BPOV

With Edward gone, Alice seemed to relax considerably. She noticed how uncomfortable I was in the bed.

"I'll ask Carlisle if you can get up," she said, excusing herself from the room. I wanted to shower and was all of my feelings away. She returned seconds later; Carlisle knocked politely before coming into the room as well.

"May I check your bandages?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, shifting my body to the side. He walked around the bed and gently lifted my shirt. He examined a few different things before decided I was okay to get up and move around. I could even shower, with Alice's help.

I was ecstatic, and I didn't even care about being embarrassed with Alice helping me in the shower. She'd done it before, this was nothing new. She helped me wash my hair and body and handed me a towel when I was finished.

"I'll leave you alone and let you get dressed," Alice said, suddenly acting odd. I eyed her curiously, but didn't object. While I was digging through the bags, I managed to find a pair of sweats. Even though they were designer and way too expensive, they were comfortable. I also found undergarments and white t-shirt. Alice thought of everything. In another bag, I found hair brushes, tooth brushes, makeup and hair products. Everything.

I dressed quickly and grabbed a comb to try and rip through my mess of hair. When I hit my first rat's nest, there was a quiet knock on the door. It startled me and the comb ended up being completely stuck in my hair.

"Um…who is it?" I asked, completely embarrassed.

"Bella, it's Rosalie. Can I come in?"

I was completely flustered. I desperately wanted Rosalie to like me, but did I want her to see me like this? I decided it was okay.

"Sure," I answered. She opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. She took one look at me and a small smile broke across her perfect face.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said, walking over to me to help with my hair. I was grateful for her help and sat down on the bed while she worked through the tangles. I didn't feel anything at all. After a moment of silence, her flawless voice penetrated the air.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here, actually talking to you," she stated. "I know, I've never really been nice to you, and I'm very sorry for that."

"Oh, Rosalie, don't worry about it," I said quickly, trying to save this conversation from going in the wrong direction.

"No, Bella, I do worry about it. And I've been killing myself over some way to make it up to you," she said, running her fingers through the nontangled section of my hair. "I thought maybe you could understand where I've been coming from if I told you my story, how I came to be a Cullen."

"If that's what you want," I said quietly. Edward hadn't ever mentioned Rosalie's beginning to me.

"I came from a rich family," she began. "Naturally, it was expected for me to marry someone whom my parents chose for me, someone who met their standards and was the perfect gentlemen who came from money. I never thought an arranged marriage was a bad thing; it was normal where I came from. After I got married, I tried to be the perfect wife, but nothing I did was good enough. I was his disappointment, yet he showed me off to all of his friends like I was a trophy."

She paused when the comb hit a particularly nasty knot.

"One night, we were coming home from a dinner party. He was drunk, as usual, and I was just trying to get us back safely. He was always so different around his friends; he'd degrade me, treat me like I was his servant. I wasn't expecting his friends to show up on our way back, but when they did, he turned into a kind of monster I didn't even know existed at the time."

This time she paused like was remembered it, living her memories again.

"He ripped my dress and tore the pins out of my hair. He kissed me in front of everyone and threw me to the ground, on full display for everyone to see as he has his way with me. And then he allowed his friends to do whatever they'd like. By the time they were done, I was nearly dead. Hypothermic, bleeding, broken. They left me there, and Carlisle found me not long after that. I'm sure if he'd come any later, I would have frozen to death.

"I'm so sorry…"I whispered, horrified. She finished my hair and handed me the comb.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Bella. It was a long time ago."

I turned to face her, feeling that there was more she wanted to say.

"When I heard about what was happening to you, the relationship you were in, I felt so guilty. I felt like this was partially my fault… Can I ask why you married him in the first place?" she asked. I suddenly felt like I trusted her.

"When I was with Dan, I forgot what it felt like to be loved. I forgot what it felt like when I was with Edward and all of you. Every time he hit me, every time he raped me or degraded me, was less painful than thinking about what happened." Something I said seemed to really upset her.

"He raped you?" she asked, rage laced in her voice. My chest tightened and I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"Over, and over, and over again," I whispered shakily. "There was nothing I could do." She stared at me in silence, her eyes screaming a thousand words. "All of that was less painful than thinking about the past. I was numb." She ran her hand through her golden hair.

"When I got pregnant, I started to feel something. Like maybe I would eventually be okay, because I knew I would love that baby with my whole heart. Then," I said, taking a deep breath. "He got angry one night. So angry that he beat me enough to cause a miscarriage. I told the hospital that I fell down the stairs, and they believed it." I hadn't realized I was crying now. "I wanted that baby so bad," I sobbed. "I wanted to forget about everything and just focus on her future. I wanted everything to be perfect for her, my little girl," and then I couldn't talk anymore. The words wouldn't come out. Rosalie pulled me into her arms and I clung to her, soaking her shirt with my tears.

She comforted me until I calmed down enough to be able to speak again.

"Is that why you're so attached to that little boy, Ian?" she asked.

"Oh, no," I answered quickly. "I love Ian very much, but he's Angela's son and I respect that. I'm his god mother, and I've been there since he was a baby. We just have a bond." She nodded in understanding.

"I want you to know that I accept you as a part of this family, as a human or as a vampire," she said. "There's no excuse for the way I acted toward you in the past, but things will be different now. I promise." I felt liberated, and apparently, so did Alice. She flitted happily in the room when Rosalie got up to leave.

"Sorry," she said, "I knew that talk was coming, so I left." She said, innocently.

EPOV

I thought, for a brief moment, that hunting might clear my mind. I was wrong. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the gut wrenching sound of Bella's car wrapping around a tree; I heard her paralyzing scream. Alice hadn't seen anything coming. I should have been there.

Waiting in the trees, I watched as a young mountain lion prowled a few miles ahead. I wasn't interested in hunting at all. Sure, I was thirsty, but it didn't matter.

When I finally got to her, seconds too late, the smell of her blood contaminated the air, making it hard to focus. I had to stop for a second to regain my focus. She was contorted between the metal fragments of the mangled car, protected between the safety of her seatbelt and deployed airbags. Her torso, however, was maimed and contorted from the jagged sections of the windshield that lodged their way into her skin. I choked on bile as I desperately thought about how to help her. There was just too much blood, I didn't trust myself to try and do anything. Instead, I summoned Carlisle while I tried to work past the anguish my mind was pelting the rest of my body with.

I heard her whimper, knowing she was in pain, and everything else vanished. The burning in the back of my throat was gone, the pounding in my head disappeared. All I saw was Bella, and I knew I needed to get her out. I was beginning to rework the car's metal around her body when Carlisle assessed Bella' situation. He checked to make sure she wasn't paralyzed, checked for broken bones, tried to gauge whether she would bleed to death any time soon.

He thought she had some broken ribs and a broken hand, but we both knew I needed to get her out soon. She was losing consciousness. I all but rip metal off of the side of the car to get to her. Her seat was tilted awkwardly, broken out of the original factory setting. I breathed a sigh of relief when she was safely in my arms, but my stomach knotted painfully when I realized how much blood she'd already lost. Anger coursed its way through my veins when I saw the serrated chunks of glass lodged inside of her.

Everything happened to so quickly after that. We raced home so Carlisle could perform any necessary procedures. I tried my best to remove as much glass as possible on the way there, but Carlisle removed mass amounts of it before stitching her up. Thankfully, Bella slept for the entire drive to the hotel. She needed the rest.

The mountain lion was getting further and further away, now. Sighing, I pushed off of the tree and sprang forward to find my meal.

BPOV

Alice helped me walk out of the bedroom so I could join the others. Emmett was camped out in the living room, his feet propped up on the sofa while he watched a football game. Carlisle was sitting at a large table, surrounded by books, Esme and Rosalie were what appeared to be the kitchen.

"I thought we were in a hotel," I told Alice.

"We are," she said simply. The girls appeared to be cooking something, so Alice led me over to them and helped me onto a bar stool so I could watch them.

"Hello, dear," Esme said happily. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," I said. It wasn't a lie. An hour ago, I felt like crap. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Don't be silly," she admonished. "You just relax. I'm not doing anything challenging here. Just because we don't eat doesn't mean I can't cook, you know," she said. I held my hands up in surrender and laughed. Everything felt so natural…except for the fact that Edward was gone. I was sure everyone had heard my conversation with Rosalie. I didn't mind, they were my family.

Alice flitted next to me and began to braid my hair. Her cool fingers were extremely relaxing against my scalp. Suddenly, her hands stopped moving.

"Edward's coming," she said. "He's not happy."

"Why?" I asked, panicked.

"He's hearing about the conversation you and Rose had earlier."

"Why is he mad?"

"He's angry with himself," she said quickly. "Not you." I sighed and felt my shoulders tense up.

"I should have told him," I whispered. "He didn't know."

Then the front door opened and Edward walked into the room, slowly, looking empty. He met my gaze and I knew I had some explaining to do.

AN: Hi everyone! I know Rosalie told her story a little differently here than she did in Eclipse, but I wanted it to be a little more relatable to Bella's story. I hope their reconciliation didn't seem too cheesy…

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