Disclaimer: The story doesn't belong to me; the characters are property of S. Meyer and the plot belongs to Ann Arston Ara. I just translate with her permission.
My son's teacher
By: Ann Arston Ara
Translation: ClaryFlynn98
Beta: Ritchee the fangirl
Chapter 28: Rosalie
- Los Angeles | October 1996 -
— Mom, someone's knocking on the door! — Rosalie shouted from her room. Her mother didn't answer, and they knocked again, so she put her history book aside and went downstairs to open the door herself. By the time she got downstairs, her mother had opened up.
— What are you doing here? — said Lorein, her mother, looking at a man dressed as a big lord.
— Is that the reception you're going to give me, Lorein?
Lorein wanted to close the door but the man interposed his foot so that her mother would not succeed.
– Mom? — asked Rosalie, walking towards her mother, who looked at her in fear.
— So… it's her — said the man, looking at Rosalie.
— Don't come near my daughter — snarled Lorein.
James came in without permission and took Rosalie's face by squeezing her chin. His green, strange eyes looked at her carefully before releasing her and turning around with a smile.
— How old is she? — asked James.
— The same age as your other daughter — Lorein answered quickly. James nodded and asked again.
— How much?
— How much, what? You, arrogant idiot — Lorein answered angrily. James laughed freshly and said:
— How much money do you want for keeping this a secret?
- Present day -
— Edward, we needed the money and my mother accepted it. That's the only explanation I can give you — said Rosalie seated in front of the desk.
— You're Anddie's sister, you were her sister and you never told her. Anddie died believing herself to be an only child, longing for a sister! — Edward claimed without ceasing to see her. Rosalie got up and said:
— It was never easy for me to be the bastard, but it was either that or living on the streets thanks to the influence of that damn coward.
— You called him "Dad". Yesterday he wasn't a bloody coward — said Edward. Rosalie grunted and answered.
— He's also my father, damn it, I'm also his daughter, I don't bear his name, I don't look like him in many ways because I'm not arrogant and I don't have his damn bad heart but I am his daughter, I have his blood and whether you like it or not, Anthony is my nephew.
— I want you away from my son — Edward Grumble getting up. Rosalie denied several times before saying:
— You can't... You can't do this to me.
— You and your father are just destruction, Rosalie — Edward said as he looked at her. Rosalie approached Edward and whispered:
— Anthony is all I have left of Anddie.
— That's the same thing Marie said before she killed herself with antidepressants — Edward said harshly. Rosalie came to the window and said:
— I'm not like them.
— How do you know that? — Edward asked, walking to the door and opening it. — Go away — he said without seeing her.
— Anthony is from my family.
Edward looked at her and for a moment thought he saw Anddie there, begging him, yet he said nothing and let Rosalie go.
Bella opened the door of her apartment and smiled openly when Alice hugged her.
— You have to get ready — said the little leprechaun.
— Merry Christmas to you too Alice — said Bella laughing. Alice snorted and muttered:
— Yes, yes. Happy day from the fat red-bellied guy who makes us eat candy that goes to your ass.
Bella smiled at the enthusiasm of her friend, who said, entering her room without asking permission and opening the closet:
— You have no fashion sense, Bella. What century is this dress from?
Bella rolled her eyes when the dress fell at her feet and picked it up and said:
— It's formal and elegant.
— It's what my grandmother would use to clean the kitchen — replied Alice, coming out of the closet to sit on Bella's bed, with a pout on her lips.
Bella sighed and sat down next to her for a moment before going into her closet to get out a suitcase that was locked. She opened the suitcase and Alice began to jump when she saw its contents, new clothes. Bella just dropped into her bed and covered her face.
— How come you don't wear this? — Alice asked, lifting a dress that could easily be a skirt.
— They are gifts from the friends my father composed for. They always arrive at the house in London. I never wear them because some are exceedingly vulgar and a woman can look sexy without looking vulgar, plus I feel good in my simple clothes without extravagance — replied Bella, getting up and checking the contents of the suitcase. She poked around a bit before looking up and asking — Where are we going?
Alice shrugged her shoulders and answered:
— We're having a picnic at Esme's cottage.
Bella grunted and kept looking until she found a blue blouse. She threw it on the bed and then pulled out a jean, which didn't seem to fit very tight, black. Alice, on the other hand, frowned before asking.
— Why are your father's friends sending you gifts?
Bella got up, closed her suitcase, and answered as she put it in the closet.
— Well, they have won millions, prizes and recognition in the world because of the songs my father wrote for them. I guess they're rewards or something.
— It must have been wonderful, being surrounded by famous artists — Alice said softly. Bella smiled, took the clothes she had chosen, shrugged, and said:
— My father was wonderful. He tried to give me everything my mother would have given me when she was alive.
She sighed and turned to go into the bathroom to change, while Alice came over to look at the pictures that were around Bella's house. The one that caught her attention was that of a man, who would surely be her father, next to a very beautiful woman. The two were hugging and looking at each other with love.
Alice smiled.
The woman had beautiful blue eyes, Bella's smile, but it was the father who had Bella's chocolate eyes and hair, even so, Bella was a copy of Mrs. Swan.
— What is it, Bella? Tell me! — Anthony demanded with the gift in his hands, excited. Bella shrugged and smiled.
They had arrived at the Cullen cottage an hour ago. Edward was still working to take a few days off and was going to catch up with them later. Bella had searched for the right moment to give her little Mozart the gift and they hadn't been left alone until Esme had subtly mentioned the music room in the beautiful luxury house, they were in. Bella approached the piano and slowly played a melody with her eyes closed, listening to Anthony open his gift.
— Oh! Wow! — exclaimed Anthony, suddenly pulling out a blue blanket. Bella opened her eyes and stopped to turn to where Anthony was sitting, seeing the blanket that had different musical notes recorded on it, and at the end she had sent to record it.
"Un mare può dividersi, le stelle possono cadere dal cielo, ma nulla mi impedirà di portarti nel mio cuore"
Anthony looked up with a huge smile on his face and stood up, almost running, to throw himself at Bella.
— Are you finally going to tell me what that means?
Bella hugged her little boy, then looked him in the eye and answered:
— "A sea can be divided, the stars can fall from the sky, but nothing will stop me from carrying you in my heart" — Anthony hugged Bella tightly and asked:
— You will always be with me Bella?
Bella looked at Anthony and remembered the words her mother had said to her when she was only 6 years old, then she had died. Only at that moment, Bella knew how difficult it was to promise something she didn't know if she would be able to keep, yet she made the promise she was sure she would be able to keep.
— Always, my boy, you will always be in my heart. You are my boy, my little Mozart, and that, honey, that, nothing will ever change it.
Anthony felt his heart squeezed and at that moment he didn't know why, but he was afraid, afraid of losing his mother again, afraid of losing his Bella, so he held her tightly and prayed silently never to lose her.
— Is it all for today? — Edward asked impatiently. Eleonora looked at the signed contracts and smiled. She only needed a few more contracts to achieve her goal, then she would start hitting blow after blow until the company was nothing without her.
She looked up and nodded to Edward, who confidently stood up happily and gave her a few days of vacation with an incredible bonus of several zeros and then left. Meanwhile, Eleonora was reading in detail the contracts with which she was going to sink Edward until he kissed the ground where she was stepping. Until he begged, until he loved her blindly and then, only then, would she be master of the world.
Bella smiled when Emmett sat down next to her and gave her a cup of coffee. Night had fallen and everyone was looking at the stars. Edward had not yet arrived at the house where they would spend a few days and Bella felt worried but did not show it. Anthony was playing happily with his Aunts Alice and Rosalie, who were still laughing happily.
— I had never seen Anthony so happy, thank you Asterias.
Bella smiled when she heard her admirer and after drinking a sip of coffee she said:
— Anthony is a special boy — she smiled when her little Mozart fell to the floor, letting her aunts tickle him, but Emmett sighed, suddenly getting her attention, and without stopping seeing Rosalie he said:
— She's sad. Edward was very hard this morning — Bella sighed too and asked cautiously:
— Did you…you know? You knew that Andrea and Rosalie were sisters?
Emmett smiled. Yes, he knew but he hadn't said anything, yet he answered:
— I'm a fool sometimes and I behave like a child because Rose can't have children. When I met her in college everyone wanted to get into her pants. She was always the most beautiful and sweetest girl, not the typical brainless blonde.
Then, when I finally got her to be my girlfriend, I took her to my family's house, proudly. We had a dinner party and of course, my friends were there. How long did it take you to figure it out? A minute, maybe two? — Bella opened her mouth to answer but couldn't and Emmett smiled without any humor and affirmed.
— Exactly, only a fool wouldn't know they were sisters, only a fool who doesn't look beyond what's in front of him. Rosalie and Anddie were physically almost the same. We all knew it, everyone except Edward, yet we respected Anddie's silence.
— Did she know it? — Bella asked, interrupting him. Emmett smiled and responded standing up:
— Yes. Anddie always knew, but sometimes it's better to be silent because there are secrets that are better kept than exposed.
— How do you know she knew?
Emmett looked behind Bella and answered quickly.
— Anddie wasn't stupid and it was she who saved my Rose from that family of evildoers.
— Am I interrupting? — Edward asked uncomfortably, looking at the two of them. Emmett muttered something and walked away, leaving them alone.
— Is everything all right? — asked Edward, without stopping to look at Emmett. Bella cleared her uncomfortable throat and answered a little annoyed:
— You're a little harsh, don't you think? — Edward sighed in annoyance and answered.
— That's none of your business — Bella recoiled in pain and then said:
— Your problems with Rosalie may be none of my business, but Anthony is, and I'm not willing to let you take him away from his family. Do you know how much I would have given for an aunt? You're incapable of seeing the world with anything but your eyes. Be aware and look around you. There are people who feel pain. Anthony may seem like a child to you, but he has the power of decision. Have you asked him what he thinks, what he wants? Have you listened, have you paid attention to what Rosalie said to you this morning? Have you even thought about it, Edward? Rosalie is his family too and is perhaps the closest thing, the only thing he has left from his mother.
Edward opened his mouth to answer but Bella passed by him to enter the house.
Rosalie turned to the opposite side of Edward pretending not to have heard how Anthony's teacher had defended her. After her mistreatment, she wondered why, and her mother's words echoed in her mind.
"There are good people in the world, you just have to wait to find them."
Not knowing why, Rosalie turned around again. She had to thank that woman even if Edward never spoke to her again.
So, we finally know more about Rosalie's history. And look like Edward doesn't remember that Bella can be a dangerous woman! Watch out, Ed xD
The wait is finally over! Rosalie's story is here :D We don't know much about Dimitri or James yet, but at least we have this...
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