Well I found a sudden insparation for this story, my friend is in the same boat as Rosalie in this story and this chapter was inspired by her and her twin brother! I like the realtionship I made for Rosalie and Jasper in this chapter and I hope you do to! Oh and if you don't like the idea of a mother hating her child don't read this!

I sat on my bed looking out the window, Tristan had his tiny hand wrapped around my finger an was making baby sounds. My mother told me my brother would be coming back today, he had been at a stupid boarding school then he went to Europe over the summer. Jasper was always an over achiever in school, it had been that way from the day we started school. Where I could count to 10 he was at 50, I learned my ABC's in a week he learned them in a day, was reading books with 20 pages thinking that was a lot he has a 100 page book, I got into high school with honors, his honors were so high he got sent to a private school with full honors.

Now that doesn't mean I don't love my brother, because believe me I do. However there is something about him that makes me want to scream and tear down all of his awards. The one thing I seemed to have over him was personality. He was more reserved and held back where I was bold and liked to stand out. My mother told me that I out shined him in personality even when we were babies. Jasper would be the only person I would actually trust when it came to Tristan or the truth about Royce, I didn't even trust my parents to keep him a secret but I did trust my brother.

As Tristan yawned I heard a car pull up and stood up almost knocking him out of my lap. I looked out the window and I saw my brothers car parked in the drive way, I had never been so excited to see him. Quickly I put Tristan in his crib and hurried downstairs where my parents already had the door open. My mother embraced him in a tight hug as my father patted his back, I could hear them saying welcome home and how wonderful it was that he was finally home. I felt the familiar sting of jealousy, they were never that excited about me.

Jasper moved away from our parents and smiled at me. He was like I was, tall, pale, blond and we both had the same beautiful blue eyes that I loved. We were almost mirror images and if we had been both girls or boys we would look exactly the same. I smiled back then his smile changed, he could tell something was wrong with me. Jasper and I had a connection, I knew when something was wrong with him and I knew when something was wrong with him.

I was thankful for what he did next, "My dear Rosalie!" He laughed and walked over to me hugging me. He knew something was wrong yet he didn't confront me in front of my parents. However as he embraced me he whispered in my ear, "Your telling me later."

I nodded, "Welcome home Jasper." I said laughing. My parents looked at me and my brother and smiled, from there stand point nothing was wrong, and I guess it might have seemed that way.

"Its good to be home, trust me." he said laughing. By the tone of his voice he was telling the truth, I knew by the tone of his voice when he was lying and telling the truth.

My mother walked over to us and smiled, "It's so good to have my baby home!" she said smiling at Jasper who rolled his eyes. "Oh don't you roll your eyes young man!"

I couldn't stop the laughter as I looked at my family; it was so much like it used to be. My parents and Jasper and I. They way it should be, not with him upstairs crying every time I turn around. Suddenly i realized that things would never be the same we would never be the same family that we were. Jasper still knew something was wrong with me, I could tell he knew every time he looked at me. The two of us always shared some sort of twin telepathy thing, both of us could tell when one was feeling something but not telling the other. At this moment I could also since something about my brother, he wasn't telling us something and well he was going to find out my secrete so why not find out his?

"So Jasper." I smiled and looked at him. "Isn't there something you want to tell us?" I asked grabbing onto his shoulders.

He looked at me and smiled but it was one of those smiles that clearly read, 'If they weren't in here you would be dead.' Kind of things. "Well I was going to tell you later but someone had to ruin it!" He looked back at me.

"What is it sweetheart?" my mother asked. You could hear the concern in her voice, after what happened to me she was probably afraid he got a girl pregnant. Though I knew the secrete wasn't that big but why not let her think of him as the bad child at least for a second.

"I met a girl at school and well I asked her to marry me." My mother cheered and my father smiled but I was frozen. He was getting married… he had a fiancée. I shook my head, he was the smart one who would become rich then find a girl later in life. I was suppose to be the one getting married right out of high school.

"Well that's wonderful!" my mother kissed his cheeks, "Where does she live? What's her name, is she nice?"

"Her family moved here before school let out." I could hear the happiness in his voice. He was crazy about this girl and anyone could tell. "Her name is Alice Cullen and she is very nice!" he laughed as my mother bombarded him with question.

I simply couldn't take it anymore; I headed upstairs to the nursery as I herd my mother say he had to invite her to dinner tomorrow. When I entered the room Tristan was still sleeping in his blue blanket. I sat in the chair and looked at him, he was the reason I would never find anyone to love. No man in his right mind would want a teenage mother for a girlfriend. I felt the tears run down my face as he started to move, fearing that he would start crying I picked him up and started rocking him slowly.

"So this is what you were hiding." I froze and looked behind me. Jasper was standing in the door looking at Tristan. I just looked down at my son and closed my eyes, "So you were with Royce last so I'm guessing it's his." He scoffed and laughed a bit. They never liked each other, Royce had once punched Jasper in the face for making a higher grade than him.

"Don't say his name." I said looking at Tristan, "I don't want to hear that name ever again." I would yell at most people who said his name. I didn't want to talk about him I didn't want to know anything about him.

Jasper furred his brow, "What happened Rose?" he asked taking a seat next to me in the chair my mother usually sat in. I shook my head and was about to put Tristan down but Jasper took him. I watched as my brother played with him, Tristan wrapped his tiny hand around Jasper's finger and giggled. As I watched Jasper smiled I wanted to hit him.

Why would anyone smile at that thing? "Leave it alone." I said taking Tristan from him and placing him in the crib.

"It?" I saw the look on Jasper's face and looked away from him. "I'm sure "it" has a name." The tone of his voice was slightly angry.

"His name is Tristan." I muttered quietly biting my nails.

Jasper stood up and walked over to me, he placed a hand on my shoulder, "Something is wrong Rosalie, I can tell." He sighed when I said nothing. "Fine I'm leaving."

He started to walk out of the room, "Wait." I said loudly. He stopped and turned to look at me. "Think of the worst thing you could imagine." My voice cracked as I whispered, "The worst thing he could have done." Jasper shook his head as he looked at my son.

"No." I could hear the anger in his voice. Jasper could be frightening when he was angry and he was angry.

I nodded and felt the tears fall from my eyes, "Yeah." I whispered as he walked across the room and hugged me tightly.

"I'm so sorry." He said as I cried into his shoulder. I wished my brother had never left, he would always keep me from letting Royce get to close. Now he was here again and I didn't plan on letting him go, at least not now.

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