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WARNING: This story contains bad language and corporal punishment in some chapters. If this offends you, please discontinue your reading of this story.
A/N: Here is the revised first chapter. Again I offer my sincere apologies.
I walked into the house utterly frustrated. I had just spent a good hour fighting with Bella again. She had run off to see that stupid mutt, and came home to find me completely, and utterly pissed. We fought and then we apologized, then she finally went to bed. It was a vicious cycle. I had come home after she had went to sleep to change clothes for tomorrow, and also to calm down a bit. I hated to make Bella upset with me, and I hated that we kept circling back to the same argument. Didn't she understand how difficult it was for me to deny her something she wanted? Couldn't she see it was for her own safety?
Maybe I was a bit jealous, but dammit her safety was the main point here. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation.
"What's got your little white briefs in a bunch bro?" Emmett called out as I walked in, breaking me from my musings.
"Not now Emmett." I muttered, closing the front door a little too hard. It rattled in the frame for a second, but didn't break.
Shouldn't you be with your looovvveeee muffin?
I let out an agitated grunt, but otherwise ignored him as I started towards the stairs. I wasn't in the mood for his teasing tonight.
Ah I see…. Someone's had another fight, eh? What'd you do this time?
I stopped at the bottom of the steps, clenching my teeth with an audible snap.
"None of your business Emmett." I hissed. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now."
He barked out a laugh. "Jeeze... chill man... I'm just joking with you. You need to relax! Maybe you should take a leaf out of Me and Rose's book!" He winked, and wiggled his eyebrows. Get it? I'm sure Bella would like it!
His innuendo was not lost to me, especially with the graphic mental pictures he threw my way.
I clenched my fists in irritation and disgust. I turned my head slightly to look at him, shooting him a warning stare. He sat leisurely on the white sofa, smiling broadly at me, eyes alight with laughter. Jasper was next to him, shaking his head. "Em, maybe you should leave him alone."
Emmett shrugged off Jasper's warning (and mine) and continued to tease. Seriously bro… a good romp would fix that… He gestured to me. Right up.
I whipped around to glare at my brother, a growl rumbling deep in my chest. My fuse was short, and he was burning it out quickly. "Drop it Emmett."
Jasper began sending some calming waves at me. It irked me, but right now I was more concerned with Emmett.
"Ease up bro." Emmett chuckled. "Take that stick out of your ass before you hurt yourself and start walking funny."
"I'm warning you Emmett. Knock. It. Off." I spat. Jasper uped the intensity of the calm, trying to get me to back down before I did something stupid. "Emmett.. Edward... come on."
His interference only pissed me off further. "Fuck off Jasper."
Jasper recoiled a bit from my rude remark. I didn't swear much. "Fine." He snapped. "It's your hides, not mine." The calm waves evaporated and Jasper, offended, stormed out of the room grumbling about ignorant hot heads.
"Stop being such a dick Edward. Chill out. Seriously you should consider it... maybe it would help with that stray dog problem of yours too. Bella wouldn't waste her time on the mutt if she got some."
That was the last straw, all my frustration from the fight with Bella and Emmett's relentless teasing seemed to explode. Before I could stop myself, I launched at him with a snarl, throwing my fist hard into his jaw. Emmett, who had risen from the couch, flew backwards at the unexpected blow. He landed hard on the coffee stable, sending broken pieces of wood flying about the room.
He was back on his feet in a second, stretching his jaw muscles as he crouched down in a fighting stance.
Jasper rushed into the room at the commotion, eyes widening at the scene before him. "Oh come on you two! Look what you've done! Esme and Carlisle are going to kill you! Cut it out!"
He again sent calming waves at us both, but it didn't make any difference... I wasn't the only angry one anymore.
You want to fight, little brother? Bring it on. Emmett taunted.
I growled again and ran at him. Crashing together, we both tumbled to the couch, causing it to snap under our weight. Jasper tried to pull us apart, but after he got kicked in the face in his attempt, he backed off and just continued to project soothing feelings at us. Meanwhile, Emmett landed a good blow to my gut in the struggle and I momentarily lost my breath. Just as I was about to retaliate, someone let out a yell that had both Emmett and I freezing in place.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Carlisle screamed.
Emmett and I, currently tangled together over the crushed remains of the sofa, turned to look at him with wide eyes. Carlisle stood in the doorway, his briefcase at his feet, the contents of it scattered over the floor from when he dropped it. His fists were clenched at his sides and his expression was furious as he took in the chaotic scene before him.
Oh shit. Emmett thought.
Oh shit is right.
A/N: I hope this was better.