Chapter 5
I was currently in my home studio trying to write new lyrics for the collaboration. I wasn't sure of the melody. I was in the middle of trying to strum my guitar to get some type of inspiration when I heard someone knock on the door. "Hey Iz, can I come in?" I heard Rosalie through the door.
"Come on in!" I yelled back while strumming quietly on my guitar. From the corner of my eye I see Rose approach the ottoman next to the sofa. I noticed the anxiety in her face, I haven't seen it since the accident. "Hey Rose, are you okay?"
"Hey Iz." She stated softly avoiding eye contact while wringing her hands together, a nervous habit she picked up from me. "I feel that I owe you an apology about the way I acted today in gym class."
I quickly set my guitar to the side of me and grasped her hands in mine, causing her to look up at me. "Rose, there is nothing to be sorry about. You have every right to react the way you did. I know something happened between Royce and you, causing you to be very angry and skittish around pompous males. I may not know exactly what happened, but I do know that none of it is your fault. And when you are ready to talk about it Jasper and I are here for you." My voiced soft but filled with concern.
"Iz, I … um I am not really ready to talk about it, but I do appreciate you not pressing. When I am ready just know you will be the one I come to first. I honestly can't imagine where I would be without having you as a friend. You will always be my first and best girl friend I have ever had the joy of having a friendship with. You support me in ways no other one has. I love that our friendship is about building each other up and not tearing each other down." Rose smiled with tears streaming down her face.
"Rose, I am so grateful to have you as a friend. You were the first one to show me what true friendship was. You helped me with the scars of bullying, the scars of the emotional abuse and the scars of feeling not wanted. I will always be here for you no matter what." I stated with tears streaming down my face.
"Iz, give me a hug." Rose and I fell into each other's arms. Clinging on tight to each other just letting out tears run out. I have truly understood that I was loved and wanted when I met Rose who then introduced me to Jasper my for all intents and purpose, brother. We made our own little family, after Rose and Jasper lost their parents to a major car crash, I was there rock. Charlie saw how close we were and that it would be rough if we were split apart, so he took them in and became their guardian.
Jasper showed me how a true gentleman should treat a lady. I should feel like an equal, he would go out and buy Rose and I flowers when we were having rough days. He would let us sit there and cry, complain and eat until our hearts desire. He was everything to Rose and I, he was the one who would listen to everything we would say before giving his own opinion. He was all in all our rock within the fame that followed us.
Rosalie was my first real friend I had ever made. She showed me that I can be girly and badass at the same time. She inspired me to get in shape because I wanted to, not because of what other people were saying. She encouraged me to continue hunting, continue archery and continue learning because being a girl didn't mean I had to fit a certain mold. While I loved reading and writing, Rose showed me a whole other world, the mechanics of motor vehicles. We supported each other through our differences.
Rosalie and Jasper are my family and I would wish for anything else in this world. I was broken out of my thoughts to Jasper barreling through the door. "What's going on? Is this a cry feast? Do I need to go get the tissues, ice cream, and chick flics?" Jasper rapidly questioned. This caused Rosalie and I to break out into giggles.
"No!" We both shouted in between giggles.
"Jas, we were just talking about how much we loved each other." I stated.
"Oh, well if that's the case…" Jasper managed to get out before leaping onto Rose and I.
"Jasper, when did you get so heavy?" Rose asked in between breaths. Jasper slowly gets up and looks between us and his stomach.
"Are you calling me fat?" He asked with pouting lips.
Rose quickly rolled her eyes will getting up and walking toward the door and into the hallway. Jasper was quickly following her. "You never answered my question Rose! Am I fat? Like seriously fat?" Jasper questioned walking out the door towards Rosalie.
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I was finally alone, I can now finally finish writing my new song. I knew that I really want to incorporate family into this song. I am sure Hayley feels the same about her band that I do about Rose and Jasper.
I know they say you can't go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know, under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, and concrete poured,
And nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that, built me.
I really wanted to focus on how Jasper and Rose must feel about not being able to go back to their family home they grew up in. After their parents passed away, their Aunt Char and Uncle Peter, had to sell the home because their was no one able to take care of the property, while they were in Europe working on finishing renovating their new villa. They didn't consider about how much Rose and Jasper loved that place. This song also makes me think back to when I was a little girl living with my dad and how I enjoyed fishing and hunting with my dad and God Father Billy Black. I missed the simpler days where I didn't have to worry about the criticism and the bullying that followed into elementary school to middle school.
I knew when I finished this song, that it would be a big hit. I knew a lot of my fans and others out there can relate to this and would make this a song to remember.
