Welcome back to Chapter 25 of: Missing Person!
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-Chapter 25-
Rosalie's POV
I observed as Bella said her last words to Edward before they all left to go back to Forks. She looked absolutely heartbroken, like everything else around her disappeared and she was lost and abandoned by the only person that could help her. She was really upset and she did not want Edward to go. Edward had the same expression on his face; it mirrored Bella's.
"Can we...can we go to your room?" Bella whispered, timidly.
"Oh of course!" I exclaimed, a huge smile spreading across my face. I adored my room, it was my most favourite place to show off in the entire house. It had all my paintings strung on the walls, pretty white crystal lights bordering the window and if you look out the window, there's an amazing view! I love my room and its to die for, not to brag or anything.
"So, it's just you and Emmett that live in this house?" She asked me, looking around my room.
"Yeup." I responded.
"Where are your parents?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me.
"Oh, they aren't, um, alive." I said, a little nervously. I didn't know how to word it properly.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Oh don't worry about it. Stuff happens." I shrugged, hoping this conversation will end quickly.
Our parents died a few years ago due to an incident. I don't really like talking about it because I miss them both very much and it pains me every time I have to think and talking about them. Sometimes I wonder why it had to be them. But I had to remember that my family is no different from any other and that this is the real world. Not a fantasy.
"You have the new Taylor Swift album." Her eyes widened with glory as she picked up the CD from the pile of others that were spread across on my homework desk.
"Oh yeah! I just got that a week ago." I smiled.
"Can I play it?" She asked.
"Sure! The CD player is just there, on the nightstand." I gestured to the little black table next to my enormous bed.
She walked to the player and popped the CD in. She set it on shuffle and it randomly played to the song Red. As it came on, she began to hum and then just started to sing along!
"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passion as a sin ended so suddenly. Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the freefall. Like the colours in Autumn so bright right before they lose it all. Losing him was blue like I'd never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met. But loving him was red. Loving him was red." My eyes widened as I listened to her sing. She was really good. She had a very soft, melodic voice and it was the kind of voice you would actually want to hear if you were feeling really depressed and wanted a soft song to cheer you up. It was glorious.
"Bella..." I breathed. "You're really good."
"Oh, thank you." She blushed. "I don't usually sing in front of others."
"Well, you should more often. You really are great." I encouraged.
"Thanks." She murmured.
After a long, quiet pause. I started a round of twenty questions.
"Hey Bella?" I asked.
"Yes?" She said, quietly humming to the song.
"Do you have any siblings?" I questioned, gawking over at her.
"No. I kind of screwed my mom up after she had me." She laughed. I laughed along with her. I reached out toward her and she flinched at jumped back, panting rapidly.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I got you scared...I was only trying to pat you." I said, feeling a little nervous.
"I-uh..." She pulled her hair and then let go.
"Are you okay?" I asked, frowning ferociously.
"Rosalie. I figure that since we will be spending a lot of time together and that we probably won't ever grow apart...I should tell you this now." She said, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers.
"You can tell me anything. I know I'm not a close friend or anything but let's face it, all of us has gone through a lot and my brother is really fond of all of you. He might even ask you guys to move in!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, okay. Well..." She hesitated.
"You can tell me anything." I said, looking reassured.
"I've been abused."