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Chapter 2
I lounged sofa lethargically, a book in my hand, but I was not reading it. Carlisle was at the hospital and Esme was hunting leaving me alone at home with Edward. I tried to avoid him at all costs; I just wasn't in the mood for any of his lectures. I opened the book and made an effort to read it, anything to keep my mind off of the beautiful human. Soon I had forgotten the book wholly and imagined him smiling… saying my name… touching my hair…
"For the love of everything sacred Rosalie," Edward moaned from the other side of the house pulling me out of my daydream. In a flash he was sitting on the armrest next to me. Angrily I scooted to the other side of the couch. "Rose," He prodded, drawing out my name in taunting manner. I buried my nose deep into the book and frowned as deeply as I could.
"Come now Rosalie," He scooted closer and snatched the book away. Refusing to look at him I glared at the wall. He turned my chin to face him. I gave him the deepest scowl I could muster. "Sulking does not become you." He said smirking. I jerked my head away from him, furious. Now he was serious. "I think it will help if you stop thinking about him so much."
"And I think it would help if you would stop pestering me about it." I shot back.
"He almost discovered you yesterday. What if he had seen you?" Again I silently cursed his ability to know my thoughts.
"The point is that he did not see me, I'm quite weary of the 'what ifs'." I said snatching the book back from his long, white fingers.
"He will eventually and you know that! He retorted sharply. "You know, sometimes I think you want him to see you, want him to-
I flinched at his words, not because they were harsh but because they were true. "So what!" I shouted. "So what if I want him to see me!" Such an emotion filled me that if I could have, I would have cried. Apparently Edward noticed it too and his face softened. "Is it some terrible crime for me to want to be wanted?" "What type of horrible monster am I that I should not be loved?"
"Rosalie I understand what your saying but-
"No Edward! You don't understand and that's just it! "You can't love!" "Carlisle loves Esme and I love Emmett…who do you love Edward? Hmm? "No one! My lips were trembling, my whole body shaking with anger and hurt. "You have NOTHING!" I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. He flinched as if I had slapped him, slapped him very hard. What was wrong with me? Why did I say those terrible things? I looked down, stubbornly refusing to apologize. I hated myself a little then, knowing that I would rather hurt Edward, my brother who only had my best interest at heart, than hurt my pride. That was when the door opened and Esme came in smiling. Edward didn't look up.
"Hello Rose, where's Edward?
"He's right-" I swung around to where Edward had been standing. "He's in his room…reading I suppose."
"Have a good hunt?" I asked not really caring whether she did or not.
Esme rolled her eyes playfully and picked up the paper. "Mm-hmm," She rustled the newspaper, other than that there was silence. I opened my mouth to pour out my feelings but stopped myself. Esme wouldn't understand, she would try but she would never understand how I felt. Poor Edward wouldn't understand either. The only person who had loved a human was Carlisle. I had to go to him and tell him my feelings. I made up my mind that that is what I would do. Tomorrow I would talk to Carlisle and he would tell me to take the human as my own, tell me to turn him into one of us so we could be together forever. Tomorrow was another step closer to having my Emmett. I smiled a little at the wonderfulness of those words. My Emmett.