Rosalie's mate

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( Janae Turner's POV , 4 months later)

Sage hasn't left her room in four whole months. I now have stage four cancer and a depressed daughter. I carry my weak self to the living room and I dial Carlisle's number.

"Hello, Janae." He greets through the speaker.

"Carlisle," I whisper, too weak to talk louder. "You guys have to come back. I have stage four cancer, and Sage won't leave her room due to her depression. She hasn't left that room for four whole months."

( Carlisle Cullen's POV )

Poor Sage. I see Rosalie's face fall when she hears Janae say this.

"Let's go back." Alice squeals. "Bella jumped off a cliff and Edward is in Italy, at Volturi castle. He thinks she is dead and he wants to die too."

"I'm going to cheer Sage up; screw Bella." Rosalie growls.

"Alright Janae, we will leave tonight." I say.

( Janae Turner's POV )

I sigh in relief when he says those words before hanging up. I stare into the fire, I have grown weaker over these past four months. The doctors actually give me any day now. That is why I need Rosalie back here, Sage wouldn't be able to take Rosalie's leaving and my death together well.

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( Rosalie Hale's POV )

I slam the door shut when I make it to the Turner mansion. I walk in because I know Janae is too weak to move. I walk to the living room.

"Janae?" I speak.

"She is in her room." She says in a hushed whisper.

I flash up the stairs and I bare I to her room. She looks horrible and the stench fills my. Law.

"Sage? It's Rose."

She slowly turns her head towards me. When she sees it's actually me, she jumps out of the chair and runs at me. She leaps into my arms.

"You need to see your mom, she has any day to die." I tell her.

She nods.

( Sage Turner's POV )

I leave my room for the first time in four months. I enter the living room and see my mom staring at the fire.

"Mother?" I say lightly.

She looks at me with her glossed over eyes. "Sage, come here."

I sit beside her and she pulls me into a tight enough hug. I cry in her arms because I missed the entire course of her disease. I feel so terrible.

"Go take a shower." Mother commands. "You stink."

I chuckle. "Okay, mother."

Rosalie helps me up to the stairs before she goes to unpack again. I take a long shower before getting out. I go back to the living room and mother's eyes are closed. I gasp and I run to sit beside her. I feel her pulse and its gone. She is gone.

I quickly grab my phone, I dial Rosalie first. I tell her mother died and I hang up. I call 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" She says.

"I didn't know what number to call, my mother just died of cancer." I say.

"Oh honey, I'll call a morgue for you. What's your address?"

I tell her and hang up. Rosalie and Janette are over here with me now. We are at one end of the long couch, staring at my mother's lifeless self. I go and I let the morgue from the funeral home in Port Angeles in.

"She is in the living room on the second floor." I tell the man at the door.

He nods and he and the other man climb the stairs. Janette and Rosalie come down and hold me, both at the same time. I need this comfort. I am so glad the family and Rosalie are back.

"We will call when she is ready for a funeral." The undertaker says.

"Alright, thank you." I say sadly.

He pats my shoulder softly before walking out of my house. This is my house now. I sigh and I climb the ladder down to the library. I grab a book on the wolf pack in La Push and I sit on a leather black couch. Janette and Rosalie find me. Jannette smiles and she finds a book to read for herself.

"This is all yours." Rosalie tells me. "Are you keeping it the same?"

I nod. "Yeah, I am."

She smiles. "That's great."

"I may re-decorate the back deck, for wen I invite my friends from the pack over to grill out." I smile. "With yalls permission."

"They can come if you invite them." Rosalie says. "Carlisle is calling Sam."

"Sam dated my mom before Leah." I tell the two girls.

Rosalie smiles. "Yeah, the pack is aloud here, if you invite them. Senior year starts up tomorrow."

I sigh. "I know!"

Rosalie and Janette leave to find school clothes, for the first day of senior year. Which reminds me, so do I. I go to my room and I lay out something. I bring my hamper to the I start some clothes.

I go into the back deck and I decorate it the way I want it.

(The back deck, not the house. And there is a grill.)

I go back up to the attic and I move my wet clothes into the dryer and start it on high heat. I bring my newly cleaned clothes to my room when the dryer stops.

I put my clothes away before I change into some pajamas. I lay in my bed, feeling miserable without my mother alive now. I close my eyes and h met sleep take over.