself. "Though a shot would work faster," he added on.
"I want some lortabs," Rose all but yelled, thinking of the many ways that those white pills could benefit her. "Please Carlisle," she affixed, realizing that she may have come off a little harsh.
"Alrighty then," he mumbled, walking over to a cabinet of medical supplies that Rose hadn't even known was there. He took out a bottle of what Rose deduced as lortabs, and moved to stand beside the table again. "Let's get you up to bed so that you can rest," he stated.
'Is he stupid?' Rose thought, but out loud said, "I got put out Carlisle, and I really don't want to hear Esme's mouth." She'd surely go off on a rant about how no one respected her authority, and that this was her house too.
"She's asleep, or at least I think she is, and you need to rest in bed, not on a hard table in a basement. Come on," he said, moving the ice pack and quickly turning her over and scooping her up in to his arms once more, trying not to cause Rose more pain.
"Ummm," Rose groaned at the moment of discomfort. Usually, she would have fought Carlisle more, but between the sharp, stabbing pain from fracturing her tailbone, and the want of the much needed pain killers that Carlisle was going to give her, she didn't argue.
Carlisle carried her up the stairs to her bedroom where he laid her on her stomach, before informing her that he was going to get her some water so that she could take her pill.
Rose could hear Carlisle's voice from downstairs, an almost pleading tone at first, and then an angry yell after a moment. She couldn't make out every word that he said, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was talking to Esme about her being there.
She wasn't surprised when she heard footsteps, too soft to be Carlisle's, and she wasn't surprised when Esme appeared in the doorway, her lips pressed together in a tight line, holding a glass of water in her hands. Rose expected her to leave the water and go, but instead she walked over and sat down at the foot of her bed.
They sat in silence for a long while, Rose staring at her head board, and Esme staring down at the floor. "Can I have my water?" the question came out a little more bitter than Rose wanted it to have. "My ass is throbbing," she added. She wanted to take her pill and go to sleep. 'I wonder if it will mix with the vodka?' asked herself, though she knew she was going to take it anyway.
"You really shouldn't use that kind of language when speaking to your mother," Esme stated. "It's not lady like," she amended after a moment. Esme wanted to leave, but for some reason, she just couldn't will herself to move.
"There's a reason I didn't want you to stay here Rosalie," Esme began after a long, awkward silence. She placed the glass of water on the floor by the bed before continuing. "I was mad at myself for the awful way you turned out, and I just didn't want to look at you," she finished.
'Is this bitch serious?' Rose asked herself. "Listen Esme, I'm tired of you saying that I turned out wrong because of my sexual orientation. Ignorant people like you are the reason that the world is how it is now," Rose stated. "You have a picture of how you think everything should look, and if something doesn't fit into that picture, then it's wrong," she continued.
Rose wanted to stop, but it was like a dam had burst, and she couldn't stop. "Well I'm not wrong, and I'm sure as hell not a mistake. If you don't like that, then you're just shit out of luck," Rose finished, turning over, ignoring the pain that went through her tailbone.
Esme stood from the bed, and walked over to the door. She wanted to turn around and tell Rosalie that it didn't matter. That she loved her anyway. She wanted to accept that her daughter was bisexual, but she couldn't bring herself to be okay with that.
Rose heard the door close, signaling that Esme had left. Usually, Rose would write a poem and she'd feel better, but she knew tonight that no poem would make her feel better. Only one person could make her feel better. Alice.
(A/N) : I just had to incorporate one of my favorite lines from one of the GREATEST wrestlers ever, The Rock who made his WWE return just a few weeks ago.
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