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A/N: I know I have left you for what seems like forever, but this pesky thing called real life has impeded on my time with Rose and Emmett, don't worry, Rose has tried to do damage to my hair for leaving her in this limbo.

Special mentions to all the lovely people reading, you know who you are and that certain someone who is waiting to see just how I can spin this all, hope it meets your expectations. Your comments were more than welcome.

Therapy

Rosalie POV

Daddy made it all good again. Daddy made it all good again. Well almost all of it I thought as I spied our house. It was the only thing I could think. The human hadn't died, he would live, I didn't drink him to the point of no return but Carlisle did have to modify his injuries some to make the story believable to the hospital. The evidence remained though of my greatest shame as it was if I could feel the redness of my eyes. I'm sure Carlisle would also say it was only my imagination that all I could see was now tainted with a tinge of red coloring.

I didn't know what was worse to me, what had occurred inside the sacred walls of our sanctuary and home, or what had occurred in the openness of an unfamiliar city. It seemed a toss up right now. Carlisle kept his arm around me as we entered the front door. My eyes stayed downcast as I could sense my whole family awaiting our arrival, even Lily had made her way to the living room. At my entrance booming steps began the descent on the stairs and I know he stopped before taking that last step. I took an unnecessary breath and prepared to look up when I heard Edward's small gasp and the faint word No at his disbelief from the constant enactment in my mind.

My eyes met everyone else's finally and a collectively larger gasp could be heard. Esme shook as she began her dry sobs at finally taking in my no longer amber colored irises. My gaze finally turned to the man on the stairs and the look of shock on his face was no surprise to me.

"Oh Rosie, no." Emmett moved to hold me in his arms and I instinctively moved further away from him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" My scream and the residual fear surprised even me as complete hurt settled on his handsome features. I had to tell myself that it wasn't about his feelings right now, in time I would deal with that but right now I knew I didn't want him touching me. Lily wrapped her arms tightly around her legs. "I'm so— Just don't try to touch me ok?" I spoke in a softer tone and could see the ghost of absent tears in his eyes as he just nodded silently.

Carlisle addressed the family. "Everyone as you were, Rose, Emmett, Lily and I are going to discuss some things." They were hesitant to leave us, I understood, we had no secrets, family matters were handled together, but this was one time we needed to make an exception, it wasn't as if they wouldn't still hear everything, I could deal with that, but I knew I couldn't deal with if they were all in the same room.

We stayed in the living room, Carlisle in the middle of our make shift triangle, all three of us trying to hear him equally, but also wanting to maintain complete distance from each other. Carlisle seemed to also take a bracing breathe before he started. "I have been told the escapades of you three over the last week and don't need to tell you how disappointed I am in you all, you've acted like children and I expected more from each of you, however, some very serious things have happened, and they are not to be taken lightly, this is not something we can just brush off. I imagine you are all feeling some very strong emotions therefore we are all going to be having many discussions over the next days. Lily, please head to my office, I'd like to speak to you first." He continued once she had left. "Rose, I would like you to go to your room now and get your things while Emmett and I stay here, you will be moving into the guest room on third floor."

I made my ways upstairs to complete silence; no one dared say anything right now. Lily was crying softly in Carlisle's office as I passed.

Emmett POV

I couldn't help but stare at her when she walked into the house, my heart had constricted too much in her absence in worry of her, but nothing prepared me for the red eyes. I looked at Carlisle wary now that it was just the two of us in the living room. "So you're putting us all through therapy huh." It was a statement more than a question.

"Yes, or something like it, in seeing you all and hearing what transpired, it seems to me there was a large lack of communication and that needs to be fixed. I will speak to you each separately and when I think you are ready, I will have you face to face. Right now you need to stay away from Rose." I nodded; I saw the fear in my angel's eyes when I had tried to hold her. I had scolded myself internally after that; of course she wouldn't want me anywhere near her. I was a monster. "Emmett, what are you thinking son?"

"This is my entire fault. Lily, Rose and the human she drank, if I had been stronger, none of this would have happened."

"Do you take all responsibility? Are you not a little, mad maybe at Rosalie for her deceptions?" I thought about his words for a moment, was I mad at her. I suppose I had been, certainly in the moment, I would be lying to myself if I expected to believe that my actions were driven on lust alone. I could almost feel slightly better to believe that was the case but I knew it wasn't. I had been angry at her and I had let that enter into my actions wanting to hurt her just enough, the way she had hurt me with her games, that was why I couldn't forgive myself. I had intentionally been a monster to her, in part knowing that little bit what I was doing, but was I still mad at her? Carlisle left me to my thoughts and I realized that I wasn't mad at her anymore. My fear for her safety and her well being had won out and now I only blamed myself for not being able to fix this for her.

"I think I was mad at her, but I'm not anymore, I should have known better, I should be the one protecting her. This is all on me." He acknowledged my words and made his way upstairs to his office and Lily.

Rosalie POV

It had been three hours since I came into this room. I had grabbed most of my things from, what would I call that room now, it wasn't our room any longer, perhaps again one day, which was one decision I had made in my musings.

I had a lot of time to think in here. I contemplated what to call that room, probably best to just refer to it as Emmett's for the time being. I had also come to the realization that I would make things work with him, eventually. I liked Carlisle's idea to act as a shrink for us, I certainly needed one, probably should have seen one eighty years ago and I might have saved us all from what had transpired these past days. I obviously had issues and everyone's fear of me prevented them from making me do something about it, until now. I did my best to block the voices in the house, I knew Carlisle had talked to Emmett some and was talking to Lily now. I felt like an empty void and couldn't even dredge up enough curiosity to eavesdrop. I was beating myself up enough, why listen to everyone else blame me too.

I reached out to feel where my love was and knew he was still sitting in the living room where Carlisle left him two hours ago. We were truly the walking dead now. The rest of the family was giving us more than a wide berth in our existence right now. Not once had Alice come knocking on the door though I could also tell it was eating at her from Jasper's study. Every few seconds he would have to tell her to sit still. Edward and Bella had retreated with Esme to the cottage with Renesmee.

My numbness was finally getting to me, I was somewhat intrigued by it, my lack of feeling when I could usually feel everything so strongly. I held up my hand to look at it and all my emotions came rushing back to me at once as I noticed how covered in blood I still was. I had completely forgotten. I rushed to the washroom; I had to get it off of me. I could feel it trying to worm its way into my skin. It was as if by finally acknowledging its existence, I was giving life to it.

I stood under the water and scrubbed as hard as I could against the granite skin, the scraping noises wouldn't stop. It was never leaving, it wouldn't wash off, and the human's blood wouldn't leave my body. I was Lady MacBeth screaming 'Out damn spot' and the blood wouldn't wash away. I sank to the floor of the shower my arms hugging myself as I rocked, heaving with the weight of my actions and how the blood stained me. It was how Carlisle found me when it was time for our session.