So I'm updating this a little early today because I'm going to busy all day today.

Who else is stressing about tomorrow? I'm not one for big, family gatherings. Actually there's very little I enjoy about Thanksgiving (except for Pumpkin Pie- now that I could eat the whole damn thing!).

Tomorrow I'll be uploading a Thanksgiving surprise for you all tomorrow with our two lovely characters! (Probably will upload around 8 am)

I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. We've got a long way to go!

Also, quick note here: Rosalie and Edward's biological dad is Aro - not Carlisle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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July 2007: Colorado Lodge- Bella & Rosalie's Room

A pillow to the face wakes me up. Groaning, I toss it back across the room before rubbing my eyes and sitting up. Rosalie is sitting on the bed across me, smirking. God, couldn't have just woken me up the normal way could you?

"The heck Rose," I mumble then yawn.

"You've been cranky for the past two days. Pouting time is over," she says before clapping her hands. "Let's go shopping."

I just stare at her frowning, because the last thing I want to do is go shopping with her for hours. Besides, most of the stuff she'll throw my way I can't go home with. So I roll my eyes and pull the covers over my head.

"Just want to sleep," I grumble.

Suddenly the ice cold air hits my skin and I yelp as Rosalie pulls all the covers off my body.

"Nope, pouting time is over," she says with a wicked grin.

I scramble up and try to take the blanket back from her, but she successfully keeps it from me.

"Ugh, stop trying to get me to freeze to death," I say pulling at the blanket.

She just shakes her head.

"Look, Edward's an ass. And speaking of ass, I don't know what's crawled up his lately, but just ignore him. He's being a moody little prick," she says before tossing me a sweat shirt.

I pull the sweatshirt on before grabbing some sweatpants, relishing the warmth now radiating across my body. Thank God.

My mood had turned sour since Edward's outburst. I mean, it's not as if I think of him as my brother either. I don't know why it hurts, why his opinion of me hurts. He thinks I'm this selfish, spoiled brat. Maybe you are. Mom always did say you were self absorbed.

"It's fine, really," I say before dragging myself to the bathroom.

Rosalie frowns as I pass her.

"No, it's not fine," she says. "Nothing about what he said is fine. Look, Edward's been having issues with our dad and Alec lately. So I wouldn't take it personally," she says following me to the bathroom.

I feel like a ton of bricks have fallen on me. He could've mentioned something, I mean I opened up to him didn't I? It stings that he hasn't confided in me, the way I've confided in him.

"What happened?" I ask before I start the shower.

She shrugs as she gets her makeup bag out.

"You know how our dad is, he's really mean to Alec at times, and Alec blames Edward, claims he's the favorite. A week before you got here, Alec showed up at the house in the middle of the night. Said he and our dad were fighting," she says as she puts on her foundation. "Obviously dad knocked him around a bit."

I throw off my clothes and step inside, welcoming the warm water pouring over me.

"That's horrible," I say. And their dad is a cop. At least no is beating me.

Suddenly images of my mother back handing me assaults my vision. But that doesn't really count does it? I mean, it's not as if I'm left with bruises or anything. Shaking my head some, I will the images to go away as I grab the shampoo bottle.

"Yeah, things have gotten pretty bad over there. But Alec starts fights with everyone, I've watched him antagonize my dad over and over again, then he gets all upset when my dad finally loses it," she says.

Her words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. She's so naive. It's not as if I personally know Alec, but I have seen him and his dad a handful of times, and I've seen enough to know that their dad likes wielding his power over everyone. It's the same with Charlie. The only difference is, I'm not getting into full on fighting matches with him. Charlie's twice my size, that would just be stupid. But the rage, the black out, hand shaking, disorienting rage, now that I completely understand.

"Anyways, Alec got all up into Edward's face, yelling and trying to start a fight. Edward didn't respond, he just sort of shut down and walked away. Esme drove Alec back home and gave my dad a tongue lashing, threatened to report him to his supervisor," she continued.

As if that would do much good. He's a cop, and they'll protect him. Just like Charlie's protected by his team of judges.

I finish washing my hair and the rest of my shower before getting dressed and open the door. Edward's standing there, towel in hand his eyes narrow on Rose.

"Could you not run your mouth about our personal business," he says with a sneer.

Rosalie's eyes flash.

Oh shit.

"Look, I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but you seriously need to take a chill pill," she says stepping into his personal space.

Edward's hands grip the towel hard.

"It's not any of her business what goes on with our dad and brother," he says before sneering at me.

White hot anger courses through me. I'm sick of his hostility. I've done nothing to deserve it.

"I swear to God Edward, if you don't cut your bullshit I'll-

"Just leave it," I say with a tight voice and they both look at me. "He's right, it's not my business."

Edward's lip curls into a nasty smirk. His stance is cocky, and it pisses me off.

Rosalie shakes her head. "No he's just being-

I cut her off. "It's not my business," I repeat before stepping closer to Edward with a bored expression. "Therefore not my problem," I continue before shrugging. "This conversation is a complete waste of my time," I finish.

Rosalie just pushes past Edward, stomping her way to our room.

"Way to be a bitch Bella," Edward whispers, his tone cold.

The laugh tumbles past my lips before I can stop it. Bitch. I'm the bitch?

"Since you don't find it in yourself to care about my feelings, I don't really find it in myself to care about yours," I snap. "You're right, what goes down at your dad's house isn't my business therefore not my problem. You started this, you don't get to call me a bitch," I finish before brushing past him.

And the drama continues. Poor Bella. I love writing a bitchy Rosalie, because she's a no bullshit kind of gal! Anyways, hope you guys liked the chapter. For those of you celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow, I hope no smoking kitchen or table fights happen! Till tomorrow!