I do not own any of the Twilight characters, or any part of the Twilight Saga. All things in the Twilight Saga belong to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N: I am so sorry for the super-long wait! I've been super busy, I then I just kind of lost the feel of the story. However, I hate it when someone abandons a story, I while I can't guarantee that I won't, I had a partially written chapter on my computer taunting me. Please tell me if this chapter seems good or not. Also, while not super-intense there is a little bit a language, and violence in this chapter, so if you aren't ok reading it, skip it, the book gives a pretty good idea of what happened to Rosalie. My version isn't terribly graphic and the swearing is very little, but I wanted to warn you. But don't skip the whole chapter. *Adriana*

"I was so excited to get married. Your joy made me think of it."

"You and Emmett are, like, perfect for each other." I said, thinking of Jacob and I.

"I'm not talking about Emmett and I. I was on the brink of marriage to Royce, a rich boy who worked at the bank my father worked at. He was an incredibly eligible bachelor, and I was smitten. I wasn't in love, no, I didn't experience love until I met Emmett, but I was in love with the belief that was in love. I had slowly gotten to know him through parent-chaperoned dinners and strolls, but apparently I only knew one side of him. Around my parents, Royce was a charming, charismatic, and overall incredibly sweet, romantic man. He was, in essence, a perfect fairytale Prince Charming. I couldn't believe my luck when he proposed to me. Awfully quickly, I thought, we had only been courting for three months, but that still didn't set off the warning bells. He picked me! I don't know if you had that feeling when Jacob asked you?"

"I still don't see why he wants to spend the rest of his life with me."

"Do you believe it though, or does it feel like you're living in a dream?"

"More like a nightmare," I muttered, nodding towards the heated conversation my mother was having with Alice.

"Well, my family was eager for me to marry a rich bachelor, I'm sure Bella and Edward will come around, they, well Bella likes the dog."

"Rosalie, -"

"No, Nessie, don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you, I really am, and I'll continue to put up with him if he makes you happy."

"He does. But, I don't understand your story. All this happened when you were still human?"

"Yes, I was, and I loved life. I was ecstatic when he proposed, because I had always dreamed of getting married, and having two perfect, beautiful babies. I knew I wanted a boy and a girl, and I already had names picked out. And, now I had found their father. I didn't look forward to a career, like girls do nowadays. I only wanted a family, and to be someone's perfect little wife. Yes, that was my dream. I wanted to be a wife and a mother, that was all I wanted. Several of my friends had already gotten married, and had beautiful, bouncing babies, and I wanted to have a life like theirs, with a husband to come home after work each day with a kiss for me, and to have little children who depended on me, and needed their "Mama". I had never been needed by anybody, my parents wanted what was best for me, I'm not sure they ever saw me as anything but a way to have an even higher social standing, I didn't have a childhood full of hugs and kisses like you. I wanted to be needed by somebody, I wanted my children to need my to care for them, my husband to depend on me to keep this house clean and make him a satisfying meal each night. I thought that being depended on was love." She said, with an almost wistful look on her face. I knew she loved Emmett with her whole heart, but I now realized that something she had always wanted was missing from her life.

"You wish you could have kids, don't you? You wish you had never been changed."

"I used to think that, Nessie. Before I met Emmett, I hated my life. I even-", her voice had become ragged, and she struggled to say the words." I think I hated Carlisle. When I realized what I had become, and that I could never have the life I looked forward to for so long, I wished he had left me in that gutter, in that awful place, to die."

"Wait, what do you mean "in the gutter"? Rosalie, what happened?"

"I was coming home from, my friend's house, on the night before my wedding. I was even more excited for my own wedding, because we had been playing with her six month old baby, May. May was a sweet, bouncing baby girl, who was constantly on the lookout for her mother. If her mother left the room, May would start fretting, and sometimes cry. I couldn't wait until I was the only one who could calm my own little bundle of joy. As I was walking down the street, towards my parent's house, I saw a group of men, who had obviously been drinking. I was concerned for my safety, my decided not to bother crossing over to the other side of the road. I knew the neighborhood, and besides, I was nearly home. That was the worst decision of my life, Nessie. As I approached the men, I heard one call out to me. "Hey Rosie, come here and show these boys what they're missing out on!" I then recognized Royce to be one of the men there, and by far the drunkest. Royce, who had always been so polite and proper, was now piss drunk. He grabbed me, and pulled me into the middle of the circle of men. He started unbuttoning my coat, and I couldn't say anything. It felt like my words were stuck in my throat.

My coat fell to the ground, and I felt Royce's hands come around my waist. He pulled me close. And all of a sudden his mouth was mashing up against mine, and I could taste the alcohol on his breath. I was so scared, this wasn't the Royce I knew, this was some rough drunk who wasn't like anybody I'd ever met before. I pushed him off of me; I didn't want this man kissing me.

I told Royce I expected to see him sobered up, and at the church the next morning, when, out of the blue, he slapped me. "You won't be telling me what to do, bitch." He said and then slapped me again.

You know what I thought of, right then? My first thought was, oh God, I'm going to have a bruise on my wedding day. Isn't that strange? I was worried about my appearance as I was being beaten by my fiancé.

"You're mine! I'll be the one telling you what to cook, and when to come to bed, and you'll listen to me, bitch! You understand? My wife isn't going to tell me what to do! Your job is to do whatever it takes to please me, and you won't be ruling over me, got that?" This wasn't something I expected to hear from Royce. He continued to shout at me as he hurt me, and at some point I fell, and his friends started kicking me to. It continued, for how long I don't know, and I passed out. The next thing I remember is the pain when I was being changed."

I stared at her, speechless. Rosalie, who always seemed so perfect, so in control of her life, had went through that?

"Rose, that's terrible," I started, not quite sure of what else I could say.

"I used to think so to, Renesmee. But, it's what allowed me to meet Emmet, and that's the most important thing that's ever happened in my life."

"You really love him," I say, smiling as I think of their strong, passionate relationship.

"Yes, I do. Now, the question is, do you feel the same about Jacob?"

"Of course! He imprinted on me, it's obvious." I exclaimed, incredulous that she could doubt our love.

"Nessie, do you love him, or has growing up with him, and learning about his imprinting on you made you love him. Do you love him because he loves you so strongly, or do you love him of your own accord? Would you still love him if he hated you? If he left, and said he never wanted to see you again, would you still feel the same way about him?"

"I-I can't picture living without him. I would love him even if he didn't love me. I can't imagine being without him."

"Good. I wanted to make sure. I don't want you making a mistake, I didn't think you were, but I needed to know you didn't love him because you thought you had to."

"I don't. I love him because it's right."