Author's Note: I'm so so sorry for the wait and I know it's not really excuse but I've had a hectic past few months. I've had some emotional trauma type things going on but now I'm kind of a bit better with the help of my good friend. But now that it's summer and all is well I finally finished another chapter so I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, thank you for those of you that have left reviews!

Dear Rosalie,

How are you? I know it's been a while since I've last wrote to you and I know there's no reasonable excuse for it. I miss you so much honey. I wish you I could see you but your father won't let me anywhere near you, says that I've already done enough damage. I didn't mean to, you know that right? I love you, I love you more than anything. I want you to know that and always remember that. Always remember that Rosalie Claire, always.

It's hard to believe how much you've grown. You aren't my little girl anymore. You're blooming into a beautiful young lady before my very eyes. Your grandma tells me that you started cheerleading last week. Do you like it so far? I'm still amazed that your father let you do it. He was never into that kind of stuff. However, I always was. It was so much fun just wait until your in high school it gets better. Hopefully by then I'll be able to see you. I hope your father gets a bit more reasonable then and will finally began to understand why I had to leave. You understand right? I wasn't mentally well, I was unstable. It wasn't safe for you, it wasn't safe for anyone. I did what I had to do to get better. I didn't leave because I didn't love you. That's not even close to the reason why. You were my whole world Rosie and you always will be. I'm not a bad person despite what your dad says.

I'm sorry to cut this letter short Rosie, I really am but the director is calling us all down for lunch. I'll get in trouble if I don't go so I'll just write a longer letter next time. I hope that after this letter you'll finally give me a response. It's ok if you don't but I will continue to write to you even if you aren't actually reading them. This is the only way I have to communicate with you so I'm not going to miss the opportunity. I love you honey. I'll write soon.

Love,

Mom


Rosalie's P.O.V

My dad hasn't said much to me since we left camp. As a matter of fact the only words he has said to me were to demand that I give him his last few cigarettes that he had sitting in the glove compartment. I understand that he's upset with me and he has every right to be but it doesn't stop it from hurting any. He's still my father, I'm still his daughter. The only thing that's changed is that I was bitten. I still have hours of my life left to live. Shouldn't he be trying to enjoy our final moments together?

I guess I should know better then to expect my father to show his feelings to anyone. He's never been that type of person, even when my mom was still around. He never wanted anyone to see him as a weak person and according to him feelings are what make you weak. I don't think he came up with that all on his own. I think it's some soft of conspiracy that my Uncle Merle put into his head when they were young and it just stuck in his head throughout all these years. However, my dad does have his moments where he shows some emotion. Well an emotion besides for anger.

So instead of letting my father make the mistake on missing his opportunity to show his feelings (for what would probably be the millionth time), I decided to speak up and say something about him ignoring me. Remind me later that this will probably be the stupidest thing that I've done. I mean, it's almost like jumping in front of a moving train. You'd have to be stupid to do it, right?

Apparently not.

"Are you just goin' to keep ignorin' me then?" I said snappishly, narrowing my eyes at him.

My dad just simply ignored the question, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"You can't just ignore me dad, I am still your daughter." I spoke louder, "Still livin' and breathin' just like you are" I waved my hand in front of his hand, finally forcing his attention towards me.

"I can't see the road with your hands in front of my face" He spoke lowly before turning his attention back towards the road.

"Is this seriously how you're goin' to act?" I asked in disbelief, "You're actin' like a child"

"I'm the one actin' like a child?" My dad scoffed, "Who was the one that refused to listen to what she was told, broke the one god damn rule that she had, to do what? Nothin' besides for gettin' bit."

"You act like gettin' bit was my intention," I frowned, "I made a mistake, somethin' everyone does. You should know, the outcome of your mistake is sittin' right next to you"

It took my dad a while to respond, in all honesty I don't think he really knew how to respond. By the time he had came up with one, all the vehicles were coming to a stop and I had gotten out of the truck before anything could come out of his mouth.

"What's goin' on?" I asked Rebecca.

"The hose on the RV finally gave out," She explained, "We can't go anywhere without it."

"So we're pretty much stuck here." I sighed.

"Unfortunately," Rebecca frowned, "By the way, what happened with your dad?"

"You heard that?"

"I think everyone did." Rebecca patted me on the shoulder.

I ignored her comment and simply decided to change the subject, "So how are we goin' to get this hose thing figured out? I mean we can't just stay here."

"I think Shane said there is a gas station not to far from here so he's supposed to be going to look."

"Shane is going to look and I'd really appreciate it if Rosalie would tag along with me." Shane spoke up, making the two of us jump.

Rebecca and I looked at each other, both of us sharing the same confused expressions. "Uh ok but let me go grab my-"

"Gun? I already grabbed it for you." Shane rudely interrupted, shoving my gun in my direction. "Now let's go."

Rebecca and I exchanged confused expressions again as I buckled the straps for my gun holster around my thigh. I gave her a quick hug before jogging to catch up with Shane, who was already standing next to his Jeep. I quickly pulled myself up into the vehicle, ignoring the pain that ignited in my side. Shane started up the Jeep before putting his foot on the gas, sending us down the road at a relatively fast pace.

"Why did you want me to come with you?" I spoke up, ending the awkward silence between the two of us.

"I needed someone quick." He said simply.

"Rebecca's just as quick as I am." I replied, still confused on why he wanted me to come with him.

"Rebecca's quick but you're quicker and you think with your head. You were my better choice if I wanted to come back alive." Shane explained. "Understand now?"

"Yeah, I do" I answered.

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride and this time I was very ok with it. I just didn't believe his reasoning on why he chose me to come with him. He could've done this job alone but he asked me to go with him. Why? Is it because of my bite? Oh my god, it probably is! He's probably taking me with him so he could kill me and say I was attacked by a group of walkers. This is insane,-

"We're here." Shane's voice pulled me away from my thoughts, bringing me back into the reality of the situation.

I didn't trust my voice so instead I looked at him and gave him a simple nod before climbing out of the vehicle. I walked towards the entrance of the gas station. I wrapped my hands around the door knob, letting out an irritated sigh when it didn't turn. I reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out my pocket knife.

"What are you doing?" Shane questioned.

"Picking the lock." I responded as I attempted to slide the thin blade between the door frame and the actual door. I slide it down a little ways, finding the lock. I started to wiggle the blade between the lock. Seconds later I was able to open to open the now unlocked door. I quickly slide my pocket knife back into my pocket and pulled out my gun. I walked in with my gun raised, scoping out my surroundings for signs of walkers. Thankfully, there were none.

I slide my gun back into its' holster but still kept my hand on it just in case an unexpected walker came out of nowhere. Shane and I instantly separated, each of us searching two opposite sides of the gas station. My eyes scanned over the rows of nearly empty shelves, letting out a sigh when I didn't find anything.

"Did you find anything?" Shane asked, peering over a shelf to look at me.

"No, but maybe they have some in the back." I suggested, "I'll go look."

I wandered farther into the abandoned gas station, once again pulling out my gun as I looked over my surroundings. I pushed open the door to what seemed to be an office and stepped inside. Papers were scattered everywhere, furniture knocked over and there was blood splattered on the back wall. Taking a deep breath I walked towards the back wall, peering over the desk.

Nothing was there.

But that's when I heard it; the groaning. I whirled around, raising my gun but within seconds the walker had swiped it from my hands, sending it to the ground. Raising my hands I shoved hard on its chest, sending it stumbling backwards. I reached into the waistband of my shorts, pulling out my knife before moving forward, throwing my weight against it. We went tumbling towards the ground but I was quick to recollect myself and drive the blade through it's eye socket.

"Rosalie what the hell-" Shane began but stopped once he saw the scene before him.

"Don't worry it's all good here." I pulled the knife out, looking up at Shane, "Did you find it?" I gestured towards the small box he had held in his hand.

"Yeah I did, now lets go." Shane urged, offering me his hand to help me up. I took it, allowing him to pull me up. We walked back through the main part of the gas station and then out of the entrance in complete silence.

"You didn't yell for help," Shane pointed out once we both climbed into the Jeep, "Why?"

"I didn't need it." I replied, "I could do it on my own."

"You thought you could do it on your own the other day and look what happened." Shane snapped in response, "Ask for help next time."

"What are you my dad?" I angrily snapped back, "It's none of your business what I do, it's my father's job to worry about that."

"And he's doing such a wonderful job." Shane mumbled. It only took me a few seconds to process what he had said before I swung, the back of my hand colliding with his cheek.

"Don't you dare criticize how my father raises me." I hissed, "And by the way, just because Rick came back and you're all butthurt that Lori doesn't want you anymore doesn't mean you can treat people like crap. Especially a fourteen year old girl"

Thankfully, we were stopped so I could grab the box containing the hose and climbed out of the vehicle. I walked at a fairly rapid pace towards Dale, handing him the box in a rather rough manner. I locked eyes with Rebecca, then Carl as I stomped inside the RV. I heard footsteps following behind me. I just assumed it was Rebecca wondering what was wrong but as I turned around I was surprised to see Carl standing behind me.

"What happened?" He asked, standing only inches before me.

"S-Shane just, I can't-" I began to rant but I was cut off and this time it wasn't by words. Instead, it was Carl's lips being pressed against my own. His hand rested on my lower back, pressing flat against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips continued to move against mine.

"Rosalie? Carl?" A familiar voice called, forcing Carl and I to break apart. Standing on my tip toes, I peered over Carl's shoulder to look at Rebecca, who was giving me a wide grin. "Well, sorry for interrupting but I figured you guys wanted to say goodbye to Jim."

"Um yeah, we'll be right out." I said quietly, my cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink.

"I-I didn't mean for that to happen," Carl stuttered, "You don't have to think-"

I was quick to cut him off, pressing my lips against his just like he had done minutes before, "I don't regret it Carl."

"I don't regret it at all."