I tried to respond to all your reviews again, but for some reason my fanfiction won't let me! I'd like to take the time to say I'm incredibly grateful for every one of you. Please note that Rosalie's piece is meant to be confusing, hope you'll still be able to make sense of it.

Rosalie POV

When I wake up I feel dazed; is dazed a word? I'm going to say it is, I'm pretty sure I've heard adults use it before: but I can't remember who I had heard it from exactly. Actually; I can't remember much of anything. Strangely enough, I don't really feel worried. I probably should be; but I've actually never felt so free (at least I don't think I have.)

I'm lying in a bed, the covers are gold -kind of like in a fairytale- and super comfortable. The room is huge and everything in it looks really expensive; I wonder if a millionaire lives here, maybe even a billionaire!

A man walks into my room but my vision is too blurry to tell who it is. It probably was the man who took me, what was his name again, Robert? No, that wasn't it. Whoever he is he's talking to someone angrily, feeling my forehead with his hand like he's checking my temperature.

"I gave her too much. No, you don't need to come over here. She just needs to sleep it off or something. The cops won't find out anything, as long as you don't screw up." The man says.

I giggle. I'm not sure what I'm laughing about, and I don't really have any control over what I say or do. It's a weightless sort of feeling. A small part of my brain hears the conversation the fancy man on the phone is having, and tells me I should be worried. I decide to ignore it, because I'm really tired, and this bed is a very comfortable place for a nap.

Carlisle POV

I don't let go of Esme's hand until the paramedics force me too so they can properly check out her head wound. It's stopped bleeding but is big enough it needs stitches in order to heal properly. Esme asks them to stitch it up in the back of the ambulance so we can avoid an unnecessary trip to the hospital. I offer to stitch it up myself but the paramedic-Quinn: who is a friend of mine from work-says it'll be easier if he does it. I don't need to wait for Quinn to tell me to know that Esme has a concussion. Luckily the cure for a concussion is medicine and rest, two things I am perfectly capable of providing for her without too much trouble.

The police are interrogating the man Esme had at gunpoint. I hope that they will be able to find out where my little girl is, because I'm honestly not sure if I can handle her being gone for much longer. I had promised to protect her. I was terrified that Esme would have been killed had she not acted quickly, if Rosalie went through that; how could she possibly protect herself? She was just a little girl.

A police officer offers to give Esme and I a ride home. I begin to protest-because I can't just sit around and do nothing while my daughter is in danger-but the officer raises a hand and tells me the best thing to do is let professionals handle it. Once again, I feel useless.

I keep my arm wrapped around Esme's shoulders when we walk up the driveway to our two story home. The only evidence Esme had ever suffered an injury is the white bandage placed overtop of the stitches on her forehead, her pupils are slightly more dilated then usual; which is a result of the concussion and something that most people wouldn't notice. The smashed glass has been cleaned, and our door has been repaired. The front foyers carpet has also been cleaned, the blood stain that had been on it that morning completely gone; it is almost as if nothing had ever happened

Billy-the police officer who took care of all our kids and picked them up from school-really is good with children. Alice, Edward, and Jasper are absorbed in a game of hungry hippos when we walk in, and him and Emmett are seated on the couch together flipping through a stack of sports collection cards. A half eaten box of pizza is still on the dining room table; Billy has cleaned all the dishes from the day and placed them in the dish-rack to dry.

I'm overcome with gratitude.

"Mom; Dad! Guess what? Billy likes all the same players that I do! And he's got the same name as Jake's dad, isn't that cool?" Emmett jabbers as soon as he catches sight of us entering the living room.

"Yeah buddy, it is pretty cool." I tell Emmett. Holding back tears, I wished he could have met Billy under different circumstances.

"They've all had dinner and homework is done. I'm going to help out on Rosalie's investigation. We're stationing a couple officers outside of your house tonight, it's just a precaution." Billy explains; his tone sympathetic.

"Thank you." Esme says, hugging him.

Billy says the typical 'just doing my job' line, fist-bumps Edward and Emmett, tickles Alice, and ruffles Jaspers hair reassuringly before leaving.

All four of our children look at Esme and I as soon as the door closes, each look filled with questions; what's happening? Is Rose okay? What happened to Mommy's head? Why are police officers outside of our house? Does this mean we get to miss school tomorrow?

I sit down on the couch next to Emmett and Esme follows, sitting close enough that our knees are touching. I take a deep breath before explaining what had happened to Rosalie, I choose my words carefully and skip out on details that will only terrify my other children.

Alice is too little to truly understand what the term kidnapped means. So when I tell everyone that Rosalie has been kidnapped my youngest daughter looks me in the eyes and asks; "why can't we bring her back home?"

"If we could bring Rosalie home, we would. She's a part of the family." I tell my daughter reassuringly, forcing back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes.

"What are we going to do?" Edward asks, his face looks pale.

"The police are doing everything possible to get her back." I respond: feeling all four children carefully weigh my answer; I needed to be strong for my family.

"She's going to be okay." Esme says firmly, grabbing my hand and looking towards all of her children.

We sit in silence in the living room for a long time. Even talkative little Alice is speechless with worry.

Alice POV

I can't fall asleep, even with my favourite blanket and my night light on. Why did the bad man have to take Rosalie away from us? I couldn't understand it, she was very nice and she liked living with us, she'd even told me she did herself. But I guess it's because bad guys are meanies, and they don't care that they make people super sad when they do bad things.

Wherever Rose is I hope she knows I love her a lot.

Edward POV

I decided to hang out in my room for the rest of night. I had seen enough movies and tv shows to know all there was to know about kidnapping I hoped that the police would bring Rosalie back home soon and my family could have one of those ridiculously sappy movie moments where we're reunited with her and she's completely unharmed and we all hug. Okay, so maybe we could do with out the hugging and crying part; all I really wanted (needed) was for Rosalie to be okay.

My phone vibrates and I read the text from Samantha. Hey, how are u?

I want to tell her I'm not okay at all, but change my mind at the last second. I'm good thx, wbu?

My phone beeps again at her almost instant reply; No ur not...I heard about Rosalie.

With a sigh I begin to text her back. Your right. I turn off my phone, and try desperately to fight the urge to cry.

Emmett POV

Rosalie is a really cool sister. Alice is too, but she's still tiny so she can't do as much stuff with me. Rose plays lots of games, and I get to teach her lots of stuff. I hope she comes home in time to see my first football game of the season, she promised me she would come.

I'm not sure I understand what kidnapped means; is it what happens to people who talk to strangers? It couldn't be, because Rosalie is super smart, and I'm sure her parents taught her to never talk to strangers. I hope she doesn't stay 'kidnapped' for much longer, because I already miss her.

Jasper POV

My sister must be scared. I can't sleep at all, because I know that Rosalie gets nightmares, and who's going to comfort her when she can't sleep if me and my parents aren't there to help her? I wonder if she'll have one of the scary things my dad calls panic attacks again. I hoped Rosalie came home soon and that she was okay, because my family needs her just as much as she needs us.

It's been a L-O-N-G week; hope you all enjoyed. This is sort of a filler chapter, I promise lots happens in the next one.