AWoC ch8
A/n: First, I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter to you. Secondly, this is another 'random' POV chapter and I don't feel right leaving on hiatus without a B/E chapter. So, I will be posting ch9 tomorrow night just to leave ya'll on the track until January.
Much love and thanks to my team; A Jasper for Me, Eternally Edward's Girl, Grnidgirl and Cutestkidsmom. I love you all!
Now, let's get some new insight into this crazy dysfunctional family, shall we?
Rosalie POV
Over the last few weeks, I'd watched as Bella Swan and Edward Cullen kept up this little façade of being coy. They both pretended no one saw the looks between them or the simple gesture of a head nod in the hall or in a class.
But, I noticed. I noticed everything. I knew Emmett was dead set on making Bella his next conquest and Edward was drinking more than usual. However, I wouldn't tell anyone, nor would I point out what I knew to anyone either. It simply wasn't my place and I did not want to be dragged into their family drama. I had enough of my own.
I'd moved to this dreadful town at the age of seven when the state of Washington saw fit to remove me from my parents' home. Apparently, an alcoholic mother and a child molesting father weren't fit to raise a child, so I was sent to live with my grandmother. I was happy for the most part; I had a room where no one came in at night and hurt me. I had plenty of food to eat and someone that actually took care of me, or attempted to when I would let them.
I had instantly fallen head over heels for Emmett Cullen the first week of school after I moved here. He was a huge teddy bear, always smiling and making jokes. When I seemed scared or lonely, he would find some way to make me laugh. We were the best of friends in the first grade. But, something happened over the summer that year and when we went back to school for second grade, he had changed. Instead of making me laugh, he made jokes at my expense and they all laughed at me.
I had given up on things ever going back to how they had been that first year between us. He'd made me cry from the horrible things he'd said to me, he'd pushed me down and skinned my knees, he'd popped my bra and embarrassed me. These would all seem like things elementary school children go through. However, Emmett had been my best friend when I moved to town, my only friend. I'd told him about my mom and her drinking, and I'd also kinda told him about things my dad had done to me, too. He knew what my life had been like before I came here; I had trusted him.
Now, in our senior year of high school, I trusted no one. I had no close friends and I couldn't wait to graduate. I couldn't get out of Forks fast enough. I was moving to Los Angeles, going to UCLA and never, ever coming back here.
No one would miss me or even really notice I was gone, well, except for my grandmother. But, she could come visit me whenever she wanted to.
As much as I hated to admit it, I still loved Emmett.
I still longed for that sweet teddy bear of a boy I knew he was deep inside. The little boy that was vulnerable. The Emmett that had cried when his mom would have another 'baby accident' as he'd called it once when we were in our secret place having a talk.
Yes, he'd changed and become a royal asshole that used women to his I don't think I could ever let go of the 'first love' for him I carried deep within my heart.
It hurt when I watched him try to flirt with Bella Swan. I had cried myself to sleep that night when I heard he'd asked her to homecoming. Even though I knew she'd turned him down. I was prettier than she was and I loved him, even when he couldn't see it.
I knew he was going off to college to play football, hoping to get a scholarship at the University of Texas or Notre Dame. He had aspirations and knowing him, even as little as I did now, he would succeed at either place.
But, I've observed the breakdown in the Cullen family for the past ten years. I know the hurt and pain they all carry and it breaks my heart, for all of them.
They have a family; parents, siblings, love. But none of them see what they stand to lose.
I work part-time at the drugstore and I knew the amount and kinds of pills Esme Cullen was abusing. I knew she was unstable and extremely unhappy with her life.
I knew Dr. Cullen skated around with various women from the hospital, as I had seen him at the local hotel one night when I was walking home. I mean come on, we live in a town with less than four thousand people, its not easy to hide here.
But, I had my own issues to deal with and I didn't want to get wrapped up in their drama.
My mom had started to call me again, even after my grandmother had changed our phone number. She wanted me to know she was sober and to apologize to me. Irina Hale wanted to be a mother to me again. She wanted to be back in my life, and in her own words, 'let bygones be bygones.'
I had to laugh at that one, because she clearly had no grasp on reality if that's how she saw it. My dad had raped me, repeatedly, from the time I was five years old until I had been removed from my parents at age seven. My mother had always been drunk and passed out, so she never saw it, or I was lead to believe that. However, my therapist agrees with me that she probably drank more heavily because she knew what was happening to me and didn't know what to do to prevent it.
But I think she wants back into my life now simply because of money. On my eighteenth birthday, I'm set to inherit close to twenty-five million dollars from my dad's parents. I never knew them, but apparently when he went to prison, they disinherited him and set up a trust fund for me. So, as the sole heir to the Hale fortune, I stand to gain a lot.
And trust me, I know exactly whom I can and can't trust.
A/N: Well, does that shed a little more light on the subject or raise more questions?
See ya tomorrow,
Kyla
