The Ring chapter 3

Rosalie POV

    I finally decide to make my way home. I start off at a human pace but gradually get faster as I get closer to home. As mad as I am at Emmett I don’t want him to over react or anything. As I’m coming home I think about everything that happened in the forest. Yes I’m mad that my ring is destroyed but it was an accident. I mean, Emmett didn’t set out with the intention of breaking it. No, I wasn’t mad at him for breaking it. I was mad at his complete ignorance of the fact that my ring broke and how he didn’t even understand why it would make me sad. He didn’t even apologize. Did I give him a chance to? Yes, I think sternly, although not thoroughly convinced. At the very least he could have cared more than just “are you mad that I broke your ring or something?” Yeah, or something, I think to myself as I roll my eyes. I feel a little bit of my anger dissipating as I finally reach home. But when I open the door I just see Emmett standing there with the family. He didn’t even try to come look for me? I see red and dodge Emmett’s arms as he tries to pick me up. I run over to Carlisle. “Rosalie,” he sighs in relief as he pulls me into a tight hug. Esme places her hand on my shoulder, so much concern and love. All too soon Emmett comes over and says hello to me like we’re complete strangers. Waiting for the opportune moment to apologize buddy? Well that was it, you shouldn’t have wasted it on hello, I think before I respond to him. Edward lets out an exasperated sigh as give Emmett a rather frosty greeting. I see the pain in his eyes as he tells me he’s going up to our room. I attempt to bite my tongue and not reply but when he was about halfway up the stairs I couldn’t help myself and I told him not to wait up. He ran vampire speed up the rest of the stairs and I heard our bedroom door gently close. Carlisle let go of me and held me at arms width, his eyes burning with curiosity. I shake my head no and tell Edward to give them the details, knowing he will stay loyal to the truth and let everyone else make of it what they will. I find myself going upstairs but I’m not sure why. I am most certainly not going into Emmett and mine’s room. I wander but eventually find myself in Carlisle’s study. I stray over to his large leather chair behind his desk and I collapse into it and put my face in my hands. I have no idea how long I sat there. Minutes, hours? You lose track of time when you’re a vampire. Eventually I hear the door open and two arms close around me from behind. It’s not Emmett’s arms, I can tell. I curiously look behind me to see who it is and I am shocked to see that it’s Carlisle. Even though he changed me 75 years ago, I’ve never really acknowledged him as my father, usually just Carlisle, out of respect. We’ve never really had a “bonding moment” I guess you could say. Sometimes I think he resents changing me because I used to not be very fond of this life. But I’ve changed and I suppose that he just hasn’t seen that yet. Or maybe you haven’t told him yet. Well no better time than the present I decide as I turn around and ask him, “Carlisle can I talk to you?” He looks puzzled but says, “Of course Rosalie.” I get up and start to pace around the room, not really sure how to begin. He takes a seat in his chair and I’ve decided I’m through stalling. I look up at him and say, “Carlisle, I never had a loving father. Or mother for that matter. But now, now that you changed me I have more than I could ever have hoped for. A loving family. And I don’t think that I have ever truly taken the time to thank you for changing me. Which is why sometimes I think you regret changing me. So I want to tell you now. Thank you Carlisle.” I finish, my voice more quite and reserved than I would like it to be. I look to the ground and suddenly I am engulfed in a hug. I open my eyes in surprise, but once the initial shock of the affection fades I hug him back. “Oh Rosalie, I always thought you hated this life, that was the only reason I ever had any thoughts of regret. I never actually regretted making you my daughter, just making you a monster.” He says as he continues to hug me. He doesn’t make a move to let go and I don’t either. “I love you father,” I whisper. “And I love you my darling daughter,” he replies as he pulls away, a bright smile on his face. I smile back, a real smile. “But Rosalie,” He says and I know what’s coming. “I love how you’ve told me this and that you accept me as your father. It couldn’t have made me happier. But sweetie, I’m really not the one you need to be having the intimate discussion with. Not right now,” he says with a sad look in his eyes. I sigh in defeat, knowing that he’s right.