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"Mom, I'm begging you! Please," I said whilst getting down on my knees in front of her. "Please, don't leave me with him. I'll be dead by the time you come home!"

"Renesmee," my mom, Isabella, chuckled. "You'll be fine. Don't worry."

"Fine? I think not! Have you met him?! He's Uncle Emmett!" I cannot believe this was happening! My parents, Bella and Edward, are going hunting along with my Aunt Alice, Aunt Rosalie, Uncle Jasper, Grandma Esme, and Grandpa Carlisle. My best friend, Jake, has something to do as well. So, I am stuck with Uncle Emmett. Believe me when I say that this is not a good thing.

"Hey, I can hear you, Nessie. And let me tell you, I am wounded. Don't you love me?" I heard the booming voice of Uncle Emmett behind me.

I sighed and turned around. "Of course I love you, Uncle Em."

"Good because we are gonna have so much fun!" He yelled before suffocating me with one of his bear hugs.

"See, honey. It won't be that bad." Mom smirked at me. "Well, I better get going. Everyone's waiting." She shot Uncle Emmett a look, "You be careful and responsible, Emmett. I mean it." She turned to me next, "I'll see you soon, sweetie." She kissed my forehead before leaving.

"Bye." I grumbled out. We watched as she stepped out of the house and listened until her footsteps could no longer be heard.

"Finally! We're free!" Uncle Emmett joyfully shouted. "So, what do you wanna do, kiddo?"

"I think I'm just gonna go upstairs and read." I turned to the staircase.

"I don't think so, young one." He pulled me back.

I sighed, "Fine, what do you want to do?"

He grinned deviously, "Everything." Oh no.

********************** 7 HOURS LATER ******************************

The house was covered in toilet paper, assorted food items, and graffiti. Half of the furniture was broken, there are several broken windows, and there is an awful stench lingering around the house. You'd think the broken windows would help, but it doesn't. It definitely doesn't. The weird thing is everything happened in a blur. One minute, Uncle Emmett is making some sort of weird concoction he dared himself to drink, the next, there is pure chaos. I don't even know where he is now!

I could hear everyone coming. Oh, this is going to be so funny! Grandma shot me a look of shock and question when they arrived. I simply shrugged my shoulders. All of a sudden, she shrieked, "EMMETT!" And the fun begins…