This is a Twilight and Pretty Little Liar's crossover. Normal pairings - all human. It's a little OOC, some harsh language.

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Chapter 25- Sob parties, the truth, and threats. Just not in that order.

Rosalie smiled up at Emmett. He has been nothing but supportive. She guessed it was because he helped Bella through her rough times with Blaire, and knows what to say.

Rosalie smiled smugly, everything was going right for her. Nothing could go wrong –unless B was back.

Ha! Yah right, B was always there, somewhere –in the shadows.

Rosalie rolled her eyes at the thought, though she felt completely terrified that someone was probably watching her that instant.

Emmett brought Rosalie to their table, with Alice and Jasper, Esme and Carlisle, Edward and Bella sitting there too. Or at least their name tags were there, Edward wasn't there, nor Bella.

They were probably greeting guests, and getting congratulated.

In a sense ... that they're together right? I mean they didn't go elope in Vegas, right? And B didn't escort them, right? Or maybeI should go back home? Check my backyard, what if they're there? What if B --

Ha ha, let's not get out of hand there ...

"Hey Rose." Emmett looked down at her, "I'm going to go to the buffet for some popcorn shrimp, you mind if you wait here?" Rosalie nodded her head, "No problem." She smiled.

The tent was beautiful everything was white, with blotches of red. The tent was huge in the middle of the 16th green, driver's driving golf-carts back and forth from the valet on the 13th green.

There were 8 people per table. The tables had white satin cloths, and white cloth-covered chairs. Some of the center-pieces was an arrangement of different shaded red, pink, or white candles, all lit. Other center pieces were a big bowl of tiny red, pink, and white fish.

The dance floor was wide with teenagers grinding, or slow dancing to an upbeat song. The lights lowered and different colours splashed the walls from the disco-ball.

The bar was handing out free drinks. And the buffet was filled with different assorts of food. Emmett came back with a tray full. The food kept slipping and sliding, until his tiny soup bowl slid down the tray and plop! It fell splat on the floor.

The table burst out laughing, but Rosalie could barely open her mouth when she saw who was behind Emmett.

Trevor was all tuxedoed up holding some blonde-bitch's hand. He was staring straight at her -with wide eyes. Obviously he knew that she knew he was bi.

Rosalie shuddered from the memory. He touched girls,

and guys.

Rosalie instantly -absent-mindedly stood up pushed her chair away, and turned away to flee the tent. But she bumped into someone.

Her eyes were shut tight, when the person put their hand on her shoulder. She was about to yelp, but than the person spoke.

"Hey Rose," She looked up at them.

"Marianna," Rosalie sighed in relief and shock.

"Are you feeling alright? You look sick." She asked with concern in her eyes.

"Yah." It would have made her lie look perfect, until her voice cracked. She sighed and looked down.

Nothing was right, her ex-bi-sexual-boyfriend was three metres away from her at one of her best friend's welcome-back party with a gorgeous-blonde-bitch. While being jealous she feels horrible because she also likes Emmett. She doesn't know who to like. Plus the sister she sent to the hospital by pushing her down the stairs, was concerned for her health when she shouldn't be, than there was a crazy-hit-and-run-maniac-stalker on the loose, stalking and running her life.

"I-I, I'm sorry." Rosalie frowned, looking down -it felt so good to apologize. But the guilty-concsious she had - never let her relax, Marianna didn't push her down the stairs. But Rosalie did. Marianna took Rosalie in a hug, though it was way out of character since she never made physical contact with Rosalie.

"Rose, don't kill yourself," Marianna let out an airy giggle, "I'm sorry, I'm always pressuring you, or making you feel bad. I can understand how you're feeling right now. If I were you, I would push my sister down the stairs if she always treated me like a dirty rag." She gave a soft smile, "Don't feel bad, Rose. I could never hold a grudge against you. You're my flesh and blood, and I have to love you." She rolled her eyes playfully, and gave Rosalie a squeeze.

"Thanks Mary," Rosalie used her old nickname, she used to call her when they were kids.

Rosalie smiled brightly, but quickly remembered all her other problems. She couldn't just let it all go. She was in too deep.

Marianna looked past Roses shoulder and nodded in understanding. "That's your ex right? Trevor?" Marianna rolled her eyes and glared, "he's a bastard Rose, but I totally approve of this guy here." She waved at Emmett, who smiled gleefully in return, "I never had a good feeling 'bout that ex of yours. You're too good for him."

Rosalie smiled, "Thanks." Marianna kissed her cheek and walked toward a friend on the dance floor.

Rosalie didn't want to make the first move to say hi to Trevor, they weren't friends. So she wasn't obliged to have to be polite towards him. Instead she sat back down, receiving curious glances from the table, but she ignored that.

Beep!

Her and both Alice's phone rang.

Alice's Pina-Colada slipped through her tiny finger tips, and spilt on the table.

Rosalie took this opportunity to grab Alice and get them away from the table so they could talk.

"Oh my gosh! Here let me help you Alice! The dress you designed will get all ruined!" Rosalie flung napkins onto the spill, and dragged Alice to the washroom. "We'll be back, just going to clean this up in the washroom." Rosalie hollered behind her as she speed-walked toward the washroom, the quicker they were –the sooner they would get there and read the new text privately.

Rosalie slammed the door shut, Alice flung herself at a sink silently praying that the stain was removable. Rosalie checked under every stall until she found a drunk girl making out with some wannabe-Brad-Pit-scruffed face, and pushed them out the bathroom door cursing. Than in the last stall she saw a granny waddling toward the sink, when Rosalie took her vanilla scented sanitizer imported from France, shoved it in the woman's hand and nudged her towards the door.

Rosalie never over-reacted to getting a text, one she wasn't even sure was from B, or even checked. She just had a feeling something bad might happen. But she was glad she had Alice there with her.

Rosalie took Alice's shoulder and pushed her around to face her. "Check your cell." Alice obeyed, without a word.

Go outside 13th Green, by valet -now. Or find your bff buried in a hole in YOUR backyard just like the last bitch. –B

Rosalie's eyebrows shot up curiously, "What? She's telling us to meet her?"

Alice's eyes started getting teary –she grabbed Rosalie's wrist and tried to drag Rosalie. But Rosalie held back against Alice's tiny pixie-like body.

"What if she does the same thing she did to Bella? But to us instead, what if it's worse?" Rosalie asked frozen.

"Rosalie," Alice hissed, "If we don't help Bella she might end up worse than her last…" Alice searched for an appropriate word, "…episode. She's already in a cast. What makes you think we're going to get hurt, when she's probably already there with the stalker." Alice said disgusted.

Beep!

Get out now, or I make good on my promise.

Rosalie tensed up and ran outside, Alice right behind her.

They ran out the tent unnoticed through the dimmed lights, hot-sweating bodies of people grinding, and those with huge trays of food, when suddenly a waiter carrying a tray of popcorn shrimp walked into Rosalie and Alice.

They all tumbled down bringing people around with them.

Alice fell flat on her butt, her dress flowed out around her, only hiking up a little higher on her thighs, though she was too panicked to really notice. But it was just high enough that you could see her bruises.

"Alice?" Two legs were in Alice's line of sight, she looked up to her brother's confused expression at her current position flung out on the floor.

"What happened?" Edward asked in disbelief.

Alice took in a deep breath, wondering how she was going to answer Edward properly, without him finding out about B.

"You see Rosalie and I really really need to leave right now." Alice stuttered wiping her dress.

"More people leaving," She thought she heard Edward mumble in pain, "But that's not what I meant." He asked angrily.

"Who did this to you?!" He growled.

"What?" She asked confused?

He pointed to her legs, Alice looked down at her exposed-bruised-thighs, luckily the people already got up and left excluding Rosalie who was searching the Golf course for something, and also thank god, she wore water-proof mascara –because tears started rolling down her eyes.

"Who, Alice? Did you plan on trying to hide this, when this thing is still hurting you? Did you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me, Alice?" He asked hurt and angry, "Who did this to you? Who?! I'm going to kill them." He said angrily, his fists clenched and his eyes cold. "Was it Jasper? Is he taking advantage of you?"

Alice jumped up quickly defending her significant-other, "No Edward don't be ridiculous! He's such a gentleman and treats me properly, he'd never do this to me!"

"Than who!" He shouted. Alice's eyes started hurting, but the tears didn't stop.

Edward looked at her guilty, and pulled her into an embrace, squeezing tight.

"Please Alice, tell me." He begged.

"Gah-gahv-in" She sobbed.

His arms tightened. Though he bit his tongue to keep from cursing loudly, people were starting to stare and whisper, Alice didn't need that attention. She already had enough people bagging her about dating a student teacher.

Edward winced, but knew he shouldn't have jumped to the conclusion of Jasper hurting her, they were practically best buds, and he trusted Jasper to take good care of her.

Even if he did let her run away.

Alice pulled back and wiped her tears, sniffing.

"I don't want to break up a sob party, but we'll have a major one if we keep her waiting any longer, than they'll have a double funeral for both our best friends." Rosalie rambled, her eyes worried and determined at the same time.

She dragged Alice to an abandoned golf cart, and raced down the 15th Green, like a pro-racer.