Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Carter Jones.
Genre: Twilight, mentions or hints of drugs & alcohol in some chapters. Slow burn.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay? I was so worried!" Rosalie's eyes shot out of her head, seeing her friend standing in the doorway.
"Sorry, I slept in." She coughed, looking around the driveway seeing her car not there. "Did you run here?" She joked. Figuring Alice or Emmett probably drove her.
Rosalie looked at her surprised, and scared. "What? No-no. Emmett gave me a ride..." she muttered. Loss of words really.
Carter looked at her weirdly, wondering if she knew she was joking. As if Rosalie would actually run to her house. She lives at least 20 minutes from the school walking distance.
"Would you like to sit down?" She offers her friend, still angry about the situation she just dealt with. Rose follows her to the couches and sits across from her. Breathing steadily.
"You weren't at school." Rosalie broke the silence surrounding the two of them. "Bella said you were probably fine, but I had to check"
Carter was surprised she spoke to Bella, "Sorry, I slept in." She shrugged, getting angry at her mother always has taken a toll on her. "You spoke to Bella?" She questioned her, with an eyebrow raised.
"She was talking to Edward actually, I figured she lives around here, she might know." Rosalie replied, adverting her eyes to the coffee cup on the coffee table. "You don't drink your coffee black?" She questioned. Now well aware she wasn't here alone.
Carter looked at the cup, then back at the blonde. Grabbing the cup and standing up to go wash it, trying to avoid the topic of her mother. She hadn't told Rosalie much about her family. Other than that her parents own a bank in New York and moved with her grandmother because of her parents.
"I'm sorry," Rosalie apologized, even if she didn't know what she was apologizing for. "Was someone here?" She questioned her, but concern in her voice.
"No, no one was here. I made that and realized we were out of milk, tried to drink it. Disgusting. Wouldn't recommend." Lie.
Almost gracefully she went to place the cup in the sink before grabbing a cloth to try it, she broke it, slicing her hand open. The blood was fast. "Ah shit." She hissed.
The smell of blood filled Rosalie's nostrils. Suddenly aware of what she was again.
Carter scattering around, picking up the pieces of broken ceramic. Holding a cloth to her bleeding hand.
"This shouldn't be bleeding this much? What the fuck." She hissed in pain. The blonde from behind her realized where she was, suddenly helping her friend. Grabbing the rest of the pieces and throwing them in the trash with Carter.
"You should see a doctor just in case." She told her.
"God no, I don't need to. Please, I'm okay." She scoffed. Removing the cloth, seeing it still bleeding. She looked at her friend. Knowing she should.
"Fine, can you get Emmett to pick us up? If your dads home, can he just see me. I don't really want to go to the hospital." Rosalie understood. She excused herself to call Emmett, letting him know that Carter is bleeding and that Jasper should go for a run.
Rosalie offered to hold her bleeding hand, while Carter put her shoes on without getting them covered in blood.
Emmett was quick, he knocked on the door almost immediately when he got there. Worried for his new friend. The bleeding was still going strong and they could smell it. To be fair, the smell of blood was intense. She had almost bled threw a full cloth.
Emmett drove them, both the girls sitting in the backseat so Rosalie could help her friend. She didn't even realize she was wearing her pyjamas until she was inside the Cullen's home. Jasper, Alice and Edward weren't home.
Esme was at the door waiting for them, Carter was not used to being cared about this much. The bleeding slowed down, but she realized she hadn't eat all day, and was becoming drowsy.
She followed Esme into where Carlisle was and he smiled to her before pulling out his medicine bag.
Rosalie was hovering over the door, her eyes were very dark, almost black, from what Carter seen.
She didn't need any stitches, thank goodness. Carlisle neatly wrapped her bandaged hand with care. Giving her some extra bandages for when she showers.
"Looks like you're all set now," He said, fixing his posture, and attending to his stuff, placing what needed to be cleaned away and putting everything else in his bag.
Carter stood up, seeing the blood and her bloody cloth in a small dish, she turned pale white and dropped to the floor.
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