A/N: Here you go, chapter 2. Seriously, please don't hate me. It had to be done, it sets the scene for the rest of the story. Just please bear with me and don't hate me as you continue to read. Okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Emmett POV

I found Drew punching a whole into a tree. As frustrated as I was with him, I couldn't help but laugh. I decided to sit back and watch him for a while. I noticed that his dirty blond hair was getting longer, and even getting a little curl to it. It was creepy, how he actually resembled Rosalie.

My mind flashed back to when we first met them. They were cold, and even though they were scared, Drew kept his cool, trying to be brave for his sister. Rosalie was so happy to have found them, so happy to add to our family. At the time, I was happy to. I thought, maybe being a dad would be cool. It was everything I thought it would be, with Anya. But Drew, he makes it so hard. I put in so much effort these few months, but he keeps pushing me away. "He's not my father." He said that often, constantly reminding me of that shortcoming, and it makes it hard to get along with him. But I had to keep trying, for my girls, Rosalie and Anya.

"What exactly did that tree do to you?" I asked, finally making myself known. Drew spun around startled, when he registered that it was me, he growled.

"Go away. I don't want you here." Drew replied.

"You think I don't know that? But ask me if I care. Go on, ask." I stood there looking at him, waiting for him to ask. He let out a sigh.

"Do you care?" He asked sarcastically. It was obvious that he figured he knew what my answer was going to be.

"A little. It's hard on a guy who has a son, who isn't really his son, and his son never lets him forget it. It's hard when all you do is try to get the kid to like you, to at least except you as a friend and he refuses to play ball with you, refuses to play video games, refuses to go out and see the super bowl. How on earth did you refuse the super bowl kid? Anyway, its more than obvious that you don't want me here at all in your life. It hurts a little, but not as much as watching my wife sigh every time you refuse an offer. Watching how much it hurts her to see that we just don't get along. Watching her want so bad for us to be a happy family and seeing that you're the one who doesn't want it. In a sense, you're not just rejecting me, that I could handle, but you're also rejecting my wife, and that, I can't really forgive." I finished my monologue and waited for him to reply. He just stood there, staring at the ground.

"Is she all you care about?" He finally spoke.

"Usually. But honestly, I'm a family man, so I care about my family. Edward, Bella, Renesme, Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rose. Even the dogs have become my family, so my care goes out to Jake, Seth, Quil, Embry, Leah, and all of there significant others and children. I care about Anya so much so, and I also, surprisingly, way deep down inside, care about you." I told him.

"Why? I'm not even your son." He spit out.

"And you never let me forget it. But I adopted you, so legally you are my son, whether it's by blood or not. So in retrospect, I have to care about you."

"Well I don't want you to." He told me.

"Why is that?" I asked him. He looked up at me for a second, then turned back around and started punching the tree again. This time with much more force. I waited a while before asking the question that had been boring in my mind since Aro came to visit us.

"Is it because of your real father?" He stopped punching the tree for a second, Then he punched it one more time before it fell to the ground. He stomped his foot and moved on to the next tree. "Is it because you think he's going to come back for you, and you don't want to have any trouble going back to him. You don't want the conflicting emotions of not wanting to leave us, so you feel it's better to not get attached?" I pushed. He didn't answer me. He simply continued to punch the tree. "Don't you think your being a little selfish, considering the whole family has already gotten attached to you, and Anya has gotten attached to us. If your father was to return, do you think Anya would be as wiling to leave us? Did you think about her feelings? The guy who allegedly left because he didn't want her, do you think she would willingly go back to him? Would you leave her behind if she chose not to?" I asked. I knew I wasn't really being fair to the kid, but hey.

"Are you that hurt by my rejection? That you have to say things that are obviously hard for me to deal with?" He said without turning around to look at me. I didn't reply, I was too taken aback. "Seriously, you don't think I've thought about Anya, and her attachment? I think about it every time she calls you daddy, or every time she laughs at your childish antics, or whenever she looks at Seth, or how Rosalie looks at her. Trust me, I notice it all. But our parents are looking for us, our real parents, and I want to be with them. Anya, she's smart enough to make her own decision. She could stay here with you all, or leave with me and my parents it's her call." He said before he started punching the tree again.

"Drew!" I growled, which scared him so much that he leaped into the air. "Your going to make her choose? Between her big brother, who she completely and utterly adores, and the only family who has ever given her the love the love she deserves? Is that fair?" I poke through clenched teeth. I was angry at his selfishness. I felt my fingers curl into fists and I shoved them into my pants pockets. Drew turned around and glared at me.

"You only care about Anya. The fact that you can't even see my side in this, shows you don't even care about me half as much as you care about her, and thats another reason why I want to leave. You say you want me, you say you care about me, but in all reality, all you care about is Anya, and I just so happen to be a big part of her life, so you simply have to accept me! To my father, I wasn't a constellation prize." The kid was fuming, it was as if I could see his blood boiling inside of him

"Is that what you think? That I only want you because I want Anya?" I asked in disbelief. I thought we sorted this out already. "Kid, we've been through this like a hundred times, my affection for you has nothing to do with Anya. It's simply because I see an amazing and cool kid who is hurting, and in desperate need of a father, and I want to be that father figure. If only he'd let me." I said in the most loving and fatherly voice that I could muster. I looked at him, waiting for a response. He stared back at me, as if he was trying to read my mind.

"Bullshit." Was his reply. I stared at him, incredulously.

"Fine. But it's getting dark, and my wife will be getting worried. Whenever your ready, you should come back, or don't. I don't even care anymore." I said before I turned around and headed back home. I heard his footsteps behind me, and I smiled to myself. Then I felt a sharp pain run through the back of my leg. I fell to the ground, completely shocked. I looked up and found a fuming Drew hovering over me. I rolled out of the way just in time to avoid a blow to the face. His fist connected with the ground instead, leaving a gaping hole in the ground. I stared at it. That could have been my face. I stood up quickly.

"What the hell Drew?" I yelled. He growled at me and lunged. The air was knocked out of me, and the tree he ran me into shattered to pieces. Shaking my head, I stood up and grabbed the boy. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. I pressed to my body, every time he would squirm I held tighter. With him in my arms I headed back home. As soon as The family was in sight, I loosened my grip on him. Bad move, because he quickly turned himself in my grip and threw a punch that connected with my jaw. And it hurt like hell. Before thinking about it, I hurled the kid into the air, and he fell crashing down, right next to Rosalie. She looked at me in horror. I held my jaw which ached. I walked over to the family who all stared at me in disbelief, but I didn't care. I stood glaring down at Drew.

"You've got quite an arm there kid, what else you got?" I taunted. He lay there on the ground moaning in pain. He hit the ground pretty hard.

"Emmett." Rosalie said in a warning tone. I shot her a look and she backed off. This was between me an the kid. I pulled him up by his arm and led him into the clearing, taking him a safe distance away from the family, this way no one would get hurt.

"What else you got?" I asked. Drew growled at me and lunged, I moved to the left quickly, dodging his attack. I turned around to see him staggering forward. "You have to be faster than that. When facing a larger opponent, you must use your speed to your advantage. It's all about speed. Again!" I ordered. Drew glared at me, I simply flashed him a full set of teeth. He lunged at me again. This time I didn't move out of the way, I simply pushed him. He flew backwards, hitting the ground hard. "Know your opponent. Analyze their movements, feel their movements, respond accordingly to their movements." He stood up and I rushed at him. He moved aside quickly and climbed onto my back. "Good." I said, before reaching behind me and throwing him to the ground.

"But you should have expected that. If your going to attack, follow through completely, don't hold back." I told him. He stood up and rushed at me. His shoulder pushed deep into my gut, and I let out a pained grunt. I fell to the ground and he climbed on top of me, and started punching my face. Once again caught off guard, disoriented, I grabbed his arms and held the tightly so he couldn't move them. I stared up into his face.

I saw water in his eyes, and felt a tear drop onto my face. My eyes opened wide. "Are you crying?" I asked dumbly. He yanked his arm away and stood up. I got to my feet, and we stood there staring at each other.

"Again." He said.

"Drew." I didn't want to fight anymore.

"Again!" He yelled. As he lunged at me. I quickly grabbed his arms and lifted him up in the air. The tears were streaming down his face now. He began kicking his feet. I held him out farther so he wouldn't kick me. "Put me down, and lets go again." He choked out.

"No." I told him.

"Yes!" He swung his body forward and kicked me in the chest. Instinctively I threw him away from me. He hit the ground hard but, got back up.

"Again!" He screamed.

"Drew stop." I said quietly.

"No Emmett! Again!" He crouched down, vampire style, and began creeping towards me.

"Enough!" I roared. My voice echoed around us, and shook the ground. Drew stopped in his tracks and stood up. His body slumped over, and he looked scared. He stared at the ground, kicking his foot at a small, innocent flower. I walked up to him, and knelt down, so we were eye level. He was still crying. I lifted his head so he would look at me.

"Enough Drew." I said simply. He shook his head yes. I let out a long sigh and rested my hand on his hair. "Go to your room." I told him. He nodded once and headed to the house. I watched him walk off. Completely exhausted, I ran my hands through my hair. What was I going to do.

I walked back over to the family. They all looked at me solemnly, all except Quil, who was ecstatic because he called a family feud. I looked over at Rose, but she turned her head. She was not happy with me.

"Man, you look like hell." Jasper spoke. I looked at him and let out a chuckle.

"You took a beating from that kid! Emmett, the strongest vampire, took a beating from an eight year old." Edward quipped.

"Whatever, he still has a lot to learn." I sighed.

"Don't you think you were too rough with him?" Bella asked. I looked over at Rose. She turned her head away from me.

"I don't know, you all tell me." I Suggested. I sat down, completely out of energy. I noticed that Anya was still here, she was sitting on the ground picking at the grass. Sh was avoiding eye contact with me. I sucked in a breath, I didn't even take into account how she might feel to me fighting her brother. Her eight year old twin brother. Shit. Now I felt dumb, and childish. "Say something Rose." I said, knowing she wanted so badly to do so. Her head snapped in my direction. I flinched a little, knowing this would not be fun.

"Seriously Emmett? Seriously? He is an eight year old boy! You cannot just throw him around like that!What if he's hurt." She said. I sighed, I hated fighting with Rose.

"He's like every type of supernatural being, he'll be fine. He'll heal." I told her.

"That is not the point Emmett! Your not a child! Those years are long, long, long gone! You are probably the biggest Vampire in the entire world and you think it's okay to simply throw around a child. You didn't even think before you acted Em. You didn't think how it would feel to him, that his adoptive father is beating on him, he's been through that enough in his life being bounced around in foster homes and then you go and decide to do it? DO you know how traumatic that might be to him, might be to Anya who had to sit here and watch it? You don't know what kind of memories they have that you may have resurfaced Emmett, are you kidding me!" By the time she finished she was standing directly in front of me, and I swear she was red.

But she was right, I didn't think. The fact that they probably experienced something like that in their lives, and I brought it here, into an environment that was supposed to be safe and secure for them and then I ruin it.

"Shit." was all I could say. Rose looked at me in disbelief, and let out a short humorless laugh.

We all sat there in silence. I stared at Anya, desperately wanting to hold her, and apologize for any bad memories I've uncovered, or for making her feel safe, or anything. But I couldn't do it. She probably hated me so much.

"Anya, how do you feel about this?" Edward asked, while looking at me. I held my breath, (even though I didn't have to breathe in the first place) waiting her answer. Anya stood up and looked at me. She was analyzing me, turning her head at different angles, taking everything in. She walked up to me and grabbed my hand. She lifted it up and examined it. I stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to say anything. Then she looked me in the eyes, she stared deep an hard. I heard Edward take in a sharp breath, and Anya shot him a death glare, before looking back at me. For what seemed like forever she stood there, staring in my eyes, holding my hand. Then she squeezed my hand tightly, I winced in pain.

"Hit me." She said. My eyes shot open wide, and I heard a chorus of surprised gasps.

"N-No." I said confused. She looked at me, and then lifted her hand, and slapped me across my face.

"Hit me." I let my head hang, and she pulled it so that I was looking at her again.

"Hit me!" She said sternly.

"No." I said standing up. I started to walk away from her when she stopped me dead in my tracks with one word.

"Emmett." If I were human, I would have died, for my heart would have stopped beating. Emmett? Which meant, she no longer saw me as a dad, that she no longer loved me. If I could cry. I would be. I really fucked up this time.

"I'm sorry." A voice said. I spun around and found Drew standing with his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry. For not wanting to be your son. I'm sorry for loving my real father more than I could love you. I'm sorry for pushing you the way I did today. I'm sorry for hitting you, and provoking you. You know, you learn a lot about a person when you live with them for some time. You learn their weaknesses and their limits. I'm sorry for pushing just the right buttons." Drew stared at Anya for a while after he finished his apologies.

"Drew, you have nothing to be sorry about, it was me. I was out of line." I said, interrupting their connection. He looked at me sadly. Anya walked over to her brother and slapped him, hard, and he hit the ground.

"Who are you?" She asked. Now I was completely confused, and by th looks on everyone else faces, I could tell they all were also. Well all except Edward, but he didn't seem like he was going to share. Anya walked over to me once again.

"Will you hit me?" She asked in a shaky voice. She was on the verge of tears. I bent down and looked her in the eye.

"Never." I told her seriously. She smiled, she leaned in and kissed my nose. I wrinkled it, making her giggle.

"I know. Just... give Drew some time. Ask Alice, something is coming that will push him to you. It's only a matter of time." With that she walked away, she grabbed Drew's arm and he followed her reluctantly into the house. I watched them go, utterly confused.

"Edward, want to let me in on anything?" I called.

"In due time my friend, in due time." Was all he said.

"Alice?" I asked.

"There is a storm coming, a black storm. But it's not coming here, it's coming to Alaska, where we will be by this time tomorrow." She said.

"How soon?" Carlisle asked.

"We have about a week." She said. She and Edward shared a look.

"When do we pack?" Claire asked.

"Oh no, no dogs." I said.

"I'm going." The quiet Seth finally spoke. "There's a storm coming for my imprint, I want you to try and stop me from coming." He spoke simply.

"Just Seth. Jake, is it okay that we take a member of your pack into potential danger?" Edward asked.

"My brother isn't going anywhere without me." Leah perked up.

"Leah. Let him go. It's fine with me." Jake said. Leah growled at him and backed off.

"Okay, it's settled. Jake, Nessie, Quil and Claire, Embry and Brenda. Leah and Chance, you all stay. Seth will come with, Rosalie, Emmett, Drew, Anya, Edward, Bella, Jasper, Alice, Esme, and I." Carlisle clasped his hands together and stood up. "This should be interesting." He said before he and Esme disappeared into the main house.

I followed Rose into our house. "Tell me, am I on silent treatment standards?" I asked her as we entered. She looked at me once and turned away. Damn.

"Kids, we're going on a trip. Just pack warmly." I heard Rosalie tell them.

This trip, I feel, could be the death of me.

I sighed deeply.

A/N:Seriously this was a tough chapter for me to write, worrying about how you may react, so please review and let me know how you feel. So please Review.