Sorry it took me awhile to update. My cat is home now and doing better. That is the good news. What took me so long is I was not sure how I want to write this chapter. I wanted to use around the same story as in Eclipse, but Stephenie Meyer wrote that story as Rosalie's way of telling Bella way not to become a vampire. I wanted to use the story as Rosalie way of letting Bella know she is not alone and if she every need someone to talk to, Bella can talk to her. Well, here we going, and I hope you like it.
As I walked into Rosalie's room, I was a little surprised. With this being Emmett room to, I did not think it would be so fancy and girlie. The room was very bright, with white walls and the window curtains a pale pink. The king size bed had a brass iron headboard and footboard. The comforter is the same pale pink. Over to the right was Emmett stuff. A big screen TV and a nice surround sound system, with many movies. Rosalie sat down on the bed and wait for me to sit down. I did not know what to do; I stood there for a few second, and then walked over to the bed. As I sat down, Rosalie looked at me as if she was trying to think of the right thing to say.
"Bella, has Edward told you why Carlisle changed me?" She asked and I was a little taking back. She wanted to talk to me about when she was changed"
"Um, he said it was like what almost happen to me in Port Angeles." Then it hit me, Rosalie was rape too. "I didn't think about that." I did not mean to say aloud.
"Yeah," she said when she knew that I understood. "Did Edward tell you who it was that raped me?" She asked. How can she said that word, it scared me to just think it. I shook me head no.
"No, just that you were attacked and Carlisle found you." I said as I hugged myself. When I realize what I was doing, I put my arms down and looked at my hands.
"Bella, do not feel bad about yourself. If you have to hug yourself, then do it. If it makes you feel safer, don't stop." Rosalie said as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her and I could see the hurt in her eyes. The hurt was not for her, but for me. Seeing that, the tears came once more. Rosalie took me in her arms and held me. She let me cry for a little while before she went on with her story. Still holding me, she began again.
"The person that raped me is the one person I should had been able to trust my life to. Royce King 2nd, my fiancé. I was walking home from my best friend's house, Vera. I should have called for my Dad to walk me home, but it was so short. I was a few streets from my house when I heard them. A cluster of men under a broken streetlamp, laughing too loud. Drunk. Then he called my name.
"'Rose!' he yelled, and the others laughed stupidly.
"I hadn't realized the drinks were so well dressed. It was Royse and some of his friends, sons of other rich men.
"'Here's my Rose!' Royce shouted, laughing with them, sounding just as stupid. 'You're late. We're cold; you've kept us waiting so long.'"
"I'd never seen him drink before. A toast, now and then, at a party. He'd told me he didn't like champagne. I hadn't realized that he preferred something much stronger.
"He had a new friend - the friend of a friend, come up from Atlanta.
"'What did I tell you, John,' Royce crowed, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. 'Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?'
"'It's hard to tell,' he drawled slowly. 'She's all covered up,'
"Suddenly, Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders - it was a gift from him- popping the brass buttons off. They scattered all over the street.
"'Show him what you look like, Rose!' He laughed again and then he tore my hat out of my hair. The pins wrenched my hair from the roots, and I cried out in pain. They seemed to enjoy that - the sound of my pain." Rosalie stopped and looked down at me. "I won't go on, you know what happens next. After that is when Carlisle found me. He tried to save my life, but there was only one thing he seen that he was able to do for me. I will save that story for another time." Rosalie said as I sat back up.
"How did you, you know handle it all?" I asked wiping my face.
"That is the story I want to save for another time. I did not have to go through what you are going through. When Carlisle changed me, it healed me of every pain. However, I did not forget and I wanted to make the men pay." Rosalie looked like she was somewhere else as she said that. It was a little scary. Then she looked back at me. "I think you might want to wait on that. It looks like I scared you.
"Bella, I just want you to know if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. Like I said, I did not have to go though what you are going though right now, but I do know how I felt when it was happening to me." Rosalie said as she pushed some of my hair behind my ear. I could tell she was trying her best to make me feel comfortable. I looked down at my hands. There was one thing I wanted to ask, but I did not know how.
"Rosalie, when that happened to you, did you feel like you wanted to be somewhere else? Like you did not want to be in your body?" I asked barely looking up at her.
"Yes, it is the minds way of trying to protect itself. Carlisle said that some rape victims do not remember what happen because the mind shuts down." Rosalie answered me.
"I think that is what I did. When I woke up the next morning, I could not remember what happen at first. After I saw the blood, it all came back to me." I said looking at my hands. "Then I did the stupidest thing every. I took a shower and buried my clothes and bed sheets. Now they don't have anything on the guy that . . . raped me." I said and it hurt just as bad as I thought it would. It also felt like it helped, being able to say what happen to me.
"Why did you bury the stuff?" Rosalie asked which surprised me. I looked at her and it took me a second to answer her.
"I don't know, I thought it would be away to help me forget, but it didn't." I said looking across the room.
"I know you want to forget. It is something that I have not forgotten either." Rosalie said looking out the window.
"But you said you did not go though the pain afterward." I said a little lost by her words.
"I didn't, but it is the moment in my life that changed everything for me. I sometime think that if I can forget that night, I might not hate my life now as much." Rosalie said looking down now herself. "I know it hurts Carlisle when I say things like that. I don't hate him for changing me; I just wished he would have let my die." Rosalie looked at me. "I do love my family, this is just not a life I would want anybody to have with out thinking about everything first." I know what she was getting at with that. I shook me head, letting her know that I was thinking about it all.
"Rose, thank you." I looked back at her.
"You are welcome. Are you alright?" She asked looking me straight in the eyes.
I smiled, "No, but I am getting there."
"You can come talk to me if you need to, ok." Rosalie said standing up.
I shook my head as I stood up to.
"Alice is standing outside my door. She can't wait to show you something." Rosalie said as she walked over to the door. I stood up and walked over to. As Rosalie opened it, there stood Alice with a big grin on her face. Oh no, what is she up to.
"Oh, Bella, it's not bad, I promise you." Alice said as she took my hand and led me down to the end of the third floor hallway to Edward's room. When Alice opened the door, I could not believe what I saw. They had rearranged the furniture in his room. His couch pushed to the north wall and the stereo shoved up against the shelves of CDs. All of this done to make room for a colossal bed that now took up most of the room. The coverlet was a dull gold, just lighter than the walls: the frame was black, made of intricately patterned wrought iron. Sculpted metal roses wound in vines up the tall posts and formed a bowery lattice overhead.
"Alice way did Edward do this?" I asked as I stepped into the room.
"He wanted you to feel more comfortable here. When he goes on longer hunting trips, Edward wants you to stay here so we can keep a better eye on you. He is not happy with Victoria out there looking for you. So, when he is gone, you and I will be having a sleep over." Alice said with a smile on her face.
"Jacob and his pack can look out for me to you know." I said, as I looked the bed over with a closer look.
"I am sure they will Bella, but I can't see them. And most of them are young wolves; you never know what will happen around them when they get mad." Alice said looking worried. She walked over to me and sat down on the bed. I sat down beside her.
"Alice I know all of you are looking out for me. I need time to work on this. I. . ." I did not know how to say what I wanted to say. "When I was being raped," I close my eyes. "I had no control of what was happening. You and Edward making decision for me will not help me." When I said that, I watched the hurt wash over Alice's face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it that way." Alice said looking away from me.
"Alice, I will stay the night some time, but let me say when. OK?" I asked hopping that Alice was not to hurt. She stopped moving for a second and than a big smile was on her face once more. "Oh no, what did you see.
"Just that you will stay the first night I ask you to." Alice said happy again. "Now, your nails look awful. Why don't we go take care of that?" Alice said as she took my hands and pulled me up off the bed.
"Alice." I whined as she pulled me out the door.
