A/N I'm sooo sorry that I have not updated in the most longest time…. But there is soo much going on rite now and I'm surprise that I had time to write this. This is chapter three of Black and Blue!!

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I slowly walk up the stairs of the two story house. I still have time to turn around and jump back in the police car. What was I thinking saying I can go live with my aunt. She crazy and has here own problems. But no I had to turn the knob. It felt hot as I placed my hand upon it. I remembered what that lady said after she gave me the notebook.

If you need anything at all if something isn't working out I wrote down our number in your notebook. You can call whenever and well come get you as soon as you call.

"What happened to my….. Dad?"

"His locked up for good and for a long, long time sweetie" She sounded as if there was no way he could escape but nothing is for sure yet.

Can I believe what she said how I can call and they will be there? What if something happened and they lose the call or something? Calm down Rosalie you need to take one step at a time. Breathe. Maybe she isn't as crazy as she was when all that stuff happened back in the past.

I looked behind me as the car was still there. I could make out the outline of the copwho was driving and the lady whose name was Laura. She rolled down her window and gave me an assuring smile. "Go on!!"

I turned back around and pushed the door opened. Have you ever heard the quote when a door closes a window opens well that's what I'm feeling right now except the window is the size of a birdhouse and I'm a dog. I was pulled out of thought by the clicking of the door. I winced in pain as memories flood my mind.

"Oh… I didn't know you were coming today." I turned my head to look up the stairs were my aunt Carrie was putting her long, dangling ,black, earrings. "Umm…… hi I'm your aunt Carrie" Duh!!!

"Ya I remember you…" I'm voice barley as big as a whisper.

"Sweetie your room is up the stairs and is the third door on the right you can't miss it" Why aren't you showing me around the house??

"I'm sorry sweetie but I didn't know that you were coming tonight and already have plans. I'll be back in the morning though so I'll see when your getting ready for school sweetie" God damn I have a name and it's not sweetie. I placed a smile on my bruised face. "Oh don't worry about it. I'll find my around here soon. I already feel like family." my best quality acting…. Maybe I should see if there is a drama at forks high school. Hmmm maybe….

"Where's Katie??" I asked.

"She is at a party she'll be home in like 20 minutes, Okay well I'm going to go sweet o and there's two surprise on your bed" She walked out the door putting way to much sway in her ass.

"And my names not sweetie its ROSALIE!!!" I screamed. I heard my voice echo off the walls in the house. Tears ran down my face… alone in once again a big house. Can I take this pain can I go through this?? SHOULD I HAVE GONE THROUGH IT?? I picked my bag and walked up the stairs. I counted the doors on the right and I swore I thought I might have misheard what door she said it was until there was a note that said Rosalie on the door. I pulled the note off hoping that behind it was not red but sure enough it was red. The color of blood….. My blood. Did my dad plan this out to drive me crazy…. Slowly? Because I can feel it slowly touching my brain. I shook it off and opened my new home. I thought I went crazy everything red all different colors of red. I felt the tears swell up I wiped them away and placed my suitcase on the floor. I sat down beside it and unzipped it. My notebook was laying on top. I picked it up and threw it behind me. I put all my clothes into the dresser and in my closet then laid down. I grabbed the note out of my pocket planning to throw it away when I notice that there was writing inside of it.

-Rosalie

I hope you found your room just find. The surprises are on your bed I hope you like them. I spent a lot of money on them.

-Love your Aunt Carrie

I lifted myself up and sure enough there they were. One was a phone with a sticky note on it with my number and car keys. Great she loves me!!! Yay… not. I don't think she understands that… ugh never mind. What's the point I never knew what love is I might have when my mom was around but that was to long ago. I laid back down as the sharp pain ran through my body. Why did my mom have to leave and didn't see love me enough to take me with her? Because of her I had a life that was pure hell. How can I survive when no one loves me why did you have to go?? Why???

"WHY???!!!" I screamed. My wall it crumbled. Tears fell down my face over and over again. I ask the same question over and over again. Why….. why???? I cried myself to sleep like always. But this time I didn't have nightmare. It was weird it was like I was numb… dead

A/N I hope you guys liked it… I can't believe Michael Jackson died. R.I.P. Leave a review!!