I awoke in a balled up mess tangled in my blanket and sheets. I realized my mistake immediately.
"I made the wrong choice." I said out loud to myself. What the hell am I suppose to do now, I thought to myself.
"Oh good, now I don't have to say 'I told you so'." A voice said cockily. Startled, I jumped.
"You should really let someone know you're there before you scare them to death, Rosalie." I said, trying to sound assertive. She chuckled.
"Yes, well, you know I'm here now." She said dismissively as she turned on the light. Then she stared at me with an expectant look on her face.
I simply stared back at her - I had no idea what to say. Even if I had something to say, I wouldn't know where to start. But I could tell there was something she wanted to hear.
"Say something." She said.
"Umm hi is all you have to say to me? Wow after what you said to me earlier, I expected to hear something more on the lines of I'm sorry, I love you, I want you to be my mom, or something like that." She said. I don't know where it came from but before I knew it, this came out of my mouth:
"We need to set some boundaries. I don't like being put on guilt trips and I don't like grudge holding, so stop it. " I realized that I shouldn't have said that when I saw Rosalie's face. She looked slightly crazed.
"Well I don't like having my feelings played with, and I don't like being lied to, and I don't like having to chase you half way across the fucking country to save your ass because you don't know how to fucking listen! Don't be snotty with me, Bella I'm already angry with you." That set me off.
"Oh fuck you! Don't talk to me like I'm fi-" She cut me off.
"You're grounded." She stated.
"The hell I am, I'm a grown woman!"
"Oh please. You're eighteen." She argued.
"So are you! You can stop acting so uppity and intelligent because if I recall correctly, you weren't four when you met Royce. You were eighteen and stupid enough to marry a man you didn't know, who turned out to be a serial rapist. At least I know the guy I'm marrying, you stupid bitch!" I screamed and stomped out of my room. She followed behind me.
"Don't walk away from me...I'll catch you anyway." She said matter of factly. I began to trip right as I reached the top of the stairs, and sure enough she caught me just before my face smacked into the stairs. She carried me to the bottom of the stair and set me down on my feet.
"Thanks." I said Gruffly.
"You're welcome. And for the record, my parents set me up with Royce. They wanted me to marry him. And let me be very clear, Bella; If you ever call me what you just called me again, I will twist your arms until they break off of you body."
"Yeah, sure. Because we all know that spoiled rotten Rosalie doesn't have a huge mouth that she isn't afraid to use, and she wasn't her parents' pride and joy, and they wouldn't have done just about anything she wanted them to. No, you were just a shy little girl with who sat in her room twiddling her thumbs and knitting." I said as sarcastically as I could. "That works for Esme, not you, Rosalie. And I called you exactly what you act like. If you don't want to be called a bitch, don't act like one - we both know you can be a nice person when you want to be. You should try it more often." She looked as though she were going to hit me.
"Who in the hell do you think you are? I -" I cut her off.
"I'm a person who refuses to be intimidated by your antics any longer. I love you Mom, but I'm not going to take this shit anymore." She tried to cut me off.
"No. I'm not finished. I'm sick of my whole life being whatever the person who thinks they're better than me says it should be. I'm not taking it ever again - not from you, or Edward, or Alice, or anybody else. I'm done. Treat me like I'm a real person, not your dog, or I'll leave. I'd rather be alone than be somebody's possession. I meant what I said to you outside of your house. I'm not going to be your play thing, and if you can't handle that, it shows what type of a person you are." She looked at me with the same crazed look on her face for about a minute before it softened.
"Okay, Bella. Okay." She said quietly before she hugged me.
"Are we done fighting?" I asked, confused. I was ready for more of her typical fireworks.
"Yes. And this is usually the point where you hug me back." I laughed and hugged her back.
"I'm sorry I called you a bitch."
"I'm sorry I acted like one. I love you Bella. You won't be my possession. I'll be here to love you, take care of you when you need it, and be your friend when you want me to be. Does that sound alright?" I nodded my head which was snuggled in the crook of her neck. She started to giggle - it was a really girly, excited giggle. Then she quieted back down.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"You called me Mom." She said as she pulled back to look at me.
"Huh, I did?" I didn't remember saying that.
"You said, and I quote: 'I love you Mom, but I'm not going to take this shit anymore." She smiled at me. I'd never seen her do that before.
"Oh." Was all I could muster. I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks and turning them a bright red. I looked down at the floor. Rosalie hugged me again, and I was going to say something along the lines of 'well you are my mom", but then I had a thought about the current situation.
"What am I suppose to tell Esme and Carlisle?" I questioned. I didn't want to hurt them, they were always very kind to me. And I love them, they are my parents in a way. How many different sets of adoptive parents could someone have, I wondered.
"Way to ruin the moment Bella." Rosalie said, feigning annoyance. She pulled back and saw the worry on my face. "Don't worry, Bella. Alice is taking care of everything. She had a premonition just before you left the house earlier - she knew this would happen. It will be okay. Esme will understand in time...according to Alice anyway. She will just need time to adjust to the thought of being your grandmother instead of your mother. So I was thinking we should give her that time."
"What do you mean by 'we should give her that time'?" I questioned.
"Lets go on a trip - just you and me. We can go anywhere you'd like. Think of it as mother-daughter bonding time."
"You mean like a road trip?"
"Yeah, we could do that. Or we could go backpacking through Europe, or anything really. Well as long as there aren't a lot of people around, or it rains a lot..."
"When would we leave?"
"Today or tomorrow."
"Wow. That's fast. I might need some time to think about where to go."
"Of course. Why don't you get some sleep and I'll go pack - doesn't matter where we go, I'll bring my whole closet anyway."
"You and your clothes." I said. She laughed as we began walking up the stairs to my room. I hopped into bed and laid down. "Could you stay until I fall asleep?" I asked.
"Sure. Scoot over." When we got settled in, my head was over her heart, and she was humming a lullaby in my ear. I knew everything would be alright. The future looked bright, and my past could forever be, A Past Forgotten.
I am a fan of Rosalie and Esme,
but i ended it this way because I felt
it was how it should be. Rosalie should have
come out of the saga with something
she could hold onto besides a 'new friend'
and a strangely named baby who would never be hers.
Thank you to all of the readers who have stuck with this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
SECOND PART: You guys let me know what you think: I can leave the story as it is OR I can right a second part that will follow Rosalie and Bella on their 'mother-daughter bonding trip'. THE CHOICE IS YOURS - JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.