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That night Esme had made a mouth-watering feast for Rosalie. While the other children giddily dug into their meals (even little Alice) Rosalie simply stared at her plate. Esme looked distraught and I held off telling her Rosalie had barely eaten all week for later.

"Do you want me to cut up your roast for you Rose?" I asked her gently.

She shook her head, "No thanks. I can cut it by myself"

Rosalie-despite her situation-was fiercely independent. I expected it was because she'd practically raised herself. Unfortunately my question brought attention to Rosalie's lack of appetite. Emmett scooped his fourth helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"Don't you like my momma's cooking?" Alice asked in a curious tone, speaking her mind as usual.

"Alice," Esme scolded as Rosalie's shoulders slumped.

All the children's eyes were fixated on Rosalie, awaiting a response. I didn't miss the way Edwards eyes traveled over her visible bruises and cuts, poor Rose looked like someone had used her as a punching bag. Jasper was giving her a calculating look-as if he were trying to figure out a difficult puzzle.

Just as I was about to break the tension and reassure Rosalie she didn't need to explain anything she glanced up and spoke.

"I don't feel like eating." She said softly.

Esme and I shared a sad look. The rest of the children seemed to snap to their senses and stopped questioning her. They accepted her answer, and then continued on with supper and their quiet chatter as though nothing had happened.

Unlike the rest of my family, I didn't miss Rosalie's quiet whisper.

"Not anymore."

Everything in Carlisle's house was very different from the type of house I was used to seeing. All the houses I'd ever visited with my parents had been large and clean looking like my own. Carlisle and Esme's house was different, it was big like mine but filled with more things- like toys, book shelves and a couple scribbly drawings put up on a bulletin board and picture frames with various family pictures in them everywhere. My parents liked my house clean, we didn't keep toys or old drawings or pictures of our family on our wall.

Carlisle had introduced me to his four kids before supper but I wasn't sure if I liked them yet, I hadn't been around many people my age. I only knew friends of my parents and the few children I did know I'd never gotten along with. Sometimes I have the feeling I was only around because my parents friends were all having kids at the time and they wanted to fit in.

Jasper keeps staring at me and Alice looks like she's about to burst with questions. I wouldn't like other people coming to live with me in my house, I thought to myself. Emmett says things that make everyone laugh and Edward rolls his eyes a lot. After supper Esme and Carlisle told us we could go play in the living room while they cleaned up all the dishes. At my house our maids did all the cooking and cleaning-it was strange to see people like them doing dishes, I wasn't used to being in a home that didn't have maids. As far as I could tell they weren't poor.

I wasn't sure if playing was a good idea, I'd already broken so many of my parents rules in the past week and all I really felt like doing was sleeping. The tall boy with curly black hair-Emmett-seemed very involved in the game he was playing. I settled on the couch across from him, it was interesting to watch. He had some sort of controller and leaned left and right very enthusiastically when he turned the car on the TV screen.

"So Rose, you like video games?" He questioned enthusiastically as his next race loaded.

My face turned a little red, I hadn't meant to stare. Eventually I shrugged in response.

"I've never played one before." I told him truthfully.

He looked at me disbelief. Horror filling his eyes.

"I've got to show you. By the way before I forget do you like baseball?" Emmet asked seriously.

"I will try baseball if you want." I offered meekly as I sat beside him and he handed me a controller that matched his own.

Emmett's face lit up and I felt good that I'd made him happy.

"Hey Rose?" Emmett said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really happy your safe now. I know you might be scared but my mom and dad are really nice and I promise we all are too. We won't let anything happen to you."

I smiled, "I know."

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