Chapter 3: The Mechanic

Rosalie sighed as she went to get her car. She went to the office, opening the door to find the guy standing behind the counter was the same mechanic who was fixing her car. "I'm Rosalie Swan, I'm here to pick up my car," she informed. He glanced at her, looking over his pile of paperwork.

"Yep it's all set and ready to go," he answered.

He placed the clipboard in front of her. "That's going to be $950," he informed, putting the pen behind his ear. Rosalie's mouth dropped.

"What?" she asked.

"Would you like for me to say it slower?" he answered.

She glared at him. "I…I don't have that much," she told him.

"Miss, I had to replace the transmission in your car," he told her.

"I didn't know a new transmission was going to cost that much," she murmured.

"Usually they don't. They usually cost around $1,400," he answered.

She stared at the bill closing her eyes. "My God can this week get any worse?" she muttered. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I don't even have that much in my savings though. I-I have a two-month-old to take care of. I can't pay for this with my rent and the rest of my bills," she babbled.

There was an awkward silence between them as she was staring at her bill. "What about $475?" he asked quietly. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"I'll knock off another half of the bill," he told her.

She stared at him. "What's the catch?" she asked. He patted his chin as he started thinking.

"You work here on Saturdays," he replied.

"I what?" she asked.

"You come here on Saturdays from 8-12 working on cars," he replied.

Rosalie looked at him as if he had grown an extra head on his shoulder. "It's only four hours of your day and it's only one day on your weekend. Think of it as paying off the rest of the bill," he explained. He shrugged his shoulders. "If you think you can handle it," he commented. She gave him a crooked grin as she went into the garage.

She had the guy open up the hood of his car and looked inside. "Your relief valve is shot and your oil filter needs to be replaced," she informed.

"Well little miss princess, you seem to know about cars," he commented.

She closed the hood. "During the summer my dad would fix this old blue truck that would sit on the side of the house and he taught me what each part in the car was," she answered.

"And yet you didn't know the prices to a transmission?" he asked.

"Listen it has been a really rough week and it just slipped my mind of how much this stuff costs," she replied.

Emmett chuckled lightly. "It's a deal," she told him. Grinning he shook her hand.

"Alright, you start Saturday," he informed.

Nodding Rosalie took the keys Emmett offered to her and left with her car.

That night, Rosalie was tossing and turning a little bit in her bed, beads of sweat appeared on her brow. "No…Royce…please…please," she begged. She started gripping the bed sheets under her in her dream. "No! Please! DON'T!" she screamed. She woke up with a gasp, sitting up in her bed. Sitting back against the headboard of her bed, she let out a small sob. Getting up from bed, she grabbed her phone. After waiting for a few rings, the phone was finally answered.

"Hello," a tired voice answered.

"Dad?" she said quietly.

"Rosie? What is it? What's wrong?" Charlie asked awake.

"Dad…" she started.

She looked at her daughter who was asleep in her crib. "I want to come home for a few days," she said quietly.

"Your room is waiting," Charlie answered.

The next day, Rosalie pulled up to the house as Charlie walked out. "Hey there," he greeted. Rosalie smiled a little as she got out of the car and went to get the baby from the back. "I'll get her," he assured her.

"Do you remember how to get a carrier out of the car?" she asked smiling a little.

"Rosalie I might be older but I'm able to remember how to get a baby out of a car," he assured her chuckling.

Rosalie watched as Charlie tried to get Maggie out of the car. Laughing she reached under the carrier, undoing the bottom part. "Okay you got one of the fancier carriers," he commented. Rosalie laughed a little as he lifted the carrier up by the handle and went inside after Rosalie got her bags out of the back.

Charlie led her upstairs to her old room. "I moved my stuff from the shelf so you can put your bathroom stuff in there. Your room is basically how you left it but I added the crib and the old rocking chair in there," he explained.

"Dad, I'm only staying a few days," she pointed out.

"Well…you always know that my door is always open whenever you need help," he answered.

They walked in the room and Rosalie looked around. Her room was still painted the violet color that she had done years ago when she was still in high school. Old drawings were still up on the wall and her bed was still the same. The crib was by the window with the rocking chair in the opposite corner. "I added a computer in here…don't know if you'll need it but I thought 'what the hell'," Charlie commented. He put the carrier on the bed. "Let's see if getting her out of the actual carrier is a puzzle," he added. Rosalie put her bags down as Charlie tried to find the button to undo the straps around his granddaughter.

"Dad…" she started.

"Nope, got it," he announced when the buckle finally came undone.

He lifted Maggie up with a smile. "Rosalie, did you bundle her up enough?" he quipped setting the baby on the bed to get her out of her mittens and jacket.

"Dad this is Washington State, it's cold," she answered.

Chuckling softly, Charlie got the baby out of her jacket, her mittens, and the hat. "Your mother used to do that. It'd be sunny outside yet and she'd have you girls all bundled up like it was 20 below zero," he commented. Rosalie smiled as she sat down on the bed while watching her father cradle the baby in his arms. "So just a few days huh?" he asked.

"Yeah…I need to decide on a few things," she replied.

Charlie nodded before placing Maggie into the crib. "I am glad you did come home, even if it is for a little while," he told her. He kissed her forehead, resting his hand on her shoulder. Rosalie closed her eyes, letting out a sigh.

"Thanks, dad," she answered.

There was an awkward silence before he left her alone.

That night, the Swan house was quiet. Except Rosalie started tossing and turning in her sleep again. "No…Royce please…please! DON'T! NO!" she screamed. Charlie hurried into the room.

"Rosie, Rosie," he whispered, shaking her.

Rosalie let out a gasp. "Shh, shh, you're okay baby," he assured her. Rosalie let out a sob, pressing her hand against her forehead.

"I'm sorry I woke you up dad," she said quietly.

The older man sat on the edge of his daughter's bed. "I'm just surprised you didn't wake the baby," he commented. Rosalie sniffled and Charlie wiped a tear from his daughter's face. "Well, also reminds me when I'd get up half the night with you," he added quietly. He sighed softly as he looked at his oldest daughter and child. "I'd sit there all night, not caring if I had to get up in like two hours or even an hour later. I'd sit in that old rocking chair just holding you, even coddling you," he said chuckling.

Rosalie was silent as she looked at him. "I don't know what Royce did to you. Honestly it scares the Hell out of me just thinking of what he might've done to you," he said quietly. She turned her head, looking at the wall. Knowing she wasn't going to talk, Charlie let out a sigh. "I love you," he told his daughter before getting up from the bed and leaving the room again.