AN: The Cullen's never returned after New Moon. Bella slowly recovered from their loss with the help of Jacob and Angela. She moved to Boston for college where something terrible happened. She runs back to the relative safety of Forks and is reunited with one of the Cullen's in a most unexpected place. Bella/Rosalie. WARNING: Rape & violence, drug use, lots of angst to go around.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. If I did, the vampires wouldn't sparkle.

Chapter 1:

Bella stood on a street corner checking the address on the crumpled paper in her hand for the 10th time. She shuffled in place, her loose fitting clothes rustling in the wind. The weather in Seattle was especially unpleasant this time of year, and she shivered from both cold and anxiety. Pulling her hoodie closer to her thin frame she quickly made her way across the street.

"I guess it's now or never" she sighed while pulling open the door in front of her.

As she approached the top of the stairs Bella could hear hushed voices. The smell of coffee and stale donuts grew stronger with each step. Her gut clenched and her hands trembled, her throat felt like it was closing up. Digging her nails into her palms and taking a deep breath Bella gathered her courage and closed the seemingly endless gap between her and the doorway.

There were a dozen other women were milling about the room. Some were speaking quietly with one another, others were drinking bitter coffee or eating yesterday's donuts. A few were already perched in the metal folding chairs that formed a circle in the middle of the room. Bella chose to sit down in the seat furthest from everyone else, and began to pick at the hole in the knee of her jeans.

She was startled when she heard the door close, head snapping up to look around her. A kind looking woman with long salt and pepper hair made eye contact with her and smiled.

"Alright every body, take our seats we're ready to begin." All the women in the room took their places in the circle.

"It seems we have some new faces tonight, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Janet and I'm the facilitator of this group. This is a safe space where you can choose to share your own experiences, and listen to others, to help in your own healing journey. Please be respectful of the women around you, and remember that our words may be triggering to others."

Bella looked around the room, surprised by it's diversity. There were girls and women ranging in age from late teens to late sixties of every ethnic and economic background imaginable. She had a hard time believing that she would be able to relate to some of these people. She skeptically settled down to listen, having no desire to share her own story.

Over the next hour she heard several other women in the group recount their histories, their struggles and their current state of mind. Bella couldn't help but be overwhelmed by their words, tears made slow trails down her cheeks. Soon the meeting came to it's end and the room came to life again as the others said their good byes and shuffled out. Bella took a few moments to gather herself and while doing so was approached by Janet.

"Hello there, I couldn't help but notice that this was your first meeting. I know how overwhelming it can be initially. Just know that there's a lot of support here in this room."

"Thanks Janet. It was really hard just to make myself come here today. I wasn't prepared for how intense this would be. It's just a lot, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. It will get easier though. I hope that you come back again on Thursday. Maybe you'll feel up to introducing yourself then."

"I'll try to be here. Just have to make it through Wednesday first." Bella got up and quickly left the room. She was suddenly feeling suffocated by the four walls and their cheery yellow paint.

She made it out to her car in one piece, slamming the door and locking herself in. Putting both hands on the steering wheel, she released a shuddering breath before turning the key in the ignition. Bella felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, the feeling of being watched was over whelimg. She quickly pulled away from the curb. As she drove past a cherry red camaro Bella thought she saw familiar blonde hair before shaking it off and heading back to Forks.

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Rosalie held her breath as Bella drove past her. She could have sworn the girl recognized her. She only relaxed marginally when the familiar red truck was out of sight.

AN: Don't worry we'll hear more from Rosalie in the next chapter. I won't make you wait too long for Bella and Rosalie to meet either.