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Rosalie POV

Carlisle and Esme don't come after Edna leaves. I'm left all alone in the white walled room filled with the sound of beeping from a few machines that Carlisle told me were being used to make sure I wasn't in pain. Weird. I didn't understand lots of the things doctors asked me to do; why do I have to say 'ahhh' when they ask me to open my mouth? Why do they have to give me needles all the time? Luckily I trusted Carlisle a lot, and I knew he'd make sure all the doctors looking after me would do a good job. He was the smartest doctor ever. Now that he was gone, I was worried about what would happen. I can feel panic beginning to grip my heart and I

Being alone was something I was accustomed too. I'd spent many long gruelling hours sitting on my bed and thinking; with nothing but the steady tick of the clock and my mind to keep me company. But never have I ever felt myself craving the presence of another before. Not like I do right now.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture I was at home with my family. I thought about Samantha and her parents, Billy and even Jake. If I was taken away like Edna told me I was going to be, I would never get to see any of them again. Would any of them miss me? In a few years they'd probably forget all about me.

I was scared about what my future would hold. My auntie was too busy to take care of me, and why would she want to in the first place? I was the little girl who had been the start of all of her sisters problems. My mom and dads lives had been simple before I had come along. Instead of being the perfect little child they had dreamed of having I constantly made mistakes. Sure my aunt had never been awful towards me, but if she gave me up what would I do if my new family was mean?

My thoughts are interrupted when the door to the hospital room opens. For a fleeting moment I think it might be Esme, and my heart flutters with hope. After the moment is over I'm able to tell the woman is actually my Aunt Tanya. I'm still happy to see her, anyone is better then my social

worker. Edward would call Edna a bitch if he was here (which was a bad word but he sometimes said it when Carlisle and Esme weren't around, in this case I thought the word was fitting.)

"Hey cutie." She says, a forced smile on her face. "You feeling okay today?" She acts as though it hasn't bee months since we've seen each other.

I nod. My social worker had talked to me for hours. But when she continued refusing to listen to me I had decided to stop talking all together. I would speak again when I got to see Carlisle and Esme. I hadn't talked since yesterday morning, and -like promised- I wouldn't say anything aloud until I got to see my family again. Call me immature all you'd like, but it was the only thing I could do to prove how unhappy I was with what she was doing that she couldn't ignore.

"I wanted to see you yesterday, but they wouldn't let me in the room until all my background checks were completed." My aunt explains, sitting down on the edge of my bed slowly.

She looks out of place in the plain hospital room. She folds her hands neatly in her lap, careful not to touch anything.

"Carlisle and Esme seem like really nice people." She continues when she realizes she won't get any verbal answers from me. "Do you like living with them?"

I nod again. Wondering too late if me saying this will make her angry with me. But she doesn't look angry, and gives me a tired looking smile instead. I've never seen her look exhausted before, but today she definitely is. Even her expensive makeup can't hide the dark circles around her eyes.

"I'm going to help them get full custody of you." She eventually says. Her eyes don't drop from mine, and I know she's trying to gouge my reaction to the news.

My eyes widen and I grin at her. It's my first smile genuine smile in a while. But it'd also been a while since I'd gotten any good news.

"I want you to know-" my aunt begins. She takes a second to stare at me and gently lays her slender hand on top of mine. "I want you to know that I'm sorry. So so sorry. I had no idea that Royce would ever do such a thing and I know my sister isn't the best mom but I didn't think she was that bad. What I'm trying to say is... I'm going to do right by you, I promise."

I believe her, I just hope that my social worker believes what she says too.

Carlisle POV

After seven hours of researching and phone calls I still couldn't find a loophole to CPS' lawsuit against my family. We would have to fight for our case in court. My mind wandered to Rosalie's aunts phone number that I'd carefully tucked in my jacket pocket for later use. After discussing the issue with Esme we would decide what to do.

I decide to venture out of the hospital and return back to my family's hotel room so I could talk with my wife. Even though I hadn't been able to see Rose at all I still worry about being so far from her. It would be her first night alone in the hospital. What would happen if she had a nightmare? Who would read her a bed time story? I try not to think about it too much, as there isn't a single thing I can do to change it and worrying only makes me more upset.

I tuck my laptop under my left arm after zipping up my coat and walk towards the exit. When I see a man standing by the doors wearing a fancy jacket and supporting himself with two crutches I hesitate. There was something vaguely familiar about the man.

"Excuse me, are you...Reggie Moore?" I ask, hoping to confirm my suspicions.

"I am," he says with a tight smile. "I'm sorry but do I know you; what is your name?"

"You don't know me. But I've heard about you. I'm Rosalie's foster dad, Carlisle Cullen."

"It's nice to meet you. How is she doing?" The well dressed man asks, looking guilty.

"She's healing." I tell him. "The police said you saved her life."

"No. It wasn't enough. I should've known something was wrong sooner, I could have prevented the whole thing." He shakes his head lightly.

"Im very thankful for you helping her. How about you, are you healing?" I ask. From what I heard he had received some superficial knife wounds while fighting off Royce. His foot also appeared to have been broken- probably the result of someone stomping on it.

"I'm fine, it was Rosalie I was worried about. I tried to stop Royce but I lost consciousness. Next thing I know I wake up in the hospital." He laughs humorously.

"You did a good job. Without you Rose might not have pulled through." I told him honestly. "Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"That's okay, thanks for offering but I have a ride." He looks out the window and quickly smiles back at me. "She just pulled up now." He tells me, gesturing to the blue Honda Civic pulled up in front of the door.

I smile back at him and we exchange our good-byes, me promising Rosalie would come visit him sometime once she was all healed up. A young woman I assume is his girlfriend helps him take his backpack off and get in the affordable car. Although I know for a fact Reggie is wealthy he looks perfectly content in the with the beautiful woman. Not all people with money were horrible people.

I stuff my hands into my pockets and briskly walk towards my parked car, silently wishing Rosalie's parents had been as friendly and gentle to her growing up as Reggie (a man who also had everything) did.

Next chapter is more then half done and will be published next week at the latest. Please support this story in whatever way you can, hope you all have a terrific day and had a wonderful thanksgiving if you celebrate it. I'm beyond thankful for my life and everyone in it (including all you!)