Toxic Rose
Chapter Sixteen: The Truth hurts
A/N: After last chapter I feel like I wrote myself out (is that even how wrote can be used?) and needed to take a little break. It was almost sixty pages long, and took a long time to compile together but it got done. Going onward from here, I have run out of prewritten chapters which means-you guessed it!-longer wait times between chapters. While I hate doing this to readers, all it means is that chapters might come out every two weeks or so as opposed to every week how I usually did it. If I could I would write faster but my fingers and imagination only work so quickly. Needless to say I am grateful for your continued support and hope that you will proceed to support me as I work on this series.
Cheers!
Also warnings for this chapter: Violence and mentions of suicide. Read at your own discretion. This chapter will be darker than usual but I had to reach the climax of the toxic relationship between the two at some point and this chapter was it. I promise after this there will be more fluff and love. :)
Everyone froze when they heard the words uttered from Rosalie's mouth. Silence filled the house as they all stared down at the blonde who sat up and propped her back against the sofa, spitting out bloody saliva onto the floor next to her. The grandfather clock's pendulum swung back and forth, giving the quiet a ticking bomb quality. Any moment something could happen, but who would be the first to explode? Alice was the first to recover as usual, quick due to her ADHD preventing silence for longer than a few seconds.
"What do you mean you did it for me?" She hissed, scandalized.
"You know exactly what I mean, sister," Rosalie said, smiling her charming grin. "You think I do this for myself? I picked on and bullied Bella all because of you Alice."
Bella felt her heart beat slow down and her breaths become more shallow. What was the blonde saying? This made no sense. It was all Alice's fault that Rosalie did these things?
Alice seemed to fully grasp what the blonde was saying now after her initial shock faded and she exploded. "This isn't like last time or the other times you did such things for 'my sake'. You didn't just bully Bella. You sexually harassed her! She told me all about how you molested her!" Alice shot back. "If you didn't enjoy that kind of shit, you wouldn't have done it in the first place, you sick freak! So don't blame this on me!"
Rosalie laughed at this. She threw back her head and laughed hard, her eyes coming shut. "Stop laughing!" Alice snarled, giving Rosalie's extended foot a swift kick. If Rosalie felt the kick she didn't react to it, and kept laughing. Alice was about to deliver another one when Edward extended his hand. "Stop it Alice." Alice complied but wasn't happy about it, shooting her brother a nasty glare. At last Rosalie's laughter stopped.
"It's funny that you called me a sick freak. Because miss Bella over here enjoyed it. Didn't you?" Rosalie turned her brown eyes to the brunette who promptly flushed. "Oh, you downright enjoyed it when I got physical with you," Rosalie licked her lips suggestively and Bella gasped, shocked by what the blonde was doing. Oh dear god don't let her tell them about all the times I kissed her. If she does I'm ruined!
Rosalie must have known what was running through Bella's mind because she just smirked, satisfied by the reaction she had elicited from the brunette and turned back to her sister. "Oh I can tell you about all the times dear Alice, but that's not the point. The point is, you don't have a right to call me a sick freak when you're no better than any of us in the Cullen family!" Rosalie had slid up to the couch cushions now, sitting there and crossing her leg over the other as she haughtily raised her chin to glare at Alice. She looked powerful and stunning as always, completely in her element when it came to being nasty. It barely looked like she had just been tortured mere minutes ago except for the slight twitch in her eye.
"Again, what are you talking about?!" Alice looked increasingly uncomfortable and agitated by the conversation and Bella felt a hint of pity for the girl. Bella had been on the receiving end of Rosalie's convoluted conversations and accusations too, so she knew very well how it felt to be picked apart. It was not something she recommended.
Edward shifted from leg to leg as he glanced uncertainly at the two girls. He wasn't sure he could subdue two females if they got out of hand. Maybe he could sneak off and call Carlisle? He began to slowly edge his way out of the room, neither girl noticing so far.
Bella meanwhile was horrifically enthralled in the arguments between the two girls. Besides, this concerned her. What was the real reason Rosalie had acted cruelly to her? Was it really for Alice as she had blatantly stated?
"I'll tell you what I'm talking about Alice since you clearly are incapable of drawing to that conclusion yourself." Rosalie flipped her hair over her shoulders, cocky grin on her face. "You think you're better than all of us. You go around picking up our broken pieces, mending us back together as if we were a personal art project of yours."
"And what's wrong about helping you all? I want to do good, like my parents never did to me!" Alice's face was twisted up in confusion as to why she was being called a bad person for helping others.
"What's so wrong about it is that you can't help someone when you're more fucked up than them all! You finish fixing us up and then drop us, moving onto better things, or better people to fuck! Don't think I don't know about you and Jasper. Don't think I'm stupid. I caught you two in bed together!" Rosalie had gotten up from the couch now, her muscles stable enough to hold her up after the shock she had received from the tasers. Alice was caught off guard by these words.
"You-I mean- you saw? When?" the stammering pixie at last let out, covering her mouth with her hands.
"Halloween night," Rosalie said slowly and through gritted teeth. "I knew you were lying to me the whole time, but I let you because I knew not to expect any better. You're on the last Cullen, Alice. What will you do once you're done with Jasper? Fuck daddy and mommy, because you already fucked me, Emmett, and Edward real good."
Bella had a hard time following this conversation. What was going on? What did Rosalie mean by fuck? Was it in the... literal sense? Bella shuddered to think about that. Oh god, wait. Alice and Rosalie slept together? And Alice and Jasper, and Edward and Emmett...Bella covered her mouth with her hands, feeling her breathing get even shallower. What was wrong with this family? They were supposed to be siblings!
"Who told you all those things?" Alice demanded, her voice sounding panicked and scared.
"You think I don't talk to the other Cullen's? Emmett told me. He warned me all those months ago when we were still together. But I didn't listen. I thought you would never leave me. I was a fool." Rosalie spat this out bitterly, her hands shaking in barely restrained anger.
"Is this what this has all been about then?" Alice was grabbing the top of her short pixie hair and pulling hard on it with one hand, gesturing with the other at Bella. Her voice was soft, broken.
Rosalie clapped her hands together. "Wittle baby Alice has fwigured it all out," she mocked.
"I thought you had gotten over me already. That you had stopped bullying others for my sake. I knew something was up with you and Bella but I could never prove it. How dare you use her to try and get back at me!" Alice hissed, her voice becoming stronger and stronger as she became more agitated.
"I'm not using her to get back at you anymore, Alice. I'm grown. I'm using her to get over you. There's a big difference in that. We're dating now." Rosalie dropped the bombshell on Alice and the pixie let out a choked gasp, her arms falling limply to her sides.
Those words weighted heavily in the air and Bella felt the room spin beneath her. Why had Rosalie said this? What was she hoping to accomplish with it? Bella hadn't wanted anyone to know!
"You're what?!" Alice's shrill voice could have broken glass.
"You heard me," Rosalie said, cockily grinning. "We're dating."
Alice turned on Bella now, redirecting her cold fury onto the brunette. "Is this true?" The girl, startled by all of the venom in Alice's usually pleasant voice could only open her mouth and make choked noises. "Is this true!" Alice demanded once more, stomping her foot and in her panic Bella nodded her head yes.
Alice sucked in a breath at this and turned her fury filled eyes on Rosalie. "You sick fucking cunt!"
Rosalie's eyebrows went up high on the use of that word. "You've got a potty mouth on you. Here, let me fix that." And then Rosalie swung hard, deciding she was done with this conversation. Alice was flung back into the coffee table, breaking it into a thousand shards with her fall. Shards that dug into her skin and tore her clothes.
"Alice!" Bella shrilled out and Edward ran back into the room, no one noticing that he had left. A phone was held up to his ear. "What is going on here? Fuck." He groaned when he saw Alice sniveling on the glass shards, wincing and whimpering with every move she made. She was cradling her left elbow where a really big piece was sticking out of.
"Alice, Alice," Bella whispered, kneeling in shock next to her friend. She wanted to touch her, to comfort her, but she was afraid to touch her, feeling sick by this. Rosalie stood over the two of them, her hands fisted and breathing hard.
"Carlisle, we're going to need medical attention. Alice is hurt," Edward jabbered into the phone. "Yes Rosalie is still here. Wait, hold on." Rosalie was now walking away, leaving somewhere. Edward reached out to grab her but she roughly flung his arm aside and punched him square in the face. He fell hard to the floor, the phone skidding away from him and under the couch.
"Fucking crazy bitch!" he howled as he grabbed his broken nose, now streaming blood.
When Carlisle arrived at the house ten minutes later, Bella had seen as best she could to her friends wounds. She had given Edward a bag of ice and tissues to stem the bleeding. For Alice she had calmed her friend down and instructed her not to move so as not to disrupt the glass and accidentally break it off.
"Ah, hello Bella." The doctor had breezed into the room, official in his white coat and satchel-bag. He was young looking, with caramel colored hair and a warm smile. "I wish we could have meet under different conditions but I do appreciate you helping my children." The doctor had knelt down next to Alice and Bella on the floor and began to examine the glass in his daughter's wounds.
"It's fine. All I could do really." Bella had mumbled, not sure how to act around The Cullen Patriarch.
"Nonsense. A great help. Really." He gave her a warm appreciative look and Bella felt herself blush. "On another note, I would like it if you could stay over for a little discussion. I am aware that you and Rosalie are involved...in some way and that this led to a conflict between her and Alice."
Bella instantly blanched at this idea. Talking with Rosalie's father about Rosalie? That did not sound like a recipe for a pleasant conversation.
"Uh, um, I can't, I mean-" Carlisle put a gloved hand on Bella's shoulder putting a pause on her failed attempts to come up with a lie to refuse him. "I understand you may need a little time. That is fine by me. Edward give Ms. Bella my business card." The boy who had been sullenly leaning on the wall and watching them with the bag of ice still to his face, left and went to Carlisle's study.
"Take my card and call me when you finally feel up to talking about it. I would recommend not waiting longer than a week. These feelings bottle up and fester inside us and lead to unpleasant results. So for your own mental health, help me help you through this." The doctor was slowly bandaging Alice's elbow wound. Bella hadn't even noticed when he had taken the long glass out, but it was there, lying by his feet. Long and blood covered. Bella felt her stomach churn and looked away. Alice had stopped whimpering in pain now and was silently sobbing, dry tears etching a path down her face. Her lips where Rosalie had punched her were starting to show bruises. Edward came down the stairs with the card and gave it to Bella who took it.
"Thank you for all your help Bella," the boy said, voice nasally due to the hit he had taken. "Please be careful on your way back home. And please call us if Rosalie comes back. We know Charlie can protect you but we need to bring her back home and not have her wandering around being reckless." Bella grimly nodded her head and left the mansion a storm of emotions in her chest. Her truck was still idling where she had left it and she cautiously entered it, afraid that Rosalie was waiting inside for her, ready to spring out and snap her neck. The truck was empty thankfully.
On the drive back her head was full of unanswered questions and a sense of growing hurt. Rosalie had said that she wasn't bullying Bella anymore because of Alice but instead using her as a way to get over her. A rebound relationship? She's using me, a voice hissed in Bella's ears and she could feel tears sting her eyes. Honestly what else was she expecting? This was Rosalie they were talking about. The girl was never predictable and her intentions even less clear.
Bella placed Carlisle's card on her steering wheel so she could look at it as she drove. She ran her fingers over it, absently reading the information there. Despite the unhealthy state of their relationship Bella had...Bella had, had what? Had wanted more? Had wanted an actual relationship like the movies portrayed, with Rosalie? But that was impossible, something she damn well knew couldn't and wouldn't, and most importantly shouldn't, happen. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pocketed the card and focused on driving back safely to her house. All she wanted to do now was take a hot bath, watch some movies and go to sleep to forget this had all happened. Thanksgiving break had started and already it was a nightmare.
But when she got to her house, her hopes for a peaceful night were ruined. She parked her car and went inside the house, where she heard two voices. She immediately recognized her dads and Jacobs voice before she even entered the dinning room.
"Bella!" Jacob quickly got up from his seat at the table, interrupting Charlie in the middle of a story about fishing.
"Oh Bella, glad to see you home," Charlie nodded at his daughter over his can of beer. "How was dinner with Alice?"
Bella blanked for a moment, completely having forgotten that this bad evening had begun with a dinner date with Alice. "Uh, fine. It was fine." She wondered if Carlisle had called her father about what had happened tonight. "Why is Jacob here?" she changed the topic, hoping to find why the large boy was here. Last time he had been here he had been in a ferocious fist fight. The bruises on his face were a deep purple now and he had a couple of plasters over some cuts.
"I'm here to apologize to you," Jacob said, putting on his best 'puppy that was kicked' impression.
"Yes," Charlie agreed, getting up from his chair and clasping Jacob hard on the shoulder. "He wanted to tell you why he acted the way he did towards Rosalie."
Ugh, Bella so did not want to talk about the blonde right now. She had enough to think about her as it was. "Can this wait?" she asked, waving her hand dismissively. "It's eight in the afternoon. I have homework I need to finish."
"Bella, don't be rude," Charlie chided. "Jacob came all this way to apologize. The least you can do is listen. I'll be in the kitchen getting some beer if anyone needs me." Charlie ambled away, leaving the two teens in the room. Silence fell and Bella bit her lip and played with her hands as she looked at Jacob. The boy seemed unsure of how to start and he placed both hands on top of the table as he looked down on it. "Bella," he slowly started, poking his cheek with his tongue. "Bella, I'm sorry." He looked up at her and leaned off the table, fisting one hand and pounding his palm with the other as he looked for the proper words. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I didn't want you to. I'm not normally like this." When Bella didn't say anything he quit pounding his palm, figuring that it was probably calling back some unpleasant memories of the fight for the girl. Instead he ruffled the back of his hair nervously.
"There's a reason I was so angry. Something that you probably don't know about since my father never took anyone to court and since the Cullen's covered it up."
Bella felt a sense of horror creep over her. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it.
"Bella, Rosalie hurt my father. Billy Black is in a wheelchair because of her."
Bella closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath in. No, this couldn't be. Why would the blonde pick a fight with him? Why would she hurt an innocent man? Was this all because of Alice too?
"She pushed him right in the path of a truck with no warning. I don't know why she did it. The lawyers said she had hallucinated someone from her past. She had thought it was my father that was meaning to do harm to her." Jacob's words had brought Bella to open her eyes again. The boy looked forlorn and his voice, normally loud and gravitas, was sober and soft.
"I'm sorry." Bella didn't know what else to say. It was a terrible thing to almost lose a father to some stranger.
"Dad didn't want to take her to court. He said that he understood she was troubled and that it hadn't been her fault. All he wanted was to keep her away from the Preserve to protect us from her. And Carlisle was kind enough to pay for all of dad's expenses from then on without having been required to. That's why I don't like her. Why I fought her. She's a big bully and she's hurt others and she'll only hurt you too." At this Jacob walked up to Bella and grasped her shoulders gently in his massive hands. "I don't want her hurting you Bella. I want to protect you from her. I don't want the same damage she did to me to come to you." Bella felt her eyes tear up at the concern in Jake's voice for her. He was so sweet, but really it was out of his hands now. He couldn't do anything. She and Rosalie were too deep, too intertwined in this sick relationship of theirs. Rosalie...just thinking about the blonde and how she was using her to get back at Alice made her heart ache. She needed to be alone and she needed it now.
"Thank you for your concern," Bella said sniffling to hide the tears that had almost escaped her eyes. "But I need to be alone now. I need to think."
"Sure thing," Jacob said, smiling gently down at her. He reached into his back pocket and gave her a napkin. "I wrote my number down for you. Give me a call if you ever need me and I will be by your side. Faster than you can say the word 'werewolf'." He gave a toothy smile and Bella wished she had fallen in love with someone like Jake. He was sweet, caring and an overall good person. And he especially was not a complicated person; just simple and easy going.
"Good night, Bella." He pulled her into a big bear hug. "Try not to think too much about it. It's in the past and it's between me and Rosalie." Then he left.
Her dad came out of the kitchen a couple seconds later, a cold brew in his hand.
"Did you know?" Bella asked her dad, pocketing the napkin with Jacob's number on it.
Her dad took a sip of his beer, wiping his chin when a little trickled down. "I did," he said at last with a tired sigh. "I didn't want to tell you to scare you. And besides it wasn't my story to tell."
Bella breathed out heavily through her nose. "A warning would have been nice," she managed through gritted teeth. Why was everyone lying to her? Rosalie about the true purpose of the relationship, her dad about Rosalie's past...
"Like I said, I didn't want to scare you. And I did warn you to stay away."
Bella shook her head. She was in no mood for this. "I'm gonna do homework." Then she went upstairs, leaving her dad with his beer. But she couldn't do homework once upstairs, moving on autopilot to her mattress. She just laid down on her bed, hugging her pillow as she looked at the ceiling. She thought over everything that had just happened, churning the words and memories over and over in her head until they became one large cacophony of noise. She had wanted to know more about Rosalie and she had gotten her wish granted. She couldn't complain about it now.
She must have drifted off because next thing she knew, she was being awoken by the sounds of something moving at her window. She groggily sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes in the bright glow of the lights that she had forgotten to turn off.
Something was moving at her window, but what? Was it a killer? Hugging her pillow tight to her chest, she softly put her bare feet to the floor, watching the window with unease. Slowly the window opened, slim fingers pushing the frame up until the dark night stared back at Bella. Bella's heart began to thump hard. Holy shit, someone was breaking into her house! Could she run fast enough to get her dad? Should she scream? From where she sat she was at a disadvantage as to see who was at the window. She couldn't see straight to the outside to see who was on the other side. She viewed it from a 45 degree angle. Could she perhaps close the window and then run to get her dad?
There was scuffling on the other side and Bella straightened up, chills running down her spine. Move, you useless body! She screamed at herself. However, she remained put and watched silently as the intruders lower body slide silently through the open widow, booted feet touching the floor before the upper body followed behind. The intruder closed the window and then turned to Bella, face neutral and impassive. Bella hugged her pillow harder, anger churning through her veins now.
"Rosalie, get out of my room," she whispered angrily.
"Bella," the blonde started but Bella was having none of this. "Get out!" she pointed out the window Rosalie had just come through.
"I came to explain myself to you," the blonde insisted, her voice sounding apologetic.
"I don't care about what you have to say, I'm not listening to it. You used me, Rosalie. Even though I knew we didn't have anything real between us, I didn't want to find the truth out the way I did." Bella averted her gaze from Rosalie, angry tears pressing at the back of her eyes.
"Bella let me explain," Rosalie tried once more, holding her hands up in a pleading gesture.
"Oh, you want to explain," Bella said, her hands clawing at her pillow held protectively to her chest. "Then tell me about yourself Rosalie."
"About myself?"
"Yes, about you. I want to know about your past, I want to know everything that happened between you and Alice. About why you hurt Billy Black." Bella's voice cracked at this. "God, Rosalie, how could you push that sweet old man in front of a truck?"
"I didn't choose to do that!" Rosalie hissed, stamping her foot to the ground. "You couldn't possibly understand what it's like living inside my head. You never had to endure the horrors I have. All you know is a life of comfort, of ease. You've had everything you always wanted and took it for granted whereas I had to fight tooth and nail just for my life!" Rosalie was growing agitated, her perfect features marred by the increasing wrath coming from her body. Rosalie was wrong. Bella had suffered in her past, had to fight for her dignity and rights but she wasn't going to bring up how she was bullied in the past right now. This wasn't where she wanted to go with this conversation.
"Then tell me what's going on? Why do you do these things Rosalie? Why do you hurt others? Why do you hurt your family? Hurt me?" Bella turned watery eyes on the blonde. What lead Rosalie to be this way? She understood the other Cullen's back stories, the stories shedding light on their actions but the blonde was still enshrouded in deep shadows.
The blonde warred with her next words, looking as if she wanted to tell Bella everything but in the end she chose to move on past this topic. "You don't want to know-"
"I do!"
"No you don't!" Rosalie pointed a finger at the brunette. "And don't interrupt me again."
"Don't tell me what to do!" Bella got up from her seat, tossing her pillow at the blonde who swatted it aside, surprised that the usually docile girl was behaving this way.
"Leave my house right now," Bella insisted, pointing out the window once more. "I don't want to see you a second more in my house."
"I didn't come all this way for you to tell me to get out of your house like some dog!" Rosalie barked back, picking up the pillow and throwing it at Bella with all her strength and knocking the girl back to her bed. Even though Bella knew the pillow was coming she wasn't prepared for how hard it was thrown and she fell onto her bed with a squeak. She pulled the pillow off of her face and threw it to the side. "That's it. I'm calling Charlie."
"No you don't!" Rosalie snarled, panic flaring in her eyes.
"I am!" Bella shouted back, scrambling to get off her bed but Rosalie threw herself onto the brown haired girl.
"Get off me!" Bella squirmed against her captor, Rosalie's hands clamping on her wrists. She used her height advantage to pin Bella to the bed with her body.
"Get off!" Bella repeated, thrashing about wildly but she was too weak against the blonde. "You're not going to get Charlie. You're going to listen to what I have to say, and you're going to like it."
"Charlie! Charlie!" Bella screamed.
"Shut up!" Rosalie let go of one of Bella's wrist to punch her hard in the stomach. Bella let out a huge gasp and began coughing, the pain from the hit cutting her off from screaming anymore.
"Scream one more time and I will hit you harder next time. Do you understand?" Rosalie's eyes were glowing with madness and Bella swallowed deeply. Rosalie was not going to listen to Bella's demands as she was right now, so the brunette had to trick her into letting her go and then she could run to her dad.
"Let me go, first," Bella said, her side throbbing each time she spoke.
"No."
Well, there went that plan.
"You're not making me want to listen to you, if you won't let me go."
"Sucks for you, then. And now if you don't shut up, I will punch you again." Rosalie was not biting into Bella's bait, so the girl shut up for now. Waiting a few seconds and noting with satisfaction that Bella was indeed remaining quiet she continued.
"I wanted to explain what happened tonight at my house. I understand you are very confused but it's not what it looks like. I used to date Alice, yes, but that was because I was weak. I didn't know any better." Rosalie said this so bitterly, Bella could almost taste the bitterness in her own mouth. "And at first I came after you because you wouldn't stop staring at me. It was so fucking annoying. But then Alice came to save you, and slowly you became friends. I still wanted to make Alice mad, so I picked on you. I wanted to show her that she wasn't hot shit. But on the way, I gained feelings for you." Rosalie's voice got quieter at this and she looked away momentarily, biting her lip in a show of outward nervousness. "Bella I like you."
Bella's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit, Rosalie was admitting to liking her? The girl she had a crush on for months was admitting to liking her? Bella felt warmth fill her chest. A girl liked her. Had a crush on her. This had never happened to her before. Bella let herself float to cloud nine before reality sent her crashing down coldly. This was Rosalie. And she was dangerous. And unpredictable. Bella did like her, but it was time to move on. She couldn't stay in a toxic relationship like this, if it even was a relationship given the shoddy way they had entered it.
Bella closed her eyes and breathed out heavily. Her body felt torn in half. She wanted to follow Rosalie's sweet proclamations and float away to a world of love and obliviousness but her other half said that love could only blind her from so many of Rosalie's faults before the blonde's erratic actions tore her apart. Bella knew she had to make a decision, one that she should have made a long time ago, and one that was going to break her heart but she couldn't keep doing this. Tonight she had seen Rosalie's true side and she knew it should worry her that the blonde had acted this way against her own family.
"And I know you like me too." Rosalie was still talking. Bella cut her off.
"Rosalie I don't." Bella breathed out, her heart thumping in her chest wildly as she lied. There. She had said it.
It was over.
But Bella had no idea that it wasn't over yet. It had only started.
"What did you say?" Rosalie said through gritted teeth, her grip on Bella's wrists tightening.
"I said I don't like you. You've got it all wrong. I don't want to be in a relationship with you. At all." Like a rolling stone, once Bella had started it became easier to say. She opened her eyes, afraid to see the look on Rosalie's face and was surprised to see the blonde's face was blank, smooth and impassive. Her brown eyes were empty and devoid of life, as if her brain had stopped working.
"Say that one more time," Rosalie slowly lifted herself off of Bella, letting the girls wrists go.
Bella rubbed her wrists and backed up on her bed until her back was touching the wall. She sensed something was going to happen but she didn't know what. She glanced at her door from the corner of her eye and tried to gauge if she could make it to the door. "I said I don't want to date you anymore."
"Huh, really?" Rosalie's blank gaze never left Bella's body and she slowly slide her left hand into her back pocket pulling out a Swiss blade a second later. She flicked open the blade, the bedroom lights catching it. Oh God!
"Bella I want you to listen closely. I'm going to give you a choice and you're going to choose the right answer." The blonde gestured with the knife at Bella causing the girl to gulp and press her back more closely to the wall. This was just like that time all those months ago, except worse. Because Alice wasn't here to help her.
"Bella, you can either continue to keep this relationship going, or you can end it. Simple choice." Rosalie said the words slowly, her voice monotone and actions robotic.
Simple choice for who? "Easy for you to say when you have a knife in your hand! No matter my choice you're only going to hurt me! Well fine then, go ahead! It's who you are, so why change!" Bella got up from where she had been sitting and pressed her hands to her chest. She didn't know where this courage was coming from. Her limbs were shaking from fear yet she kept approaching the blonde who was standing at the side of her bed. Maybe the courage was being dredged up because a life or death situation was staring her in the eye? Bella tried to keep her gaze fixed on the blonde so that the girl wouldn't suspect that the brunette was only getting closer to her so that she could be closer to getting off the bed and to the door which was behind the blonde.
Maybe if she kept screaming she could attract her dad's attention. Was he even home? What time was it? Was he asleep? If he was then that was shit luck because he was a heavy sleeper.
"Go on, hurt me like you've hurt me before, like you've hurt Alice. Go ahead kill me! Kill me!"
"Bella I won't have to hurt you if you make the right choice," Rosalie said, looking up to glare at Bella who was now standing above her on the bed edge.
"Well I guess you're going to have to hurt me because my answer is I will end this. I'm ending the relationship Rosalie!" Bella spread out her hands, glaring down at the blonde, her fear making her feel like she was going out of her mind. What was she doing, acting this way with the blonde? It was like poking a sleeping lion. No, screw that, it was like clubbing the lion and then pissing all over it's face.
"So come on then, hurt me. Do it, you big bully. You killer! You're nothing but a murderer!" Bella spat crazier and crazier accusations, and Rosalie's nostrils flared on the last word.
"You weren't there. You don't know!" This gave Bella pause. Wait a second...didn't one usually say I'm not a killer...why was the blonde's response not that?
"What?" Bella asked quietly, her courage from before melting away in light of this terrifying realization.
Oh god.
She was trapped in a room with a murderer.
A real one.
Her feet gave out underneath her and she landed harshly on her butt on the mattress, her mouth gaping open. Rosalie now towered over her again, hand tight on the blade.
"What?" she asked again and the blonde let out a shaky laugh.
"God, Bella. Why do you do this to me? After I lost Alice, my heart was broken and you were putting it back together. But you're right, why would anyone want to be in a relationship with someone like me. With a big bully. With a killer." Rosalie covered her face with her free hand and her shoulders were trembling as her voice took on an airy quality.
"God, what am I doing with my life? Why did I think I could be normal? I should have given up a long time ago."
"Rosalie?" Bella reached out a tentative hand, wanting to...she didn't know, reassure the blonde?
"You're right. We should end this." The blonde took away the hand from her face, her voice filled with an insane amount of self loathing and Bella flinched back at this action, withdrawing her own hand. What was the blonde going to do now? Was she going to leave?
The blonde moved the blade-to hide it, Bella thought with relief. But instead the girl lifted it up to her own neck and before Bella could so much as blink, the weapon was tasting flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.
It splattered onto Bella's white shirt and onto her face, and Rosalie dropped to her knees, the knife clattering heavily to the floor as her hands instinctively came to her neck to try to contain the life force seeping out between her fingers. She looked up at Bella, cherry red blood coming from her mouth. She gave the stunned brunette a bloody smile, bubbles erupting around her lip corners. "I'm ending this Bella as you asked. I'm sorry for everything I did to you and to my family. Tell them I'm sorry," she struggled to say, coughing harshly at the end, more blood falling to the floor.
Bella's face had only become more horrified with each passing second, and her quivering mouth had gradually opened wider and wider until a scream ripped from her throat.
"Rosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalie!"
A/N: Anyone shocked by Rosalie's actions? Given Rosalie's diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder, her actions fit well into the categories. BPD patients crave interpersonal relationships, yet they fail to keep them because of their erratic behavior. One day they can totally be in love with the person and the next day hate their guts. Therefore Rosalie, who had one such failed close relationship with Alice craved to create one with Bella, or had thought at the least she had found a person that wouldn't leave her but she was wrong. When she saw Bella no longer want to continue this she threatened to keep the girl from leaving and when that didn't work she turned on herself. Suicidal tendencies are also a huge factor of having BPD, and just because Rosalie didn't make any attempts previously, it doesn't mean she wouldn't at some point in the future.