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Today I realized that I don't own Twilight, and am not Stephenie Meyer. I DO however own this story, which is second best to owning Twilight. MLIA.

Week 15-February 2

Everything felt very different without Rosalie. Even though there was still five of us, things just felt wrong. Rosalie's room sat untouched, staying just the way she had left it. Esme said that Alice or I could take it, but we both agreed that it wouldn't be right. It was Rosalie's room, and she wouldn't want to come home and find one of us in it.

It had been one week and two days since Rosalie left, and things were just beginning to get back to normal. My stomach seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and it was beginning to get hard to hide it. I could wear baggy sweaters, but then I just looked fat.

Esme came and knocked on our door, telling us to get up. Just like every other morning, I sat up and said good morning to the ultrasound picture on the wall. My morning sickness was still as bad as ever, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand it.

I got dressed then went down to the kitchen. Edward and Emmett were both there, so I just said hello, then went to the fridge. Edward smiled at me, and I subtly smiled back.

"What are you two all smiley about?" Emmett asked. I stiffened, and saw Edward do the same thing. We were trying to keep this from the family for as long as possible. What, with everything else going on we didn't think we needed to add anything to the pile of stress.

"Nothing." We said in unison. Thankfully Emmett dropped the subject, and went back to his breakfast.

When I got to school Angela was waiting by my locker for me, just like in the olden days. Having her back on my side made my days a lot easier to get through. "How was your weekend?" She asked as we walked towards English.

"Oh you know," I shrugged, "Same old."

Angela nodded. "Yeah, same here." I still hadn't told her about Rosalie, and to be honest I wasn't planning on ever telling her. She hadn't exactly proved her friendship over the past few months, and besides, two months from now I'd be gone, never to see her again.

We walked into the classroom and Mike Newton stood up, "Hey look!" He shouted, "It's Fudgey the Whale!" He laughed, pointing at me. I bit my lip, and held my head high. I knew that these comments would be made, I just never really anticipated how much they would hurt.

"Hey Bells," Mike smiled, "Maybe if you weren't such a whore you wouldn't be in your Whaley state."

When he said that something inside of me cracked. I could handle Whale comments, but calling me a whore is taking it a step too far.

"Take it back!" I demanded, walking towards him.

"Make me." He smirked.

"God help me Mike, take it back, or I will make you."

"Ohh." He cowered in mock fear, "I'm so scared of the beluga. What are you gonna do pudgy, sleep with me?"

That was it. Once he said that I lost control and the room turned red. "Fuck you." I spat, moving closer to him. He opened his mouth to say something back, but before he had the chance to I hit him square in the face.

"Jesus!" He spat, falling backwards. His hand flew to his bleeding face. "Crazy bitch hit me." A group of kids rushed over to him.

I don't know if it was the anger, or the adrenaline, or just the stupid pregnancy hormones, but tears were streaking my cheek.

At that moment Miss Anderson walked into the room. She gasped when she saw the commotion. "Whats going on here?" She asked, rushing over to us.

"Bella hit me." Mike said at the same time that I said, "Mike was saying horrible shit about me, and I wasn't just gonna sit here and take it."

"What?" She asked, confused at our jumble of words.

"He called me a whale and whore and stuff." I said, at the same time that Mike said, "Bella just jumped me."

Miss Anderson helped Mike up, and told us that she wanted to talk to both of us in the hall.

"Bitch broke my nose." Mike moaned.

"Man up, Mikey." I said, "I didn't hit you that hard."

Miss Anderson followed us into the hall, and closed the door behind her. "Tell me what happened, one at a time. Bella, you first."

"I walked into the room, and Mike started making all these jokes about me being a whale and shit, and then I told him to stop, and then he said that if I wasn't such a whore this never would have happened, and then he said I'd just sleep with any old creep, and I warned him to shut up, and he kept making fun of me, and taunting me, so I hit him in the face."

Miss Anderson nodded. "Mike, does that sound accurate?"

"She attacked me!" He yelled.

"Damn straight." I nodded. "I told you to shut up."

Miss Anderson sent us both the office, and we both ended up with a three day suspension. And just as I had suspected, Mike's nose was not broken, just bleeding.

Esme came and picked me up from school, not saying anything the whole way home.

"Just say something." I begged at last, "I can't take the silence. Just tell me you're disappointed in me, or that I should have just walked away, or something. Anything."

"It wasn't fair of Mike to say those things." She said at last. I thought she would add something, like 'But you shouldn't have hit him,' but she didn't say anything else.

The next three days were actually very relaxing. I caught up on homework and my sleep, and forgot all about the stupid boys at school. Friday I was allowed to go back to school, but since I had another Doctor's appointment, Esme kept me home the whole day. The doctor told me that the baby seemed to be developing properly, and, to my relief she told me my morning sickness should begin to let up soon.

The doctor also booked me an appointment for another ultrasound for the week of the 20th. It would be at the appointment that I could find out the baby's sex. At this point I really think it could go either way. I don't really care, as long as it's healthy.

Week 16-February 9

The weekend was pretty quiet. Saturday it was snowing lightly, and by Saturday night it was a full on blizzard. We stayed inside and watched movies, and except for the fact the Rosalie wasn't here, everything felt perfect.

By Sunday the storm was so bad that the power had gone out. We lit candles and huddled around the fire place, telling stories and roasting marshmallows.

Monday morning the snow was still falling heavily, so school was canceled. One thing that happened Monday morning was the my morning sickness began to lessen. Instead of throwing up two or three times, I was just throwing up once. By Thursday, when school finally re-opened, my morning sickness was pretty much gone.

Friday after school Esme dropped me off at Laura's office.

"Hi." I said, plopping down on the couch.

"Hello." She smiled, coming to sit across from me. "So how are you?"

"I'm good."

She nodded, "Thats good. So let's jump right in. When we left off last time you said you were keeping the baby. Is that still the plan?"

I took a deep breath, "Yes, it is. I thought long and hard about it, and Esme and I talked about, and we came to a mutual agreement that yes, I am keeping the baby." I placed my hands on my expanding belly.

"Thats good. I think you will be a good mother." Laura smiled. "So, how are other things? How is school?"

"I got suspended last week."

"Oh, Bella." Laura shook her head.

"This kid was saying real nasty things about me, so I just gave him what he had coming." I shrugged.

"And what did your parents say."

"Not much, surprisingly. Things have been real though lately, what with Rose being gone and everything. I think that this wasn't really that high up on their priority list."

"How is Rosalie."

"She's okay. We talked to her last night. She's adjusting really well. I think she's on the path to getting better."

"I'm glad. So Bella, what about you. I know its been a wild couple of months, but are you getting better? I mean, a lot of horrible stuff happened before you came to the Cullens', and I know you don't like talking about it, but how are you feeling about that?"

I looked down at my hands, "I try not to think about it. I am a new person now, I have a new life, and new priorities. I can't spend all my time feeling sorry for my self, when I have another person I need to think of."

"Thats very mature."

"Thanks." I smiled. "It's weird though. Sometimes, in the middle of the night I'll wake up, and I'll think that this whole thing was just a dream, and that I'm back in some home, and it's awful."

"Thats normal Bella. It's only been less then six months. You can't be expected to just get over it, and forget what happened that quickly. I mean, its good that you're moving on, but it's okay to still be upset."

"I know it's okay. It's just scary."

"I know it is, but trust me when I say things will get better."

"I've heard that, and said that, a lot lately, and its starting to sound like real BS."

Laura laughed, "I know, but just hang on there kiddo, alright?"

"Kay." I smiled. "I'll try."

Week 17-February 16

Rosalie POV

I have been here almost three weeks, and I have to admit that it's really not as bad as I had though. When mom and dad had dropped me off I was convinced that they were leaving me at some crazy house, but it turned out to actually be a pretty cool place.

When I first arrived I was assigned a room, and a roommate. The first week was mostly spent just settling in, and getting used to the routine. The second week I was here I started my classes. And then in my third week I start group and individual counseling.

Monday morning my roommate, Grace, and I walked to the dining hall together. I still didn't eat much, but for different reasons then the other girls. Grace didn't eat because she thought she was too fat. I don't eat because I don't think that I deserve to eat.

We were in line with our trays, collecting just enough food not to not look suspicious, when Grace pointed to a tall blonde lady standing with another man. "That," She said, pointing to the lady, "Is Carol. She's our councilor. You'll meet her tonight at group."

I nodded, then followed Grace to our table. Both of our trays contained two pancakes, an apple and orange juice. I know though that we probably won't eat more than half an apple.

"Hello ladies." Carol walked over to us, and sat down next to me. "Hi Grace. Hi, oh, you must be Rosalie. I'm Carol."

"Hi." I smiled.

"Pretty good breakfast, huh?" She asked, eyeing our trays.

"Mhmm." Grace nodded. I just looked away.

"You're not eating much." She observed. My mouth dropped. She thought that this wasn't much? I would never allow my self to eat this whole tray, let alone any more.

"Well, uh..." Grace looked at me, and I looked at Carol.

"I'm sick. And I must have passed it onto Grace." Carol nodded in a 'uh-hu, I'm totally not buying that' sort of way,' but let it go.

"I'll see you ladies tonight." She finally said, standing up.

Once she was gone we dumped our trays and headed to class. School here is very similar to school back home, except all the students here are a) problemed and b) girls. Everyone who lives here either has an eating disorder, or has been abused to raped or all of the above. The teachers here are all really nice, and are pretty slack about the amount of work they give us.

5 o'clock rolled around, and Grace,and I headed towards Carol's classroom, where her group meetings were held.

We were the first to arrive, and we took our placed in the circle. Soon after six more girls filed in, and then lastly Carol entered. She started off the session by asking us about how our weeks went, and a bunch of the girls told her the funny things that happened in classes, or stuff like that. She then went around and made everyone introduce them selves to me. The group had eight girls: Mayble who is 13 and bulimic, Diana who is 15 and was abused by her boyfriend, Lindsay who is 16 and anorexic, Jade who is 13 and was raped, Tatiana who is 17 and is bulimic, Taylor who is 12 and was abused and then me, who was raped and is anorexic, and Grace, who is anorexic.

Once we were done that we got into the heavy stuff. Some of the girls had been here for a while and had made a lot more progress then I think I could ever make. Carol helped us get to the root of our problems, and helped us understand why we do what we do, and she showed us just how stupid it was.

Pat of me could see my self getting better by the time I left, but in the back of my mind I didn't think I could do it. I don't think I could ever forgive my self for letting what happened...happen.

As I was about to leave Carol reminded me that Friday night was my one on one session.

That night in our room, Grace and I stayed up talking. "I don't think I want to eat." Grace said.

"I do. I miss how I used to be. I want so desperately to go back to the way I was. I want to be able to forgive my self, I just don't know if I can."

"You can." Grace assured me. "I'll help you, and Carol will help you, and all of the other girls here will help you."

"Thanks." I smiled, then snuggled under my covers.

The next morning at breakfast Carol came over to me. "It won't hurt if you take an extra bite today. I know you think that you deserve to be punished, but you don't. It's not your fault."

Even though I didn't quite believe her, I took an extra bite. And then the next day another one. And then another one. And then, by Friday, I allowed my self to eat a whole pancake.

I told that to Carol at my one on one. "I'm eating more."

"Thats good Rosalie." She smiled widely. "What happened to you was horrible, but its not your fault. The boy who did this should be punished, not you."

"I should never have gone with him though." I told her.

"Maybe you didn't make the smartest choice, but he still had no right to rape you."

"I guess."

Carol and I talked for close to three hours, and when I crawled into bed that night I felt a little bit better. I felt like I was on my way to becoming me again.

Week 18-February 23

Rosalie POV

I still wasn't eating my whole meal, but I was slowly starting to eat more and more. Monday after school I went to the activities office and signed up for cheerleading and soccer. I shouldn't have to give up my whole life because of one stupid boy. Bella was raped, and she's moving forward with her life, so I should too.

By signing up for activities I feel like I'm starting to get control again, and this time I'm doing it the right way. Monday night we had group again, and this time I felt a lot more comfortable. I talked openly with the group about everything that happened, and to my surprise, they actually helped me.

Jade, who is a year younger then me, said that she went through the same thing.

"After I was raped, I felt disgusting. I didn't eat, and I started cutting, and I just wanted to die. I really felt like life wasn't worth living. My parents sent me here though, and I'm really beginning to understand that I shouldn't punish my self for the horrible thing that someone else did."

"I feel the exact same way." I said, "I just feel so stupid, like there's something I could have done to stop it."

"But you couldn't stop it." Jade said, "I know that now, and I also know that best thing I can do now, is to move on. Start my life fresh, and once I leave here, thats exactly what I'm planning to do."

When I left group that night I honestly felt a million times better. Things will get better. I know I've been told that over and over again, but now I'm really starting to believe it.

Tuesday and Thursday night I had soccer, and Wednesday I had cheer. It felt great to be part of a team. It made me feel really included, like people actually wanted me there. Once I get back home I think I'm going to keep up with sports, especially cheer.

Friday night I met with Carol again.

"I'm starting to feel a lot better." I told her. "I'm eating more and more everyday."

"I'm so glad to hear that." Carol smiled.

"Things aren't all better, and I know I have a long way to go, but for the first time in a while, I really truly do believe that things will get better." I know they will. My family has had so many bad things happen that there really can only been good things in store for us now. Right?

Thanks for reading! Sorry I didn't send out sneek peeks, I've been suppaa busy with volleyball. I think I updated pretty fast though, right? So what did you think??? PLEASE REVIEW!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! Review and I'll send you a sneek peek. I know this chapter was pretty fast paced, but I want to keep the story moving along. The next chapter will be a little slower and OMG WE GET TO FIND OUT IF THE BABY IS A GIRL OR A BOY! In your review post what gender you think it is. I'll dedicate the chapter to whoever gets it right. And SUPPA bonus points if you can guess that name. SO YEAH, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Come on people, lets get to 100 reviews, WE CAN DO IT! REVIEW PLEASE! Love Alice ^^