Chapter V
"Carlisle, Edward, what do you think about when I say that I touched someone?"
"That you either inspired them or…" Carlisle responded. "That you physically touched them on the arm perhaps."
"And you Edward?"
"Same."
"Well apparently, Rosalie has a much more disturbing definition of the word." Emmett informed. "She thinks it means…"
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"You would never do that, Emmett." Jasper stated. "I know you wouldn't"
"You wouldn't either."
"I wonder what prompted, Rosalie to say that." Carlisle imparted.
"I don't think she meant it." Brann objected. "Angry people say things all the time that they don't mean."
"I think you're right, nephew." Emmett replied.
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"I must be a horrible mother."
"He's a fine young man of physically twenty-seven. You must have done something right." Esme Imparted.
"The Rowbins must have done something right. Not just something, a lot of things." Alice responded. "And for that I have to thank them, I'm grateful for that."
Esme was silent.
"I don't even remember their birth, my own children's birth."
"You were just a scared little girl."
"I was fifteen." Alice corrected softly. "That's old enough to-"
"You were still a child." Esme imparted. "And one who had been very hurt, and not just physically."
"That's no-"
"You were sick." Esme replied somberly.
"In the mind." Alice uttered, then she added under her breath. "Insanity."
Esme shook her head. "No, Alice, honey, you were physically sick." She put a hand on her shoulder. "You had a fever. That's probably why you don't remember."
"Maybe." Alice reacted. "Still that's no ex-"
"It may not be an excuse, none of them are." Esme said. "Honey, but they are reasons."
Alice nodded agreeing.
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"You haven't changed a bit, Rosalie, when you were little you always hated the person who had something you couldn't have. And now you hate the person who has the one thing you can never have." Was what Brann should have said and he would have been right. But Rosalie would have hated him all the more.
"Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you really don't care." Was what Brann had actually said and it disturbed Rosalie all the more.
She heard Emmett sit down alongside her on the porch steps.
"Rose, you didn't mean what you said to me earlier right?" Emmett questioned.
"I'm sorry I accused you of being a molester."
"Apology accepted." He replied. "Did you mean it?"
"Sometimes I say what I don't mean." Rosalie informed. "Besides you would never do that, especially not to her."
"Do you despise Alice?" Emmett asked.
"I do, and every day I hate myself for it." Rosalie replied. "I'm so selfish."
"You're not selfish."
"Not selfish… I despise one of the few people who would never despise anyone. Over something that probably ruined her life."
"Brann and Eliza's birth did not ruin her life!" Emmett explained.
"I wasn't referring to them, I was talking about Karters."
"He didn't ruin her life, the sociopath destroyed her psychologically."
"You think I don't know that!"
Emmett was without a response.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm not a heartless bastard though." Rosalie admitted. "I do care. I may not be selfless but I do care."
"Of course."
"She's my sister, Emmett, one of the few people who actually wanted to be my friend." Rosalie responded. "I would have to be to most selfish person in the entire world not to care about what he did to her."
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"Aunt Alice?"
"Yes, Nessie."
"Aunt Alice, how are babies made?" Nessie queried.
"Well," Alice responded. "When two people are destined to have a baby. The stork will bring one."
"Don't they have to love each other?" The ten year old questioned.
She shook her head. "No, they don't have to … sometimes they don't."
"Why would a baby be born to two people who hate each other?" The little girl wondered.
"Well they don't hate each other, yet they don't love each other either." Was her answer.
"Do they hate the baby?"
"No, of course not. Sometimes the baby brings them closer together. Other times they are kept apart by other reasons."
"Like what."
"The Government."
Nessie looked at her strangely.
"Then there are those times when one of the parents, say the father, doesn't care about the child."
"Does the mother feel the same way?"
"No." Alice replies. "It's still her child and she loves him no matter what."
"That's kind of like what Uncle Emmett was saying."
"It is?"
"Yes, he told me that sometimes fathers hurt mothers and that sometimes the stork thinks that's love so he brings them a baby or two." Nessie told. "Is that true?"
"I'm afraid so." She was somber.
"It that what happened with my parents?" Nessie questioned.
"No. Your parents are two amazing people who loved each other very much before your birth." Alice answered. "And who love you more than they ever loved each other now."
"I love them two." Nessie responded and her aunt smiled at this.
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"You're probably right." Emmett replied.
"But, I am selfish though. All these years I've been hating Royce for the horrible thing that he and his cronies did to me. When it really wasn't that horrible, was it?"
"Of course it was horrible, Rose."
"Nothing compared to what Karters did to her."
"Violation is violation, equally horrible and equally wrong."
"Oh please, Emmett, you don't really believe that do you?" Rosalie reacted.
"Well what Karters did is slightly more disturbing." He admitted.
"Slightly- the largest understatement in all of history."
"And maybe it is." Emmett agreed. "But, don't think that I don't know that."
"Of course you know- You're a good brother, I'm a horrible sister."
"No, a horrible sister wouldn't give a darn or keep on telling her how she asked for it." Emmett objected. "Just like a horrible mother is one who couldn't care less."
"You meant that last part for someone else, did you not?"
"Yes."
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Carlisle was sitting on a chair reading, Ten Thousand Psychological Disorders, what he considered to be interesting read.
He didn't even look up when Alice approached him. "Have you ever heard of AwkBaHawk Syndrome?"
"No, I have not."
"Well its basically like forty different disorders, including Mania and Sadism, all mixed together."
"That's sounds crazy."
"Most of the things in this book are."
"Carlisle…" Alice started. "I killed him."
"What!?" He slammed the textbook shut right then.
"I killed him." She repeated.
He looked concerned. "In a vision?"
"No," Alice responded. "It was a very long time ago."
"When you were a newborn."
She nodded.
"Who was he?" Carlisle questioned even though he already had the feeling that he knew.
"He was his father…" Alice reacted. "And I killed him."