That night, I did all I could just to avoid Emmett. Even if it meant staying downstairs for the rest of the night. Or my life. It really depends. It was like this every time Emmett hit me. I feel like if I can avoid him for as long as possible, then I can avoid his fist in my face for a second time. My life since Emmett's real personality came out has been nothing but fear. Fear and pain. I sat on the couch in the living room that was across from the television. Jasper was on the couch on the other side of the living room. I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs, and immediately knew it was Emmett.
"Jasper, can you sit with me?" I asked, fear clear in my voice. He looked over at me questioningly.
"I just figured you would want to see the T.V. better", I explained. He stared at me for a few seconds before slowly getting up and sitting next to me. Emmett showed up only seconds later, forcing me to grab onto Jasper's hand. My eyes stayed glued to the T.V., but Emmett's eyes were on me.
"Yo, Jazz. You wanna wrestle outside? Edward's being a wuss", he asked, eyes still fixed on me.
"I heard that!" Edward commented from upstairs.
"Yeah, sure", Jasper replied, getting up. I almost didn't let go of his hand, but I didn't want him to suspect anything, so I did. I put the the T.V. on mute once they left, listening intently to all the sounds they were making. I was hoping that Emmett would ask for a thousand re-maches, just like always, so I could avoid him for longer. I heard a lot of grunting and something like an avalanche whenever they clashed into each other. Every now and then, I would hear Emmett curse under his breath.
After about two hours of this, I heard a mix of loud footsteps coming in the house. I automatically stiffened.
"You know, I'm starting to think you're the mind-reader. Not Edward", Emmett complained, getting closer. I looked up then and saw Jasper, looking back at Emmett as they walked through the entrance-way.
"No, I just don't rely on only my strength", he had no idea how right he was.
"Whatever. I want a re-match tomorrow", Jasper was about to retaliate, but Emmett continued- "With video-games", a smirk started to stretch across his face. Jasper narrowed his eyes for a second before saying, "You're on", and walking up the stairs. I shook a little, knowing that Emmett's attention was going to be on me now. He slowly turned his head towards me. The look on his face told me he wanted to take his anger from losing out on me. As soon as his head was directed for me to go upstairs, I got up from the couch quickly, running up the stairs. I walked into mine and Emmett's room, watching as he walked in behind me and locked the door. I stood still, waiting for the pain. He walked up to me with the same unforgiving look as always.
"Emmett-", I started, quickly interuptted by his fist. I fell to the floor, tearless sobs beginning to wrack throughout my whole body.
"Get up!" he yelled. I couldn't get myself to move.
"I said, get up!" I tried as hard as I could, but I just douln't get up, so he kicked me. I screamed, and he pulled me up by my arm.
"Next time, you listen to me", this time, he smacked me across the face and took my arm again. It wasn't long before I felt a painful burning on my arm. When he let go of me and I fell, I looked at my arm and saw a pulsating bite on my arm. I started crying harder as I rubbed the bite vigorously, trying to stop the pain. Or at least lessen it.
"Worthless", was the last thing Emmett said before walking away and slamming the door shut.