Rosalie
I woke up in a panic until I realized I was home. Home home. Not a cold apartment in New York a country away from my family here in Forks, Washington. Not in a bed next to a man that left me with nothing but bruises – both inside and out. A safe home; a home with my family. I was a little afraid that I dreamed the trip home.
Carefully I got out of bed – I was still a little sore, especially when first waking up. After a long shower I stood in front of the full length mirror. It was amazing how careful he was. Any part of the body typically exposed was as pure and clear; as if there was nothing wrong. However my upper arms, thighs, and stomach were dotted with fingerprint bruises. At least it was easy to hide them; I had to thank him for that. After dressing in jeans and a plain T-shirt I looked at myself again. As I said, it was as if the bruises didn't exist.
As I thought about what to do now hunger hit me. I don't know the last time I ate. So breakfast – or I guess lunch, now – was first on my list for today. As I walked down the hall to the stairs I glanced into dad's office. He must have gone to work. I went downstairs and headed to the kitchen. I could hear a noise and wondered if mom was cooking.
"Mom, do we…" I jumped at the sight of a hulk of a man going through the fridge. I turned to run but was stopped when I almost ran into mom.
She put her hand on my shoulder and looked at the man, "Emmett, you do know that you are welcome in other parts of the house, too."
"I'm sorry. Jasper and Alice went grocery shopping and I couldn't wait." He looked up as I turned around. "Oh, hi. Rosalie, right? Jasper's told me so much about you. How are you doing?"
How dare he ask me that question. I don't know him. What does he know? Why did Jasper tell him anything? I bit my lip to hold back my tears and stomped out of the kitchen back to my room.