What? Rosalie was entirely unprepared for the hostility and anger. She didn't know anything about a rape and most of what she was hearing made no sense to her, especially right now. "Daniel and I have barely even spoken to her. We were trying to wake her up and then he called an ambulance and then when we got here they took her away and I haven't seen her since." Then a slight frown as she went back over what Shane had said. "No, she doesn't want sex, she wants love. But she thinks it's sex."
He hadn't stopped talking though and he seemed angry enough that she flinched a little when he stepped towards her. The little bits of what he was saying weren't connecting in her head, causing her responses to be short and punctuated with questions of her own. "Quoi? We didn't say-- when was she raped?" Was that why she had cut them off? Run away from Jack? Had something happened to her? The little blood that was left in her face drained away as she waited for his answer and tried to think about how smart it was to say her next sentence. She didn't quite have the sense not to, though.
"Shane...there were lots of needle marks. She's been shooting up. At least since she stopped talking to us, maybe before." What Shane and Daniel found hard to believe, Rosalie could imagine perfectly. There was no such thing as too young or too sweet. She could feel the cold isolation and the constant misery that made drugs so appealing and she could remember the warmth and the false elation they provided and it made her ache. It was a couple more seconds before she returned her attention to Shane with a small shake of her head that left her a little dizzy.