okay... so an idea i had on the train to London ... Emmett gets abused by his gay dad, random but i thinks its good... please note, that altough not mentioned his mother is dead, and his fater is not carlisle , thank god. AU-Human

"Emmett get up you stupid bastard"

So, the average morning at my house. Waking up to being thrown across the room was new for a morning, but my dad had done it before. As heavy as I was being 17, my dad could still chuck me about like a rag doll, and being woken up at six in the morning by the man I hated more than anyone, really did suck. I slid down the wall in agony, trying to force my self up to defend myself, but before I could even start to move, I felt my dads boot hit me in the side. He grabbed me by my short curly hair and threw me out of my door, and over the stair rail, slamming my back against the far wall I prepared my self for an immediate drop, letting myself go limp to avoid injury.

Toppling down the stairs was not fun especially when you're not even properly awake, and god knows what you're dad is going to do to you next. I landed in a heap up against a large cabinet at the foot of the stairs, smacking my head against it to break my fall. Rubbing my ribs to ease the pain of there breakage I didn't dare take my eyes off of my dads bold figure at the top of the stairs.

"Get up you wimp I want a coffee"

Please tell me why he couldn't make some coffee for himself on a morning, or just ask me without the huge scene. Well, I can tell you that just less than 5 years ago I found out. So, my whimpering 12 year old self walks up to my dad fuming with rage and asks him why he persists on making me get up to make him coffee at six am, and he say its because it turns him on.

Anyway lets not take a history trip, I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled into our very oversized kitchen to make a coffee for my dad while, he sat at the table watching me, making coffee in nothing but my tight Calvin Klein boxers. His face was full of lust, it was disgusting to say I'm from his own blood, but then again I was used to it. When I was done making his coffee I bent to place it on the table in front of him and almost collapsed in agony, so I had at least one broken rib.

I could tell my dad was more powerful this morning than ever, he was pissed that I'd gone to Port Angeles for the weekend. Next I was expecting him to force me under himself and do god knows what to me, while I would try to block it out, but what did happen was really unexpected:

"Go get ready for school, take the jeep, I hooked it back up"

Momentarily, I stared in disbelief, but not for long enough for him to notice. I turned and made my way out of the room and upstairs to my room, leaving the door slightly ajar so I would hear if he decided to change his mind. Getting ready took me a while, as I had to strap up my ribs best I could and hide the bruises on my face with make-up, which really took effort as generally you can tell if a guy wears make up, so It takes patience to get it right.

When I was ready though still an hour and a half early to school I go into the jeep and drove to jaspers place. After checking my face in the wing mirror, I pulled down the sleeves on my white jacket to cover the remaining bruises on show.

Luckily jasper has never noticed anything after similar things to this have happened. He had one brother called Edward and three sisters which I hate; the little one Alice was always pestering me and prancing around like a fairy, and Bella was always hanging around Edward like his dog or something, and Rosalie, bitchiest bitch I've ever met.

Walking up to Jaspers porch took a while as he had a really huge garden. When I finally approached the door I could see his father Carlisle opening the door for me, though I loved my jeep it was quite noisy. He welcomed me in and told me to go straight up to jaspers room; I was surprised he acted like this was a regular thing, me turning up on his door step at half past seven.

I wasn't sure whether to knock on jaspers door, so I did out of politeness and also I didn't want to barge in on him if he was still asleep or anything.

"Emmett, my man, come in, I just hooked up my new wii, want to give me a hand test driving it before school"

"Sure" I said walking into him unnaturally large bedroom, full of consoles and computers.

An hour and a half later, after a lot of scowling at his sisters, and letting his brother fill my I-pod with crap music to get him off my back, we both arrived at school, he drove his Harley Davidson, and I followed him in the jeep. We walked to English together as usual on a Monday morning, we blanked the teacher yelling at us for being late and sat at two tables on the back row, this lesson should be fun, time to teach the teacher…..

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