We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 4 - Falling on Deaf Ears

Rosalie's POV

January 21st, 2003

"We're wasting time," Bella muttered to us, too quietly for Charlie to hear as we walked into the diner. "I'm fine. Regardless of what that doctor says, I don't need bed rest."

"You could have died, Bella!" I tried not to snap. "Taking it easy isn't wasting time—you told us that."

She blinked at me, surprised by my anger, and I expected her to make a joke of it, but she frowned and pulled me in for a side hug. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

I leaned into her, despite being a few inches taller, and Alice did the same on her side. Bella pressed a kiss to both our cheeks. "I'm sorry for scaring you both."

"Not your fault," I muttered as we sat down at our table. "We do need to figure out a plan about the treaty though."

"What treaty's that then?" Charlie asked suddenly, sitting down, his eyebrow raised. "You girls had better not be talking about school work."

"It's just an assignment, Dad." Bella tried to brush it aside, but Charlie was already shaking his head.

"No schoolwork tonight, Bells. You could have died." He looked through the menu like he hadn't already memorised his order. "You need to rest—Doctor's orders." He looked up at Alice and I. "And that goes for you two as well. Don't think I didn't notice what time you three were up until last night. You could all use today to get some rest."

"Dad—" Bella started, but Charlie cut her off with a firm look and she sighed. "Bed rest it is."

Charlie set his menu down with a sigh. "I'm not trying to be a nag, Bells. I'm just worried about you girls. That's all."

A strange expression passed over Bella's face so quickly I was sure I'd imagined it. She smiled softly. "Okay."

As we ordered our lunches, I glanced at Bella. The treaty was obviously a problem. If we couldn't fight them, and we couldn't expose them, then our original plan was completely out the window. I pouted a little; I'd been looking forward to that plan—particularly the cactus part.

I shook my head a little. There was no point worrying about it now. The old plan might have been fun, but if I knew my older sister, she was going to find an easy way out of all of this for us—she always did. It was one of my favourite things about Bella—no matter what, we could always rely on her.

In our first life, I could remember going to her upset that I didn't have anything to wear to one of the village assemblies, and she'd taken her best dress, cut it down size and made sure I'd had the best time. One of the village boys—Vincent—had been determined to court me (even going as far as to ask Bella for her blessing), and Bella had known I'd wanted to look my best for him.

It was little things like that that made my sister so amazing. She was always doing things like that for me and Alice, ever since our mother had died. Always the one to take care of us and to give us everything we could have ever wanted.

Like when I'd begged my sisters to help me cure that poor child—Bella hadn't even stopped to argue. And even though it had ended with our deaths—I couldn't bring myself to regret it. We had given that child a new chance at life, and there had been no better reward than seeing his beautiful brown eyes open again.

The only part of our first life that I truly regretted, was that I hadn't gotten the chance to pay back all of my fiance's kindness before I died. Vincent had proposed to me the week before we were killed, but the day of our burning, he had treated me like I was the dirt beneath his shoes.