A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Warning:

This story contains murder, drug use, abuse, and many other things. If you don't like any of these things, please do not read this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Preface

I walk into the restaurant, the air conditioning erasing the heat from the hot summer day and the walk here. I look around the restaurant, Emmett's big form sticking out easily among the tables and other customers. I quickly walk over to where he is sitting, pulling the chair out on the other side of the table from him.

"I'm sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe how much traffic there was today." I try my well-practiced lie as I look around for the waitress.

"If you are going to lie so poorly, the least you could do is look at me Bella." Emmett looks me over quickly and leans in towards me a little. "First of all, we both know you walked here. Besides the fact that this is Forks, any amount of traffic wouldn't have slowed you down. And secondly, jeans and a long sleeve shirt, hair down, fresh makeup…Bells, you can't stay with him and let him do this to you." Emmett finishes as I frown at his assessment.

"I didn't come to this lunch to be analyzed like one of your victims at the station, deputy. I didn't come here for a lecture either. I love him." I reach across the table, wrapping my hand around Emmett's. "And I love you, so I don't want to have any problems today. I just want a nice lunch with my brother." I squeeze his hand gently, before pulling my hand back to my side of the table.

I try to ignore the pained look that flashes across Emmett's face. We have had this conversation before though and nothing is going to change overnight. I love my husband, even if he did have his faults. We all had faults. When I married Jacob, I promised to love him no matter what. I know Emmett couldn't understand what was happening. But this was just a bump in the road. Jacob and I were going to make it through this and come out happy.

"This is how it always starts, Bell. You have to put a stop to it before it gets out of control. You know I love you. But I'm trying to keep you from becoming one of my victims that I have to analyze." He stares at me for a moment. "And that's detective, not deputy." Emmett finally cracks a smile, giving me a break from the conversation.

"What can I get you to drink?" The waitress interrupts, stepping up to the side of the table.

"Just water for me, please." I force my stare to remain on my menu as she stares down Emmett. Women were always staring at him like this.

"I'll have a coke." Emmett says.

"I'll give you a few minutes to look over your menus and I'll be right back with your drinks." She states before walking away. I look back up at Emmett. When I find that Emmett is already looking at me, I return my attention to the menu, trying to decide what I want.

The rest of lunch passes quickly. It hits me hard when I realize how much I miss this. I wish I could see my brother more, but there's just too much going on to arrange meetings more often than I do.

Standing outside of the restaurant, the warm day seeps through my long sleeve shirt and jeans once more, causing sweat to form. I ignore everything for a moment, staring up at Emmett. I can never be sure when I will see him again. I want to remember every moment I get to spend with my brother. With the stress of his job and trying to start a family with Rosalie, he changes so quickly these days. I'm afraid I change too, but not in a good way like he does.

"You be careful." Emmett wraps me in a hug. "Call me if you need anything."

"Thank you. You tell Rosalie I said hello." I smile, trying to cover up how much I miss her.

"I will. I'll have to being her to our next lunch, she misses you so much." Emmett releases me.

"I miss her too." My smile turns sad.

I watch Emmett climb into his jeep and drive off. I start off down the sidewalk, enjoying the slow, relaxed walk home. The heat of the day catches up with me even more as I walk, but the birds chirping and the kids playing in the streets distract me from how warm it really is.

When I reach my home, I open the mailbox. I pull the small stack of envelopes from the box, flipping through them as I follow the path to the house. As I'm stepping up onto the porch, I pull the keys from my pocket. I reach up to put them in the lock when I realize the door is cracked open. I push the door open, looking around the room. When I see nothing and no one out of the ordinary, I look around outside.

Everything seems to be just as I left it, with the exception of the open door. Jacob's car is still parked in the drive way. There is no other car in sight. I remain still for a moment, listening. I turn back to the house, attempting to tame the fear bubbling up inside of me. The lights are off throughout the house, but there's enough light streaming in through the windows that I don't bother turning on the lights.

"Jacob?" I pause, waiting for a response. The fear inside me doubles when nothing but silence answers me.

"Jacob? Honey, you home?" I call out again. Goosebumps break out all over my arms when the silence lingers on.

I move through our home, tracing a path through the downstairs. I am slightly relieved when I see nothing out of the ordinary. I stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up for a moment. I gather my courage and take the stairs one at a time. When I reach the top, I open the door to our bedroom.

I gasp when I see Jacob's still body, covered in blood on our bed. My hand raises of its own accord, covering my mouth as I rush to Jacob's side. I stare at him for a moment, unsure of what to do. I press my hand to his neck, looking for a pulse. I try to recall the CPR class that I took many years ago. When I feel no pulse, I put pressure on the wound in his chest.

I pull one hand from his chest, patting his pockets looking for his phone. When I finally find it, I call for an ambulance. The lady on the other side asks me to remain on the phone, but once she knows where I am, I hang up. I throw the phone on the bed and use both hands to apply pressure once more.

The tears are streaming down my face as I hear the ambulance sirens rushing towards my house. But I already know it's too late, I know Jacob is gone. I listen as the footsteps enter the home, I must have left the door open when I came in. They find me quickly, assessing the situation and pushing my hands out of their way.

"Excuse me, miss. I need you to step out of the way." Someone places their hand on my shoulder, lightly pulling me away from Jacob's side.

"No, I want to stay with him." I grab for Jacob's lifeless hands.

"Come with me." He tugs harder on my shoulder, making it clear I had to leave.

I continue to fight him until he wraps an arm around my stomach, gently pulling me away from the bed. He continues to tug until I am outside of the bedroom. I hear the animalistic screams tugging from my body as he pulls me away. I am powerless to control myself.

I feel the rush of nausea take over my stomach. I clamp my hand over my mouth as I run down the stairs and into the bathroom. I lean over the toilet, emptying my stomach as the tears continue to run down my face.

When I am finished, I pick myself up and force myself to brush my teeth. I move out of the bathroom, finding an officer waiting for me in the living room.

"Please have a seat." He asks, pointing towards the couch.

I take a seat, looking up at the man. He looks blurry to me. I can't make out his features. I can't properly focus on anything except the fresh memory of my husband lying in our bed upstairs.

"Is there anyone you would like to call?" The officer holds out a phone to me.

"My brother." I take the phone from him and dial the number I memorized so long ago.

"Hello?" Emmett's voice comes loudly through the phone.

"Em, Jacob's…he's…Jacob's dead." I can barely get the words out through the chattering of my teeth. My whole body is shaking.

"Are you at home?" His voice changes from friendly to business.

"Yes."

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there in ten." I pull the phone away from my ear, holding it out towards the officer.

A/N: Next chapter is coming shortly! This is a rewrite of an old story. So if it seems familiar, that's why. I hope you enjoyed reading (or re-reading)!

Let me know what you think!

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