Chapter 2: Hard Decisions

Songs for Chap 2: Loser - 3 Doors Down, Echo - Trapt, Pain - 3 Days Grace & Had Enough - Papa Roach

Bella's POV

"Are you sure about this, Bells? What changed your mind?" Charlie looked at me curiously. I had just told him I wanted to move to Jacksonville.

"I'm positive, Dad. I mean, I don't want to leave, but I need to. Everything's just been so…" I trailed off trying to gather my thoughts. "I think leaving is the only option I have left." It is the only option I have left, I thought as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Well, if that's what you want I'll drive you down. I will need a few days to get my shifts covered. I'm leaving it up to you to tell your mother."

"Thanks. I'll call her sometime tomorrow." Renee would be thrilled about my decision. She didn't want me moving to Forks in the first place.

"Alright, Kiddo. I love you. You don't have to go, Bella. I know things have been tough, but I sure will miss having you around," his eyes shifted rapidly as he spoke. He was as terrible at showing emotions as I was. We both knew how hard it was for him to admit that he would miss me.

"I'll miss being here," I said quietly, looking at the ground.

It had been a two days since I made the decision to go live with my mom and Phil in Jacksonville. No matter how I tried to twist the situation I kept seeing myself falling for Emmett and I just couldn't let that happen. Things were already fucked up; I didn't need to make them worse. Emmett was in love with Rosalie. I was a coping mechanism, a pawn in whatever little game he was playing. I was drowning in self pity and often during those two days I thought of the last time I was with him.

Once I made the decision to move, I peeled myself off the shower floor and took my time getting dried off and dressed. I walked to my room slowly and found Emmett sitting on the bed in the same spot I left him.

"You didn't have to stay." I walked over to my computer desk and stopped, turning around to face him.

"It would have been rude of me to leave," he replied. I wondered why he cared if he was rude to me. It didn't seem to bother him during previous encounters.

"Leave," I said, looking at him. He looked away, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"What? Why? I thought-"

"I don't care what you thought. This was a mistake. We shouldn't see each other anymore," I interrupted, not wanting to hear what he had to say.

"Bella," he said quietly. "Don't do this."

"You need to leave. My dad will be home soon," I lied. Besides, we both knew he would hear when Charlie pulled up and could be gone without a trace before he even had a chance to come inside.

"Is this a fucking joke? 'We shouldn't see each other anymore? My dad will be home soon.' You're more fucked up than I am, you know that?" he yelled.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"I won't come back," he said seriously, looking up at me. He was pissed, but I didn't care. The sooner he left, the easier it would be for me to move on from whatever it was we were doing.

"Good." There was no emotion in my voice or on my face, nothing to betray the way I was really feeling.

And then he was gone. He left without saying another word. I sank to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. My eyes betrayed me. I tried not to cry, but everything that I held in finally surfaced.

"Bells, you alright?" Charlie asked, shaking me out of my daze.

"Oh, um, yeah. I'm going upstairs. I think I should start packing."I needed to stay busy. I had to keep my mind off of moving, off of Edward, off of Emmett, off of everything.

"I'll be down here if you need me," his voice was full of love and concern. As I ran up to my room, I quietly questioned how anyone could love me, even my own father.

My room felt colder than usual. Since the day Edward left there was a cloud hanging over everything I did. Since the day Emmett came back that cloud became a little darker. What I thought was helping me was, in reality, crushing what little spirit I had left.

I dug what luggage I had out of the bottom of my closet. In a little over a year I had acquired more stuff than I thought possible, but I guess with a friend like Alice it was to be expected. I started at the back of my closet, grabbing everything I knew I wouldn't wear before we left. There were something's I knew I would never use, so I didn't bother with those. I thought maybe it would make Charlie feel better if I left something's there, even though I knew I would never be back. My two big suit cases were already full, so I was starting on the smaller duffle bags. I wanted to refrain from using boxes if I could.

"Going somewhere?" Emmett's booming voice startled me.

"Yes, I'm leaving for Jacksonville in a few days."

"Sounds like fun. When will you be back?" His gaze was harsh. I could tell he still wasn't over our last encounter.

"I won't." I averted my eyes quickly, looking at anything but him.

"You're moving to Jacksonville?"

"Mhm," I said, nodding. He laughed. I tried shushing him, afraid that Charlie would hear, but he didn't seem to care. He started walking towards me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Jacksonville."

"I am. Honestly, I should have left with my mom the other day. I was just being… stupid or whatever." I turned away from his embrace and continued packing my bags. His menacing laugh was back. My irritation was starting to break through. What the fuck was so funny?

Just as I was about to turn around and ask I felt his cold arm wrap around my waist. I gasped at the contact. He pulled me into his body a little too tight and moved the hair away from my face, so he could whisper in my ear.

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Jacksonville." And then, just like before, he was gone; only I was with him.

The wind whipped by us as he took off into the forest with me in tow. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find my voice, and besides, I wasn't sure that it would matter. His grip on me was tight, making it hard to breath. I wondered where he was taking me. Why was he taking me? We had only been running a few minutes when we came to a stop. He sat me down on my feet and I took a few minutes to inspect my surroundings. The house we were in front of was beautiful, but small. He didn't have to speak to tell me it was something Esme owned. It just had that feel.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, looking around nervously.

"You think you can run from me, so I'm making sure that doesn't happen. Now, I need to go get some stuff from the house. Would you prefer to walk or run?" He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me as if her were chastising a child. So many emotions ran through me. How dare he treat me that way?

"I am perfectly capable of being on my own. I'm a big girl, Emmett," I sneered.

"I'm not so sure you are," he retorted, pushing open the cottage door.

Emmett's POV

Two fucking days... I was still pissed. She thought she was going to just throw me out. What the hell happened is what I want to know. She was fine, then all of a sudden it was like a fucking switch had been flipped. I lay on the bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, with my mind wondering and looking to the road ahead.

As I laid there my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from Alice.

Be careful, dumbass. Do. Not. Hurt. Her. She is not in the right state of mind at the moment. Be gentle.

I groaned and closed my phone. Hurt her? How in the hell would I do that. Yeah, I was rough with her, but she liked it. My dick liked it, too. Her body was fucking amazing... her blushing skin, her expression as she came around me – I had to quit thinking about it or I'd end up taking her again.

As I laid there thinking of what we had done, I heard the bathroom door open.

She walked to the room, fully clothed, which was not what I wanted. I wanted to see her in that towel with the beads of water running down her pale skin. She slowly made her way to stand in front of her computer desk. I grew harder as I watched the sway of her hips as she walked.

"You didn't have to stay," she said, turning around to face me.

"It would have been rude for me to leave," I said, trying to figure out what she was doing. Alice wouldn't have warned me if I wasn't about to be angered.

"Leave," she said simply, but with finality.

"What? Why? I thought-"

"I don't care what you thought. This was a mistake. We shouldn't see each other anymore," she interrupted, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Bella," I whispered. "Don't do this."

"You need to leave. My dad will be home soon," she said.

"Is this a fucking joke? 'We shouldn't see each other anymore? My dad will be home soon'? You're more fucked up than I am, you know that?" I yelled.

Who the hell did this little girl think she was talking to? I'm not Edward; she was not going to dismiss me. I glared at her as she continued to talk.

"Maybe," she said, shrugging.

"I won't come back," I said seriously, looking at her. I was pissed, and the only thing keeping me in line at that moment was the phone vibrating in my pocket. .

"Good." she said.

I was hurt, angry and just wanted to fucking punch something. What is it with the woman around me? It's like they are fucking bi-polar or something. I jumped out the window and ran before she even knew I was gone. I must make her see she belongs with me. I need her, if she leaves me... I will have nothing.

I made it to the house and the rage I felt was weighing on me. I picked up the boulders by the river and threw them into the forest, running back into the tree line I punched trees and pulled a few up by the roots. I needed to get the anger out of my system before I went back to Bella.

I pulled my phone out as I ran and had four missed calls. Looking at the names, I stopped dead in my tracks. What in the fuck is she calling me for? Ignoring the fact that Rose had called I scrolled down to Ali's number to call her back. Before it finished ringing the first time she was yelling at me. Damn all seeing Pixie.

"You stupid jackass. She wants you, you are really fucking this up. I will come and kick your ass."

There was a shuffling sound and then I had Jasper growling at me and Alice screaming in the back ground.

"Listen to me, motherfucker, whatever you just did, you better undo it. Alice is hysterical and won't tell me why. I don't want to come back to Forks just to kick your ass, but I will. NOW, fix whatever you fucked up!"

Then the phone was silent. Who the hell does he think he's talking to? Like he could kick my ass. I scoffed as I ran into the trees. I needed to hunt. I had taken four deer before I was satisfied, thinking of Bella as I ran to the house. I needed to get her away from everyone and just show her who she belonged to. Not only that, but to show her I belonged to her.

Two days and I was still haunted. I decide that morning to go and talk to her. She needed to understand that she was mine and I would have her. She was scurrying around the room as I made it to the tree outside her window. She was packing a suitcase and didn't hear me until I spoke.

"Going somewhere?" I asked, as her heart rate sped.

"Yes, I'm leaving for Jacksonville in a few days."

She sounded unsure and not at all happy about this revelation. She turned to me and glared as she shoved her things in an oversized duffle bag. What the hell is she upset about? She kicked me out the other day. I really wanted to grab her, pull her into me and get lost in a kiss... maybe more.

"Sounds like fun. When will you be back?"

"I won't."

Was she fucking kidding me? Did she think I was actually going to let her leave here... leave me?

"You're moving to Jacksonville?"

"Mhm," she said, nodding.

This chick is crazy if she thinks I'm letting her go. She is mine! I laughed at her and she tried shushing me. I stepped up to her and grabbed her shoulders.

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Jacksonville," I said. She really thinks she is leaving me.

"I am. Honestly, I should have left with my mom the other day. I was just being… stupid or whatever," she said turning away from me and going back to her bags.

I knew at that moment what I had to do. Esme's cottage... no one would be there, no one would know I had her there and it would be perfect. I felt my phone start vibrating in my pocket and I couldn't hold in my laughter. I don't think so little one. I knew Alice and Jasper would come back, but I didn't give a fuck. Bella was going to be mine and that shit of her leaving would be over.

I watched her deliciously taut body move as she stretched and reach to pack her bag. I thought of all the hundreds of things I wanted to do to her. I moved behind her and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. She gasped at the contact. I pulled her to my body as I moved the hair away from her beautiful face, and whispered in her ear,

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Jacksonville."

And with those words I jumped out of the window and ran, my legs pushing harder and faster than they had before. There was no sound, no movement from Bella the entire time. I don't even think she realized what was happening.

I knew the cottage was ready to be used. Esme never let it get dusty or out of order just in case. I saw the cottage through the trees and smiled. No one would be the wiser that she was there. I could have her all to myself and no on would be able to find her. The things I wanted to do to her, the things I wanted to teach her...

"What are we doing here?" she asked, nervously.

Her eyes were trailing the cottage and the tree line. She had no fucking clue as to where we were - which meant she wouldn't try to escape me.

"You think you can run from me, so I'm making sure that doesn't happen. Now, I need to go get some stuff from the house. Would you prefer to walk or run?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest, looking down at her.

God the sight of her trying to be a fierce lioness was making my pants tighter by the second. She was hot, sexy, and I just wanted to fuck her all day and night. If she wasn't so damn breakable.

"I am perfectly capable of being on my own. I'm a big girl, Emmett," she hissed.

"I'm not so sure you are," I said, pushing open the cottage door.

Bella's POV

I watched as Emmett pushed the door to the cottage open. My jaw dropped as the sight and smell enlightened me. It was quaint and very well decorated. It definitely was a love shack. There were candles and vases of colored beads everywhere. The furniture was of the old country style and so Esme. Classy, but something everyone would enjoy. I was pulled from my musing by Emmett's booming voice.

"You stay inside and I will be back in a few minutes. Is there anything in want me to get for you?"

"Stay the fuck inside. Stay the fuck inside. Who the fuck are you talking to. I am not a fucking child Emmett! Oh, and is there anything you can fucking get me? Fuck you! Really, that is the fucking question you have for me? You are a fucking bastard. What in the fuck is wrong with you? Have you totally flipped your fucking gored? You are a fucktard. Really I just fucking give up," I yelled, holding my hands down to my side, fist balled and fingers aching.

I was losing it and I was angry, but I was so turned on. The feeling confused me. I had no idea why my body was reacting to these damn emotions like this. I was angry and turned on all in the same minute. Emmett's body tensed and he moved towards me.

I took a step back and tripped over something. The next thing I know I was in his arms and his lips met mine. I was taken over by my emotions. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I wanted him, but was I what he wanted? My mind was racing, but the only thing I could think of was fucking him.

His lips tore away from mine. I ran my tongue across my bottom lip; it was swollen and sore from the roughness of our kiss. When I looked up at Emmett the first thing I noticed were his dark eyes, it looked as if he hadn't hunted in days, but I knew that wasn't the case. The second thing I noticed was the hard line of his set jaw. Emmett was pissed.

"You want to know what's wrong with me, Bella?" he seethed. I felt like cowering against the wall, but my body was also humming with electricity. My head started to spin as I silently questioned, what the fuck is he doing to me? "You, Bella. You are what's wrong. You thought you were going to run away, after I came back for you? You are mine, Bella. I think it would be in your best interest to remember that. You will not, and cannot run from me."

My body began to tremble. I should have been scared. I should have been motherfucking terrified, but I knew he would never, truly, hurt me. At least I hoped. I felt his fingers trailing up my thigh and averted my eyes. I didn't want him to see the need that swan inside of them. He laughed darkly as his free hand gripped my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. His fingers continued, slowly, firmly, almost painful, up my leg, to my sex. He stroked the seam as if he were teasing me. I stood motionless.

"This," he paused, palming my pussy, causing a whimper to escapes my lips. "Is mine – always will be. I claimed this kitty the day you, oh so willingly, spread your legs and let me take you. No one else has been here and so help me God, Bella, don't ever even think about letting someone else touch you, especially here," he breathed the last two words in my ear, causing my body to involuntarily shudder. He was acting… off. What did he want from me? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There was no way I was going to let him have the upper hand. Besides, I belonged to no one.

"I don't belong to you or anyone else, Emmett. What is it with you Cullen's and your fucking possessiveness? I'm not your goddamn pet, asshole." He teased my jean clad pussy the entire time I spoke. I was sure my panties were soaked through and that he could smell my arousal, but I didn't care.

"No?" he challenged. His hand stilled against my zipper and before I knew what was happening, my jeans and panties had been ripped from my body. I crossed my legs, trying to hide myself. Lust was the predominate emotion running through my system, but it was underlined with mortification. I wish that I could say I didn't like what he was doing, or the way he was treating me, but every word he spoke, ever touch, every action, drew me in. I craved his control.

"No," I whispered, unsure of myself. He chuckled – fucking chuckled! His hand slid between my legs, prying them apart. I felt his fingers enter me roughly. The moan that escaped my lips was loud and relieving. It betrayed me.

"Holy fucker, you're so fucking wet," his voice was rough, raw with need as he pumped in and out of me rapidly. It was a bittersweet pain that my body welcomed, though, my mind begged me to refuse. "I want you to go bend over in front of that wall. Plant your hand against it and make sure you have good leverage. I don't need you falling all over the place while I'm pounding the fuck out of your perfect little pussy." His hand fell from between my legs and he watched me expectantly. My mouth dropped. The way he spoke to me… it was too much. My legs weren't willing to move and I had no response. "Go!" he yelled, making me jump.

My feet moved on their own accord. I shuffled and stumbled to the wall and did as he told me to. Anticipation boiled in my stomach like hot lava and I knew that at any second, I would either vomit or cum because of it. Possibly both. I sensed Emmett behind me, but neither of us said a word. I took a deep, shaky breath as I felt his fingers graze my slit. There was no doubt I was dripping wet and just knowing the control he had over my body caused me to flush with embarrassment.

"Who else would you allow to touch you like this, Baby?" his voice was full of amusement. He was teasing me… taunting me, petting my lips, too gently. I wanted to scream, but I held tight and didn't say a word. "No one, Bella; you wouldn't let anyone else do these things to you. Tell me I'm wrong."

I couldn't.

He knew it.

"Good girl. Now, spread your legs for me." I complied, needing more of his touch. The ache between my legs was rapidly becoming painful. "Have I told you how pretty you are right here?" he asked, palming my sex; his middle finger rubbed my clit in rapid secession. A light whimper escaped my lips. I wasn't going to last long. "Still sore, Baby?"

"No," the word fell from my lips in the form of a moan. My hips began to buck against his hand, moving in perfect sync with his rhythm. His fingers were fucking heaven. I would gladly give up… anything… for his touch.

"Good," he purred, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. His finger began to move quicker than I even knew possible. The walls of my pussy clenched tight. I tried to will the pleasurable feeling away, but as if he read my mind, Emmett slipped his thumb into my entrance and circled my walls. My legs began to shake.

"No, no, no. Fuck you, Emmett. Fuck…" Before I could finish my sentence he made me cum harder than any other time.

There wasn't a break; I didn't get to relax before I felt myself being stretched and filled. He used the arm wrapped around my waist to guide my body against his as he slammed into me quickly and repeatedly. My pussy, the bitch, screamed around his cock in delight as my second orgasm raked through my body not a minute later.

"Mm… such a naughty girl, Bella. Two orgasms, already? Let's try for three." He slowed, rolling his hips. I could feel him hitting my end and cried out over and over again. It didn't matter if he didn't want me. I would always need him for fear that no one would ever compare. His arm slipped from around my waist and he gripped my hips with his massive hands. "You ready, Baby?" I nodded without knowing what I was agreeing too.

Emmett's fingers dug into my skin. I knew there would be bruises, but didn't care. He held me steady as he pulled completely out of me and slammed back in. He did it over and over until I was begging for more. His pace was inhuman, but I could tell he was holding back. He brought me to the edge over and over again, slowing each time I was about to release.

"Not yet, Baby," he teased. "I want to make sure you feel me for a week." The tone of his voice told me he was serious, and I didn't doubt that I would do just that. My pussy was already sore and throbbing, but whatever he was doing kept me soaking wet.

"Please…" I panted. "God, Emmett… fucking, please."

"Say it again."

"Please," I whispered. He slapped my ass hard, giving it a tight squeeze before moving his hand back to my hip. He thrust in and out of me a few more times. I felt the muscles in my stomach begin to coil and gripped the wall in front of me the best I could. Heat and chill ran through different parts of my body at the same time as my muscles clenched and unclenched around his length. I groaned out his name as I finally let go.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum inside of you. Don't let go of that wall." He growled low in his chest, placing on hand on the wall, leaving the other on my sore hip. He pumped in and out of me, fast and hard. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to just feel. He grunted a few times before his movement became choppy and shallow. He came violently and hard.

"Just don't move yet. Give me a minute." I nodded at his request. I had yet to open my eyes and my breathing was labored. Emmett slipped his arm around my waist and helped me to stand. He was still buried deep inside of me with the back of my head resting on his chest. He leaned down and ran his tongue up the rim of my ear. The sensation sent chills down my spine. "Now, tell me, Baby, who do you belong to?"

He didn't wait for me to answer. He slid out of me and bent over to pick me up. I was grateful because there was no way I would have been able to walk. My legs felt my Jell-O and my pussy was on fire. He carried me through the bedroom, into the ensuite and sat me down on the edge of the tub. Guilt and worry were already at the forefront of my emotions. I needed to get out of there.

"I'm going to run you a bath. You need to soak for a while and I have things to do. I meant what I said, Bella. Don't try to run. I will find you and when I do, I will be pissed. I should be back in a few minutes." He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I sat there until the bath was full, trying to think of some way out of the situation. I was confused, torn, angry, surprised, but most of all needy. What Emmett provided was relief from one state of mind, but to only create another – a more dangerous one.

I sank into the tub and didn't try to run, but I needed clarification of where this was going, or at least what the hell we were doing. I decided to talk to Emmett once he returned, but not before he let me call Charlie. I shook my head, thinking about what a mess I… we… created.

Chapter End Note: As here it is... Ummm *bites lip* Leave us your thoughts, hit the green button. We are in the writing zones atm and I am starting Chapter 3 now so hopefully we will have some more dirty yummy Emmett for you real soon.