[Disclaimer] All things Twilight belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] I know it's been forever since I updated this story. It is still giving me a hard time but I don't want to give up on it yet. I love Alice's character in it so much.

Thanks to those of you who are still reading and check out my other stories too, if you have time. Maybe you'll like one of them.

*Chocolate Therapy*

Mom has forgiven Dad. I can't believe she's forgiven him. My hunger vanishes into nothing while I watch the two of them throwing kisses at each other at the dining table.

"Aren't you going to eat anything, sweetie?" my mother asks me, when she sees how I shove the Lasagna around on my plate.

"It won't do any damage if Alice skips a meal or two, especially since I fired that completely useless trainer of hers."

I drop my fork and try very hard to keep my voice calm when I speak up again.

"Bella is my friend and just for the record. I already lost some weight. The new dress I bought for prom is a size smaller."

"With whom are you planning to go there?"

"I don't know yet."

"She has a secret boyfriend but she's too shy to tell us who the young gentleman is."

"Mom! You are embarrassing me. Why do you have to tell Dad about this?"

"If you are dating someone we need to know. Are you being safe?"

"Safe about what?"

"They are asking if you use condoms when you let Prince Charming fuck you."

My face turns red in embarrassment and I feel like punching my brother into his grinning face. Rose is so obviously the mature one in their relationship.

"Emmett, stop talking like that. What kind of language is that anyway?"

"Just saying it like it is, Dad. Can I leave now? I'm supposed to pick up Rose from her cheerleader training."

"Do you think it's a good idea to continue dating the girl, Son?"

"Yes, I do, Dad. I love Rosie. It's not her fault that you and her slut of a mother couldn't keep your hands from each other. Maybe you're the one who should have been safe."

Dad sighs deeply, taking his glass to drink down the wine in one greedy gulp. He knows that Emmett is technically right.

"Just go, Emmett. But remember what we discussed."

What we have discussed is that it is best not to break the truth to Rosalie. She has an intact family and the fact that Dad is her biological father shouldn't destroy that safety.

When Emmett is out of sight, Mom turns to my father. She reaches out her hand and caresses Dad's blond hair with her fingertips.

"The boy is going to forgive you. He just needs more time."

"Maybe, he will. I'm happy that you have forgiven me. I love you."

"Can I go to my room? I don't like watching you slobbering around on each other. That's gross."

"I want you to tell us who your boyfriend is. It's someone from your school, isn't it?"

"Dad, please stop asking about him."

"Carlisle, she came home with a hickey a few days ago and then she is constantly pushing her curfew. That's so not her."

Yes, I was always the good child. The fact that I have a private life now is not something my mother seems to like too much.

"Come one, sweetie, tell us about him."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Alice, you don't need to be shy. Your father and I, we need to know that no one is taking advantage of you."

I stand up from my chair, wiping my mouth on a napkin.

"Mind your own business."

"Sit down, young lady. I don't like you talking to your mother and me like that."

"Sweetie, why don't you just tell us who the boy is who you are secretly meeting?"

"It's not a boy. Fine, now it's out. Your fat-assed disappointment of a daughter is gay."

"You're a lesbian? Are you sure? Since when do you know that? Carlisle, Darling, say something."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know. Just say something. If it makes her happy to be with another girl, we should support that. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, sure, it's not like we can do anything against it anyway."

Thanks Dad, you make me feel so loved and accepted.

"Can I go to my room now? I have tons of homework waiting to be finished."

"Is the girl you are dating from your school? Because I never had the impression you get along with most of your class mates. I bet she's someone special."

She is.

"She's not from my school. Please, Mom, can you just drop it. I don't want to talk about her. That's private."

"We want to meet her. Don't we, Carlisle?"

He nods his head, pouring himself a second glass of wine. He never has more than one during dinner usually, so I assume he's pretty stressed.

"I'll bring her around some time." I whisper before I walk up to my room and lock the door behind me. My face is glowing when I grab my cell from my nightstand and dial Bella's number.

"Hey, beautiful, are you already missing me?"

"I told my parents about you. I don't know why. Now they keep asking me to meet you. Crap, what am I going to do?"

"You told them about us? Are you crazy?"

I sit down on my bed and cuddle my pillow tightly before I speak up again.

"I didn't tell them your name. But my mother noticed the hickey you gave me and she's so terribly persistent. She thought I had a secret boyfriend and insisted I have to introduce the poor fucker to them."

"Oh,"

There is an awkward silence on the other side of the line. The she clears her throat loudly.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice on you. It's just that I don't think your parents would be very pleased if they knew it was me you are dating. Your father is not too fond of me. He'd probably press charges against me because you're still a minor."

"I'm seventeen not twelve and so far we haven't done anything that's against the law."

"I know. I'm still worried."

"But you're not going to break up with me because of this crap?"

"Alice. Why are you saying that? Don't you know I love you?"

"You love me," I repeat, my voice barely audible. "You love me?"

"Of course, I love you, silly girl. I love you more than it is good for me."

"I love you too. I want to be with no one else but you."

There is a knock on the door and I quickly tell Bella goodbye before I get up to open it. My mother is carrying a tray with two bowls filled with ice-cream and my lips twitch when she places it on the floor in front of my bed.

"I thought you'd like to have some dessert. I put some fruit on it as well. That way we don't have to feel so guilty about eating ice-cream."

I dip a piece of strawberry into the creamy ice, letting it melt on the tip of my tongue before I start stirring the rest of the ice-cream around in the bowl.

"This is delicious. Why is everything that has too much calories so yummy?"

She sits down next to me on the floor, leaning her back against the bed behind her.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yes, Mom, I know."

"Then why were you so scared to tell me about your girlfriend? I don't care with who you are as long as you are happy."

"It is complicated." I tell her, licking on another spoon full of ice-cream. My entire mouth is cold already, but I can't stop eating now anyway. I'm tensed and stuffing something into my mouth helps me to relax a bit.

"Why?"

"She's older than me."

"How much older are we talking? It's not one of your teachers, is it?"

My mother watches too much bad TV that much is obvious.

"She's not one of my teacher. I would never do such a thing."

Her mouth closes and opens several times, a tiny droplet of melted brown ice-cream running down her chin. She wipes it away with the back of her hand.

"It's this trainer woman, right? I saw the way you were looking at her when she brought you here last night. I just couldn't put a name to it."

I start crying, panic spreading through me and with trembling hands I drop the bowl with the rest of the ice-cream from my lap.

"Don't call the cops on her. She's done nothing. We have done nothing."

"Sweetie, please stop crying. Nothing is as bad as you think it is."

She places the bowl back on the tray and wraps her arm around me, stroking my hair carefully.

"I don't like that you think you can't trust me. You should know that you can tell me everything."

"Dad would be mad, especially since he was paying Bella to get me thin. Why did he do that anyway? Can't he just let me be the way I am? I'll never be thin like Rosalie. Not even if I don't eat anything for an entire month."

"Your father was just trying to help you. Haven't you been complaining about your weight for …god, I don't even know for how long, probably since you started high school."

"The morons at my school are constantly teasing me for being fat. Everyone is always teasing me about it and I'm so tired of that. No wonder my real mother didn't want to keep me."

"Don't call this person your mother. She's nothing to you. Nothing do you hear me."