Hello again and thank you for many reviews on my previous chapter. I am glad you liked it. Now we get a bit of insight to Rosalie

Also, Last chapter, two of my reviewers had pointed out to me that I accidentally mentioned Jasper's name so thank you to 'BlackDiamond15' and 'belleveloso' for helping me correct that mistake. If I make any more slip ups with Jasper's name (Unless of course it intentional because Rosalie may talk a little about her brother) then let me know.

This chapter contains some language. (It is Rose after all)

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Rosalie's POV

What the hell had Carlisle come home with? Who the hell did that thing think he is climbing all over the tables, desks and sofas with his filthy body, making this place seem like some sort of play area for kids? He wasn't even a kid; he must have been in his early or mid teens. And how on earth did he know my name? And what was with the staring? Oh god he was doing it again.

I usually spent most of my time either in the lounge with my family or out with friends. I don't usually go into my own room unless it was night but I couldn't stand watching that filthy being rid the furniture with germs. He had followed me up the stairs but as I protested to Carlisle, he said that it would be best to let the weirdo into my room to let him 'discover' the rest of the house. More like seeing what other things he could trash.

So I was pretty much stuck here with the animal freak because no matter where I go, he would follow and nobody is doing anything about it. Even as I sit on my bed, studying some work, I couldn't concentrate because he was crouching right by my bed, staring at me and has been doing so for the past hour without a single blink.

As much as I wanted to focus on my work, the sight at the corner of my eye was really disturbing me. I sighed to show how annoyed I was and then turned my head to him.

"What?!" I shouted.

The tone of my voice didn't scare him off like I hoped it would have. The only way he reacted was a head tilt. I swear this moron actually thought he was a dog. He growled like one, followed me like one, steals food like one and now he was tilting his head like one.

"Fuck. Off" I said slowly yet loudly.

Hopefully he would understand and disappear out of my room so that I can have my privacy back. Suddenly, he jumped up onto my bed with me. Oh for crying out loud. This is a clean bed and I would rather it stay that way.

"No, get off. Get off!" I demanded.

It only encouraged him to get closer, still crouching and still doing that freaky head tilt.

"Stop that. Stay away from me... DAD!" I screamed from the top of my lungs.

He was so close now that he began to smell me. You have got to be kidding me. He wasn't actually doing this, right? He was sniffing my hair and then leaned in a little closer to do the same thing with my neck. I didn't move a muscle as I hear my dad's footsteps as he climbed the stairs. The boy ignored them as he continued to focus on me. Once my dad reached the door, the wild human had the nerve to growl.

"Come here" my dad whispered as he crouched down too.

The boy looked at him and was about to move off the bed before turning to me again. Oh god! He put his hands through his muddy trouser pocket before pulling something out, placing it on top of the book that I was studying. Then he jumped off and headed towards Carlisle.

"Come on, I think it's about time we find something decent for you to wear" he said as he took the boys hand and led him out of the room.

Once he was gone, my eyes darted to the object he gave me. It appeared to be a reddish orange mineral stone. Why the hell had he given me that? It was no use to me. I grabbed it and just dumped it in my drawer. I hope we weren't going to keep this animal. He was giving me the creeps and I have already had enough with him although he hadn't even been here for more than 3 hours.

Carlisle's POV

I had no idea what was going on between the boy and Rosalie. Why her? Why had he chosen her to follow? Out of all the people in the house and he chooses the one person that finds it difficult to get along with others.

I had walked the boy to my and Esme's room to put him into some cleaner clothes. It was a good job that we had kept the clothes that my children outgrew. I had been searching through a box of Edward and Emmett's clothes from our last clean out so I should find a few things that would fit the boy.

"Here, try this on" I said as I handed out a blue shirt with white sleeves.

I remember Edward wearing that just a year ago. He didn't accept it but just looked at it strangely as if he had no idea what to do with it. He really hadn't worn a shirt in a long time, had he? Instead, I helped him put the shirt on. He didn't move but growled occasionally. Once it was on, I realised that it fit him perfectly so he was the same size as Edward a year ago. He must have been about 16 too then.

I realised that the boy hadn't liked the shirt as he crouched down to the floor to try and take it off, growling in frustration.

"Easy, it's alright. Keep it on" I calmed as I crouched by him, pulling his shirt back down.

He whimpered and tried to take it off again but I kept the shirt firmly in its place. If this kid was going to have a chance at living like a normal human, I would need to teach him things early. On my list of things to work on are...

Growling

Biting

Stop Climbing on the furniture

Wear the correct clothing

Learn/start to Speak

And then eventually, he'll learn the less important things. He kept the shirt on this time so I released him and then pulled out a pair of trousers (Or 'pants' for those in America). I assumed that he knew how to put these on since he was already wearing a pair. But then again, how long had he been wearing them? They were obviously too short for him. I also pulled out a pair of underpants and placed them next to the clean pairs of trousers on my bed which the boy was crouched by.

"Right, I'll leave this room and allow you to change into those. Is that alright with you?" I questioned.

I knew he couldn't speak but surely he could manage a nod of the head. He just stared at me strangely. Maybe he was waiting for me to get out. I walked out of the room and closed the bedroom door behind me; standing by it to wait for him to get changed. Was it really a good idea to leave him in there by himself? I would hear it if there was any trouble.

It was five minutes after waiting that I opened the door because I heard him jumping around again. He was crouching on top of Esme's drawer and I notice that he still had his old and torn trousers on. Not only that, but he had also managed to remove the blue and white shirt. I sighed at this. He was definitely going to be a handful.

"Come here" I gently instructed.

He jumped off the drawer and was by my side in an instant. It was strange how he acted like a feral dog and an obedient one at the same time. I put the shirt on him once again. The boy showed no signs of hesitation like before so I moved to his trousers since he didn't seem to have a clue what he was doing.

He let me remove them as he looked at me curiously. Taking a good look at his skin, it probably was a better idea to get him to take a shower or a bath. It would have been pointless putting clean clothes on dirty skin.

"Come with me" I instructed.

I grabbed his trousers and underpants as well as a pair of socks and then led him to the bathroom. I put the plug in the bath and started the taps. I figured that a bath would be a better option because although showers were quicker, the boy was more likely to know how to use or wash in a bath. He might have used lakes or ponds to clean his skin before. He must have done otherwise he would have been a lot dirtier than this. I put in some bubble bath in but kept the shampoo out of reach for now. I doubt he would know the use of that. I would help him with that after.

Once the bath was ready and full of white foamy bubbles, I turned to the boy again.

"I'll give you some time to clean up and when I come back, I'll help you with your hair, okay?"

He still had his underpants on but I was hoping that he would know to remove those before he got in. I put my hand on his shoulder before turning around and shutting the door. If I went back in there and he was still in that same position like I had a bad feeling that he would be, then I would have to help him bath too.

It would be nothing I haven't seen before. I have four kids, 3 of which I have had since babies and I'm a Doctor after all but I would rather give him a chance at some privacy. Thankfully, I heard the sound of water being stepped on. He must have just got in. Satisfied, I left him; going into my own room so that I was nearby. Just in case anything went wrong.

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Oh and by the way, If you guys remember Rosalie being given that 'reddish orange mineral stone' can any of you guess what that is? We will be hearing a bit more about that later!