Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

So I'm planning on making this like a two or three shot, but I don't know yet. Right now, here's the first chapter…so…enjoy and review!

I had always loved my brother.

Really, I had! We never even fought about anything.

Well…okay, maybe that's a lie, Edward and I had fought over stuff, but just stupid things, like video games, and that time he snapped my plasma screen TV in half, but we've never fought over a girl.

And a human girl at that.

And Edward's girl.

But I had loved her as if she was my own sister, as if she was my personal little voodoo doll, except that she didn't belong to anyone. Everything that you did to that voodoo doll hurt her and only her. It didn't hurt anyone else because she didn't belong to anyone.

The day that Edward announced that he was throwing his voodoo doll away, I immediately became annoyed. I didn't even wonder why, I just became annoyed, and pictures of her beautiful, young, innocent face flashed through my eyes. It was a horrible sight to see, and I ended up feeling something I'd never felt towards my brother: hatred.

Burning, complete hatred that took over every nerve and inch of my body, winning me over as I felt my anger boil over.

I was beyond upset.

In fact, I had been livid with him.

I could remember the day perfectly, as if it was almost yesterday. I remember, because that was the last day I talked to him.

It was right after her eighteenth birthday, and Jasper had gone all lunatic over her paper cut. Edward had managed to protect her all right, and Jasper had managed to calm down after I literally had to throw him out the door.

I wasn't in love with her, I just loved her, and I vowed to myself, the day that Edward had announced that he was now dating that human girl, that I would never, ever let anything come in between Edward and her, because he was happier that day then I had ever seen him in his entire existence.

I wouldn't even let my brother place one mere finger on her if he had thoughts about hurting her, much less killing her.

Edward was killing her, that day after her eighteenth birthday. He was killing her every step he took away from her.

Once Edward had went upstairs, after announcing that we were going to leave Forks, and never return, I had let my rage go out of control, and I had managed to impound the closet door as well as snap a wooden bench in half.

Whoops.

Esme got real pissed after that, and then I ended up having to go out and buy the exact same wooden freaking bench that I had just broken. When Edward broke my plasma screen TV, he never had to buy me a new one! I even had the buy the same stupid make…

Anyways!

I had followed Edward upstairs, to his room, where angry, loud, obnoxious music was blaring. Normally, the only person that would ever play this kind of music was me, when I was very pissed off, or just wanting to annoy Edward. But right then, the only thing I wanted to do to Edward was snap his head off; I was so angry at him. Couldn't he see that he was breaking a young girl's heart, who had just found true love for the first time?

Whoa, Emmett, dude, that was deep.

So I opened up Edward's door, and he's shoving books and clothes and other random objects that only he would collect into several suitcases, that were all lined up in a row on the floor and on his couch.

He didn't seem to notice my entrance, probably over the stupid loud music, so I knocked on the door.

He looked up, and just glared at me with his topaz eyes. He didn't stop packing though, in fact, it made him speed up.

"Edward." I had said, "What are you doing?"

"Packing. What does it look like I'm doing?" He had spat at me, still not missing a step. Not even a little pause to glare at me!

I was hurt.

"I'm not leaving." I had said, quite firmly, and I remembered leaning up against his door. He had stopped.

Score one for Emmett!

"I'm risking her life."

"Yeah, you are. By leaving her like this, you are. Do you have any idea how much she loves you? By walking away, Edward, but leaving her, alone, to cry…do you even understand?"

That had paused him for a moment. He was contemplating my words, I supposed. Something that no one has ever done for me.

I basked in glow of the moment.

"I just want her to have a normal life. Obviously she's not safe around us."

"Ah, so Jasper slipped up. So what? He's still young, and he didn't even hurt her."

"Yes he did, Emmett!" Edward had raised his voice at me, and I had raised my eyebrows at his courage, "If Jasper had been able to control himself, then he wouldn't have lunged at her over a paper cut. She wouldn't have fallen into the glass and cut up her arm either and she wouldn't be injured right now, Emmett."

"So we're leaving because Jasper slipped up?" Edward didn't answer; in fact, he had just walked away from me. "Well if it is Jasper's fault, then maybe we should just ship him away. I heard that the penguins in Antarctica are in mating season right now!" I winked at Edward, and he had given me a growl.

He just continued to pack clothes, and then, I finally had had enough. I had marched over, grabbed his suitcase, and chucked it out of the open window.

"Emmett!" Edward demanded, for he was too slow to register what had just happened. His clothes had fallen out all over the floor and down the side of the house as the suitcase had landed with a 'clunk' outside.

"Do you even love her anymore?" I had asked my tone low and dark. "Last week you two looked madly in love, like you were never going to see each other again."

Edward had just stared down at his feet and then looked back up at me. His eyes had shown a great amount of emotions, and I had felt smart that I had been able to pick out the emotions without Jasper there telling me them.

I remembered them clearly, as if it was what Rose had worn yesterday.

Heartache, despair, guilt, and sadness.

"I love her enough to let her go." He had said, softly. I was almost shocked at that moment. I had probably expected him to say it in a harsher tone, I guess, "I know what's best for her. If she lives a normal life, loving a normal human; someone who can get old with her, someone who can die with her, then that is what I want. I want her to be normal. She doesn't deserve the horrible fate that was brought onto us, onto all of us. I love her enough to let her have that normal life."

I hadn't said anything for a couple of minutes, and neither had Edward, but, finally, I spoke, "Then why'd you love her to begin with?" I had spat, but, I hadn't even waited for Edward to say anything, because I had already walked out the door and down the hallway, still fuming over Edward, over her, and over the fact that I had to buy that stupid bench!