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Esme pulled her car up to Rosalie's house and the two of them sat in silence for a moment.

"So, what now?" Rosalie finally asked.

"Now we try to find this Billy Blue." Esme knew that he could potentially be the person behind everything that was going on.

Rosalie slowly looked over. "Maybe he wanted to die."

"What?" Esme asked.

"Riley Biers... his girlfriend was killed on July Fourth on that same road one year earlier. Maybe he blamed himself... maybe he was sitting in the road waiting for us to hit him."

"Yeah if that'll help you sleep at night." Esme refocused her attention out the front windshield and didn't look at her friend.

"What happened between us?" Rosalie asked, "We used to be best friends."

"We used to be a lot of things," Esme said quietly with a hint of regret in her voice. She continued to look away.

"I miss you."

Esme felt her throat tighten and she could see that Rosalie had shed a few tears. Neither of them said anything and then Rosalie finally clicked open the passenger door and stepped out.

She waited by the car for a second before Esme finally drove off.

Rosalie watched her go and then headed into the house. Almost immediately as she entered she heard the sounds of a baseball game and knew her father was in the kitchen with a beer watching the game on a small television he'd had set up.

She walked with her head down and crossed into the kitchen to find her father exactly where she suspected.

"Hey Dad," she said quietly, prompting a quick wave and nothing more as he focused on the ball game.

Rosalie sighed and crossed the room to grab a Diet Coke from the refrigerator. She sighed and took a long swig from the can.

At the front entrance, the door clicked open with such finesse that no one heard a thing. A man dressed in a black fisherman's coat and hat slipped quietly into the house and carefully took the stairs that lead up to the second floor.

"Goodnight," Rosalie said to her father. She got another quiet wave as she took her soda and headed down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom.

She felt like sulking and wished she either had a little bit of wine or some ice cream to get her through the night. Between Emmett's injuries, the visit to Missy's and Esme's distant nature, she felt like curling up in a ball and never coming out of her room.

When she got there she removed her heels and threw her purse down on the bed, not suspecting the stranger that lingered just a few feet away inside of her closet.

She plopped down on her bed for a moment and then stood up as she noticed her crown from the beauty pageant the year before. It hung draped halfway on her mirror by the bureau and Rosalie reached for it as she approached it.

Flashbacks of the year before entered her mind. The night had started out so amazing and then ended so tragically that it had left all of their lives in shambles. No one was the same. Her dreams of becoming an actress fell apart at the seams. Esme had confided in her once about her grades slipping after getting a scholarship from her nearly perfect grade point average in high school. Carlisle's dreams to go to medical school in Boston hadn't gone through as planned and he and Esme had grown as far apart as she and Emmett had.

At least Emmett has football, she thought.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and Rosalie a gasped and turned around.

"Whoa," her sister Elsa backed up a step and stared at the crown. "Is the washed-up, dried-out, has-been having a moment?"

"You can leave now," Rosalie said to her sister.

"I'm just coming to tell you that there's another inventory at the store and you'll need to be in by ten tomorrow morning."

"Dad's the boss."

"Well Dad left me in charge of the store and I want you there by ten."

"The Fourth of July parade is tomorrow. The outgoing queen has to ride on a float before the new one is crowned." She sighed, "It's tradition there's nothing I can do about it." Rosalie ran her hands through her long, blond hair and Elsa shook her head.

"You and your hair," she laughed, "It's just so pathetic."

"You can leave now," Rosalie repeated as her sister continue to mumble things under her breath as she left her room, closing the door behind her.

When she was left along she felt the heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach again and finally set the crown down. The last thing Rosalie wanted to do was go on display before the town while she relived the worst night of her life.

With that, she slid into her pajamas, closed the door and slipped under the covers.

...

Morning sun flickered in through Rosalie's bedroom and she sat up in a daze. Something wasn't right, though she couldn't figure out what it was.

Her eyes scanned the length of her room and the first thing she noticed was that the closet was wide open. As she sat up a piece of hair dropped down and landed on the bedspread in front of her.

For a moment she wasn't sure what to think, but when more pieces of hair began to fall she reached up and ran her hands through it.

Rosalie felt taunting butterflies in the pit of her stomach as hair continued to fall all around her in uneven pieces. She threw the covers off and rushed to the mirror, only to find a note written in lipstick with the words "I KNOW" scribbled across the glass.

She screamed, seeing the chopped up nature of her hair and felt petrified and invaded that someone had managed to enter her room while she slept. She smashed the glass with her fist and screamed out loud again.

Rosalie had no idea what to do, and so she crumbled to the floor and began to cry.