A/N: I have just finished writing chapter twelve and I do hope you like it. This chapter was very hard for me to write and it didn't help that it's in the middle of the night here; I am very tired and so if it is sloppy written, that is why. I just wanted to post it for you guys.

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Behind Locked Doors

Chapter Twelve Twelfth Entrance

Dear nobody,

I am afraid to say that Alice was right. I did have a visitor this Saturday and that visitor was a certain blonde and she was indeed fuming. Her eyes were burning with anger and she was screaming at me. For the first time in my life I was afraid of Rosalie. That is one scary woman. If we had been alone then she would have attacked me and I wouldn't have won that fight. I am too weak.

I was lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling when the door opened and I instantly sat up – I could feel Alice looking at me but I just stared at the caretaker standing in the doorway. I knew I was about to be taken to that little room with the wooden table and those uncomfortable chairs before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Miss Swan," he started but I was already on my way over to the door. "You have a visitor," he finished slightly confused that I was already standing in front of him ready to go.

As I sat there on that hard wooden chair my hands were all sweaty and I was biting my bottom lip so hard that I could feel the taste of blood in my mouth. I immediately stopped. It felt like an eternity until the door opened and the familiar blonde walked into the room. One look at her and you could clearly see that she was furious – she was one scary woman. She still looked beautiful; she always did, as she sat down across the table. At first she was polite; clearly fuming inside even though her lips were formed into a smile.

"Hello Bella," she said.

I wondered if I should speak or not and I decided that I would.

"Hello Rosalie," I said and forced myself to look at her.

Her dress was red today – blood red and she was hatless with her blonde hair flowing down her back. It was like she had been in a hurry and therefore she never did something with her hair. Rosalie almost never wore her hair down; she told me once that she though wearing her hair down was beneath her. Then she said that a real lady always looked perfect and that a well done hair was a part of that; 'you never let your hair flow wildly it is tacky', she told me.

"I believe I have something that belongs to you," Rosalie said and stood up putting her black purse on the table, opening it and then taking out an envelope. It was of course the missing letter.

The smile on her lips was now gone and as she stared at me, her eyes glowing with fury as her lips formed into a hard line.

"What the hell do you think you are doing writing to my husband?"

The two other people in the room were watching Rosalie as she started screaming at me and she glared at them before she unleashed her anger at me.

"I have been nothing other than nice to you, Bella, but I cannot be nice to you when you go behind my back like this," she said with the letter in a firm grip in her hand shaking it in front of my face. "I don't understand you; how could you do this, Bella? He is my husband and not yours!" she screamed at me and I just stared at her.

She continued screaming at me and the caretakers let her, I knew though that if I was about to start screaming as well I would soon be taken back to my room. I needed to say something though; I was so sick of this woman.

"What do you want me to say, Rose?" I said. "Fine, I will say it; I love him. You know I do and still you are standing here claiming that I have no right to contact him. He was my husband long before he was yours!" I wanted to scream but I forced myself to speak in a more normal tone.

Rosalie laughed and then she started screaming again.

"How dare you! We both know that what you and Edward had wasn't a real marriage, it was not even legit. You really are insane, Bella. This really is the right place for you; everyone knows it."

"And why wasn't my marriage legit, Rose? Whose fault was that? It was yours and you know it," I said glaring at her.

The day I married Edward had been one of the best days in my life. Even though his family wasn't there and mine naturally wasn't either since I had no living relatives and there were only a few people there, my wedding had been truly wonderful. Edward's mother, Esme would have come to our wedding but her husband had forbidden her. After all I was not a suitable girl for their son to marry. Edward did not care what his father thought of me and of us – he wanted to marry me because he loved me, and so he did. I was so happy standing next to him at the altar. Rosalie, my best friend back then, had been my maid of honor and she had been a great help planning my tiny little wedding in a small church. The priest had been a friend to her family that she had known all her life.

"Did you really think that Dr. Cullen would have let his only son marry someone like you? You are no one, Bella. You are nothing."

I didn't say anything. Rosalie had finally stopped screaming now but her voice was ice cold.

"You better stay away from him if you know what is best for you. Dr. Cullen is like a father to me and he doesn't know about your little letter yet, but if you do not stay away from Edward he will."

I swallowed.

"After all accidents easily happens my dear friend," she said quietly so that only I was able to hear it. "As I said – you are nothing."

Then Mrs. Cullen crumpled my letter into a ball in her fist and tossed it in my face.

A/N: So there you have it, chapter 12. Did you like it?

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