Hale

Hale 32

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Chapter 32

"Seth, tell me what I'm thinking is not true. Tell me it's all just a misunderstanding. Please." I pleaded as I slowly wept to the young boy who tried his best to comfort me. I stood there in the embrace of a 15 year old boy. It felt like he was the only one who could tell me the truth, the only one who wouldn't lie to me. Though maybe it was because of the overflowing innocence but I just truly needed the truth. Desperately need it.

"He won't tell you anything." I looked towards the voice and there stands none other than Leah herself. Detangling myself from her younger brother, I took a few steps back while wiping my tears. Leah gestured for Seth to leave which he did quietly after sending me an apologetic smile. "Look Leah I did not come here to fight or start issues. I'm just sick and tired of being left in the dark. By people I'm suppose to call my family, by my own mother. Just by every-"

"Oh would you just quit the helpless act already? You put yourself in this position by making those monsters your friends. You had your chance to be part of the tribe but you would rather slum it out in their massive house that's built off of lies, greed and so much more that the list could go on for miles. You chose to lie to your mom about hanging out with your friend after school, you lied to me and you detached yourself from the tribe. It is not our fault that you're in this situation." Her words stung but a part of me knew it was true. Maybe she knew that I was using her or maybe she just is a cold hearted bitch. I may never know but I was not going to stay here to have my ass handed to me with Leahs words. Nodding silently I got back into my car and drove to the massive house that's built off of lies. If I wanted answers them I should go right to the source.

Turning into the dirt road that led to the familiar house I pulled to the side to think about my options. I could do some more research to make sure I'm not insane since everyone's acting as if what I had assumed is true. Pulling out my phone I decided to google Rosalie Hale instead of Rosalie Cullen. A pang a guilt hit me, remembering she has opened up to me about who she truly was the morning I held her to reassure her I only liked her. I would give up a part of myself up to just go back to that morning. I saw the real Rosalie, even if I didn't actually know her. Then it struck me. I didn't actually know her. Most of what I know it surface level, most of the time I spent with her it was all about me. She knows everything about me but I know nothing about her. I only know she's adopted and she didn't even tell me that. I had to hear it from Jessica. She shared so little yet the little she shared with me, I know it meant something to her.

When google finished loading the results my heart sang and my stomach dropped.

Royce King II, Most Eligible Bachelor Murder.

The child of a high society bank owner located in Rochester. His photo matched my vision. The more I scrolled the more I grew sick. Though the blow that hit the most was Royce King II's engagement.

Royce King II Chose the Pearl of the Sea, Rosalie Hale.

Rosalie Hale. The girl that I dreamt of, the girl that had my heart. Who had my heart and played it with it like a fucking toy. My blood boiled. My anger taking over me I pulled out of the road and drive to the one place I knew things would finally be confirmed. Not caring how many people I hurt or how things pan out, I decided to drive. I kept driving and I only ever stopped to get some gas or a small snack. I didn't sleep. And by the time I got there I was so exhausted.

Parking my car, I sighed. After 23 hours of driving, I finally let myself feel everything that came up. I burst into tears not caring who saw me. With the awful feeling of all that's happening, I try to comfort myself. Soon enough I will have answers. I will have some questions answered and maybe finally I can find out some more about Rosalie.Wiping the tears off my face, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. Slowly walking to the only other hotel here. It was a cozy little INN. A white house, with a balcony on the second floor. Green grass wrapping around the house and a metal gate wrapping around the grass.